A Tramp S Wallet Stored By An English Goldsmith During His Wand

That workmen in England may have some clear knowledge of the ways and customs of a large number of their brethren on the Continent, I here intend to put down for their use a par...

The original stuff out of which a French workman is made, is a street boy of fourteen years old, or, perhaps, twelve. That young _gamin de Paris_ can sing as many love ditties a...

Of how Sunday is really spent by the labouring classes in some towns in Germany, I claim, as an English workman who has worked and played on German ground, some right to speak....

"Monsieur Panpan lives in the Place Valois," said my friend, newly arrived from London on a visit to Paris, "and as I am under a promise to his brother Victor to deliver a messa...

By right of churches full of relics, antique buildings, and places curiously named, Lubeck is, no doubt, a jewel of a town to antiquarians. Its streets are badly paved, but infi...

Still on tramp toward the south, we came to Dresden, and there rested five days; but as they were week-days their experiences gave us no insight into the Sunday usages of the pl...

I lately took a walk through the substance of a mountain, entering at the top, and coming out at the bottom, after a two or three mile journey underground. Perhaps the story of...

We left Dresden in the middle of July, a motley group of five: a Frenchman, an Austrian, two natives of Lubeck, and myself; silversmiths and jewellers together; all of us duly _...

The sojourner in Leipsic, while strolling through its quaint old streets and spacious market-place, will be attracted, among other peculiarities of national costume, by one whic...

At the "Fete de Dieu," in Vienna (the _Frohnleichnamsfest_), religious rites are not confined to the places of worship--the whole city becomes a church. Altars rise in every str...

One September evening we rode into Carlsruhe. We made our entry in a crazy hackney cab behind a lazy horse that had been dragging us for a long time with cheerless industry betw...

From Berlin to Leipsic by rail, in an open carriage, is not the most interesting journey in the world. Whirr, whizz, burr! away we hum through the keen Spring air, between pleas...

Berlin is a fine city, let the wise Germans of the East say what they will. It may be deficient in those monumental records of "the good old times," the crumbling church, the th...

"Herrlichkeit!" Magnificence! What a name! Ye Paradise-rows, ye Mount-pleasants, what is your pride of appellation to this? In all Belgravia there is not a terrace, place, or sq...

It is Sunday again. Soberly and sedately do we pass our morning hours. We waken with the sweet music of bells in our ears; bells that whisper to us of devotion; bells that thril...

The bleak, icy winter of North Germany is past. We have trodden its accumulated snows as they lay in crisp heaps in the streets of Hamburg; and have watched the muffled crowd up...

You enter the old town of Vienna from Leopoldstadt by the Ferdinand Bridge; and, walking for a few minutes parallel with the river, come into a hollow called the Tiefer Grund; p...

Hamburg at last!--after eight days' sail from London, three of them spent in knocking about the North Sea, where the wind always blows in your teeth. Never mind! we are now safe...

Fairly in Prussia! We have passed the frontier town of Perleberg, and press onward in company with a glovemaker of Berlin, last from Copenhagen, whom we have overtaken on the ro...

While in the full enjoyment of that luxury, "A Taste of Austrian Jails," already related in these pages, I met with a man whose whole life would seem to signify perversion; a "d...

My Bohemian landlord in Vienna told me a story of an English nobleman. It may be worth relating, as showing what my landlord, quite in good faith and earnest, believed.

Herr Kupferkram the elder, I have done thee wrong. I have set thee down as a mere vender of sausages, and lo! thou holdest tavern and eating-house; dispensing prandial portions...

Here amid the implements of labor, in the dingy _werkstube_ in Johannis Strasse; lighted by the single flicker of an oil lamp, with the workboard for a writing-desk, let me ende...

Carl Fickte, a native of Vienna, stood condemned for execution. His crime was murder. He was convicted of having enveigled his nephew, of eight years old, to the Molker bastion...

It may not appear correct to an English reader to couple the people and the police thus cavalierly together, but in Prussia, as in the rest of Germany, the police are so complet...

We tread upon elevated ground, and far away to our left, down in a hollow, flows the broad Elbe; placid indeed from this distance, for not a ripple can we see upon its surface....

Some years ago a short iron-built man used to balance a scaffold pole upon his chin; to whizz a slop-basin round upon the end of it; and to imitate fire-works with golden balls...

Four happy tramps in company, we passed the frontiers of Austria and Bavaria, near Berchtesgaden, in the hazy shimmering of an autumn morning sun. We came from the lakes and mou...