A chain of hills, covered with the country-houses of citizens, adjoins it; and on the right extends a large plain, at the far end of which we can dimly descry the Saxon metropolis.

But what is that in the distance?
We have hardly time to arrange our luggage, when the anchor is let go near the fine old Dresden Bridge.
This bridge had not escaped unscathed by the furious river.

One of the centre arches had given way, and the cross and watchbox which surmounted it were precipitated into the flood.

At first, carriages still passed over the bridge; it was not until some time afterwards that the full extent of the damage was ascertained, and the passage of carriages over the bridge discontinued for many months.
As I had seen the town of Dresden several years before, and the only building new to me was the splendid theatre, I took advantage of the few evening hours of my stay to visit this structure.
Standing in the midst of the beautiful Cathedral-square, its noble rotunda-like form at once rivets the attention.

The inner theatre is surrounded by a superb broad and lofty corridor, with fine bow-windows and straight broad staircases, leading in different directions towards the galleries.