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terrible of the incidental catastrophes was the 

 destruction of the ancient cathedral, which, however, 

 has been replaced by a splendid successor, designed 

 and carried to completion by our talented English- 

 man, Sir Gilbert Scott. 



The morning after my arrival, the English 

 agent, Mr. Shillitoe, conducted me in a fiaci'c to 

 the town of Altona, which is about three miles from 

 Hamburgh, and connected with it by the town of 

 St. Pauli, which is a charming suburb. On arriving 

 at the exhibition, I found a very imposing building 

 of great extent. I was presented to Herr Von Postau, 

 the Burgomaster, a most agreeable and intelligent 

 gentleman, who spoke English fluently. I was there- 

 upon introduced to my fellow members, of the 

 jury, amongst whom were Danes, Swedes, Russians, 

 Germans, Hanoverians, and Belgians, about four- 

 teen in all. I myself alone represented England, 

 the French forming a jury of themselves, who kept 

 aloof and stayed altogether at an hotel. This was very 

 strange, although we were in Danish territory, or 

 more properly in Schleswig-Holstein. My brother 

 judges were gentlemanlike men, nearly all of 

 whom spoke English. On entering the show-yard 

 such a scene presented itself as I had never wit- 

 nessed before. Everything was in confusion. Sheep 

 were placed in pens mixed up with pigs, cattle with 

 horses, poultry with dogs, no evidence of order or 

 arrangement visible from one end of the building 

 to the other. Pens were numbered, but not con- 

 secutively, the numbers having been attached without 



