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was quite a large gathering of persons on a corner lis- 

 tening, apparently with indifference or curiosity, to an 

 ignorant hot-headed street preacher. " Now I am 

 going to tell you something you will not like to hear — 

 something that will make you angry. I know it will. 

 It is this : I expect to go to heaven, I am perfectly 

 confident I shall go there. I know you do not like 

 that." But why his hearers should not like that did 

 not appear. For my part I thought, for the good of 

 all concerned, the sooner he went the better. 



In the morning I mounted the wall in front of the 

 cathedral, and with a very lively feeling of wonder and 

 astonishment walked completely around the town on 

 top of it, a distance of about two miles. The wall, be- 

 ing in places as high as the houses, afforded some in- 

 teresting views into attics, chambers, back yards, etc. I 

 envied the citizens such a delightful promenade ground, 

 full of variety and interest. Just the right distance, too, 

 for a brisk turn to get up an appetite, or a leisurely 

 stroll to tone down a dinner ; while as a place for 

 chance meetings of happy lovers, or to get away from 

 one's companions if the flame must burn in secret and 

 in silence, it is unsurpassed. I occasionally met or 

 passed other pedestrians, but noticed that it required 

 a brisk pace to lessen the distance between myself and 

 an attractive girlish figure a few hundred feet in ad- 

 vance of me. The railroad cuts across one corner of 

 the town, piercing the walls with two very carefully 

 constructed archways. Indeed, the people are very 



