and corresponding appendages, deposited us at the Golden Fleece in
something less than six hours. The inward man was duly fortified,
and we started for the castle.

It boots not here to describe the effects which gunpowder and grape-
shot had had on the walls of Antwerp. Let the curious in these
matters read the horrors of the siege of Troy, or the history of
Jerusalem taken by Titus. The one may be found in Homer, and the
other in Josephus. Or if they prefer doings of a later date there
is the taking of Sebastopol, as narrated in the columns of the
"Times" newspaper. The accounts are equally true, instructive, and
intelligible. In the mean time allow the Rev. Augustus Horne and
myself to enter the private chambers of the renowned though defeated
general.

We rambled for a while through the covered way, over the glacis and
along the counterscarp, and listened to the guide as he detailed to
us, in already accustomed words, how the siege had gone. Then we
got into the private apartments of the general, and, having
dexterously shaken off our attendant, wandered at large among the
deserted rooms.

"It is clear that no one ever comes here," said I.

"No," said the Rev. Augustus; "it seems not; and to tell the truth,
I don't know why any one should come. The chambers in themselves
are not attractive."

What he said was true. They were plain, ugly, square, unfurnished
rooms, here a big one, and there a little one, as is usual in most