Ah, how I longed to see my darling little box, in order that I might--_not_ press it to my heart, but unpack it in presence of the excise officer! I took merely a cursory glance at Prague, as I had thoroughly examined every thing there some years before.

The beautiful "Graben" and Horse-market once more excited my admiration.

It was with a peculiar feeling that I trod the old bridge, from which St.John of Nepomuk was cast into the Moldau for refusing to publish the confession of King Wenceslaus' consort.

{7} On the opposite bank I mounted the Hradschin, and paid a visit to the cathedral, in which a large sarcophagus, surrounded and borne by angels, and surmounted by a canopy of crimson damask, is dedicated to the memory of the saint.

The monument is of silver, and the worth of the metal alone is estimated at 80,000 florins.
The church itself is not spacious, but is built in the noble Gothic style; the lesser altars, however, with their innumerable gilded wooden figures, look by contrast extremely puny.