TheMarchesescapedfromthepresent，whentheyenteredthecathedral，aswhollyasiftheyhadtakenholdofthehornsofthealtar，thoughtheywerefarfromliterallydoingthisinaninteriorsograndiose。ThereareafewrococochurchesinItaly，andperhapsmoreinSpain，whichapproachtheperfectionachievedbytheWurzburgcathedralinthebaroquestyle。Foronceoneseeswhatthatstylecandoinarchitectureandsculpture，andwhateveronemaysayofthedetails，onecannotdenythatthereisaprodigiouslyeffectivekeepinginitall。Thisinteriorcametogether，asthedecoratorssay，withaharmonythatthetravellershadfeltnowhereintheirearlierexperienceoftherococo。Itwas，unimpeachablyperfectinitsway，“Just。”Marchmurmuredtohiswife，“asthesocialandpoliticalandscientificschemeoftheeighteenthcenturywasperfectedincertaintimesandplaces。ButtheoddthingistofindtheapotheosisoftherococoawayuphereinGermany。Iwonderhowmuchtheprince-bishopsreallylikedit。Buttheyhadbecomerococo，too！Lookatthatrowoftheirstatuesonbothsidesofthenave！Whatmagnificentswell！HowtheyabashthispoorplainChrist，here；hewouldliketogetbehindthepillar；heknowsthathecouldneverlendhimselftothebaroquestyle。Itexpressestheeighteenthcentury，though。Buthowyoulongforsomelittlehintofthethirteenth，oreventhenineteenth。”
“Idon’t。”shewhisperedback。“I’mperfectlywildwithWurzburg。
Iliketohaveathinggoasfarasitcan。AtNurembergIwantedalltheGothicIcouldget，andinWurzburgIwantallthebaroqueIcanget。
Iamconsistent。”
Shekeptonpraisingherselftohisdisadvantage，aswomendo，allthewaytotheNeumunsterChurch，wheretheyweregoingtoreverethetombofWaltheryonderVogelweide，notsomuchforhisownsakeasforLongfellow’s。Theolderpoetliesburiedwithin，buthismonumentisoutsidethechurch，perhapsforthegreaterconvenienceofthesparrows，whichnowrepresentthebirdsheloved。Thecenotaphissurmountedbyabroadvase，andaroundthisarethicklyperchedtheeffigiesoftheMeistersinger’sfeatheredfriends，fromwhomthecanonsofthechurch，asMrs。MarchreadaloudfromherBaedeker，longagodirectedhisbequesttothemselves。Inrevengefortheirlawlessgreedthedefraudedbeneficiarieschoosetoburlesquetheaffairbylookinglikethefour-