The halls are really one, divided by a screen; in one half, the council room, sat the judges, in the other the advocates, and, I suppose, the public.

The advocates addressed the screen, on the other side of which sat Fate, in the persons of the municipal fathers, enthroned in oak seats of unsurpassed gravity and dignity, amid all the sombre insignia of their office.

The chimney-piece is an imposing monument of abstract Justice--no more elaborate one can exist.

Solomon is there, directing the distribution of the baby; Faith and Truth, Law, Religion and Charity are there also.

Never can a tribunal have had a more appropriate setting than at Kampen.