2 THE NURNBERG STOVE.
ments and frescoes and heraldic devices in gold and
colours, and a man-at-arms carved in stone standing
life-size in his niche and bearing his date 1530. A
little farther on, but close at hand, is a cloister with
beautiful marble columns and tombs, and a colossal
wood-carved Calvary, and beside that a small and
very rich chapel ; indeed, so full is the little town of
the undisturbed past, that to walk in it is like open¬
ing- a missal of the middle aofes, all emblazoned and
illuminated with saints and warriors, and it is so
clean, and so still, and so noble, by reason of its
monuments and its historic colour, that I marvel
much no one has ever cared to sing its praises.
The old pious heroic life of an age at once more
restful and more brave than ours still leaves its
spirit there, and then there is the girdle of the
mountains all around, and that alone means strength,
In this little town a few years ago August Strehla
lived with his people In the stone-paved irregular
square where the grand church stands.
He was a small boy of nine years old at that time ;
a chubby-faced little man with rosy cheeks, big hazel
eyes, and clusters of curls the brown of ripe nuts.
His mother was dead, his father was poor, and
there were many mouths at home to feed. In this
country the winters are long and very cold, the
whole land lies wrapped in snow for many months,
and this night that he was trotting home, with a jug