could not have stayed two nights with him!  On Saturday afternoon, after my nap, I went out again to see the city.  Brussels is one of the most progressive capitals in all Europe.  Several splendid boulevards lined with fine cafes and large edifices adorned with innumerable balconies, reminded me of Paris and its architectural scenery.  It has a passage that compares well, both in brilliancy and magnificence, with some of the grandest in Paris.  The Bourse de Commerce, (just completed), with its four elegant facades, would do credit to any city, and its market houses are among the finest that I have ever seen.

On Sunday (August 8th) I found all kinds of business being transacted, just as is done in Paris.  On my way to the Cathedral, I met a dozen dog-teams that Sunday morning.  Quite a small dog will draw a larger cart load of milk, than I would have expected that half a dozen of them could pull.  The milk is distributed over the city by women, principally.  It seems strange, how much work must be done by the women, where the men are required to spend a large portion of their time in the service of their respective countries, constituting the large standing armies with which Europe is flooded.  Some of these women have large dogs to draw their milk-carts, others have smaller ones hitched to one side and assist them by pulling themselves on the other side of the shaft!

The Cathedral (St. Gudule),

is a grand old church, some portions of it dating from the 13th and 14th centuries.  “It is rich in old stained glass and monuments.  The carved wooden pulpit by Verbrueggen (1699) represents the expulsion of Adam and Eve from Paradise.”  The choir renders excellent music.  An odd feature in the religious exercises of this church, is the manner in which the choir is noticed when to sing, by the ringing of a common bell.

Hotel de Ville.

Hotel de Ville (the Town Hall) is an elegant building dating from the 15th century.  It is four stories high to the roof, besides there are 4 rows of dormer-windows in the roof (four stories in the garret!) Its graceful tower is 506 (?) steps, 364 feet high.  The view from the top is magnificent.  Behind this building, at the crossing of two fine streets, stands the curious “mannikin ——­” statue and fountain, evidently a relic of the shameless age.

I spent some of my time with an intelligent merchant who had been traveling in America, and could, in consequence, speak the English quite well.  He informed me that he was not aware that Belgium had any Sunday-laws upon her statutes.  Any one may do upon the Sabbath-day everything that he might do on week-days, if he feels so inclined.  On Sunday afternoon, I left Brussels for Antwerp (Anvers).  Nothing can be more delightful than the rural scenery of Belgium.  The whole country is as carefully tilled as a garden—­every foot of available soil being under cultivation.  Most of the dwelling houses are small, but everything