Many of the children were at some mysterious work on this machinery, others were seated before tables.

I was not allowed to linger long enough to examine into the nature of their employment.

Not one young voice was heard--not one young face turned to gaze on us.

They were all still and indifferent as may be ghosts, through the midst of which pass unnoticed the forms of the living.
Quitting this hall, my guide led me through a gallery richly painted in compartments, with a barbaric mixture of gold in the colours, like pictures by Louis Cranach.

The subjects described on these walls appeared to my glance as intended to illustrate events in the history of the race amidst which I was admitted.