slightest motion strikes a bell in the watchman’s room.  Lamps are lighted at night, and in winter the rooms are warmed.  In the watchman’s chamber stands a clock with a dial-plate of twenty-four hours, and opposite every hour is a little plate, which can only be moved two minutes before it strikes.  If then the watchman has slept or neglected his duty at that time, he cannot move it afterwards, and his neglect, is seen by the superintendent.  In such a case, he is severely lined, and for the second or third offence, dismissed.  There are other rooms adjoining, containing beds, baths, galvanic battery, &c.  Nevertheless, they say there has been no resuscitation during the fifteen years it has been established.

We afterwards went to the end of the cemetery to see the bas-reliefs of Thorwaldsen, in the vault of the Bethmann family.  They are three in number, representing the death of a son of the present banker, Moritz von Bethmann, who was drowned in the Arno about fourteen years ago.  The middle one represents the young man drooping in his chair, the beautiful Greek Angel of Death standing at his back, with one arm over his shoulder, while his younger brother is sustaining him, and receiving the wreath that drops from his sinking hand.  The young woman who showed us these, told us of Thorwaldsen’s visit to Frankfort, about three years ugo.  She described him as a beautiful and venerable old man, with long white locks hanging over his shoulders, still vigorous and active for his years.  There seems to have been much resemblance between him and Dannecker—­not only in personal appearance and character, but, in the simple and classical beauty of their works.

The cemetery contains many other monuments; with the exception of one or two by Launitz, and an exquisite Death Angel in sandstone, from a young Frankfort sculptor, they are not remarkable.  The common tomb-stone is a white wooden cross; opposite the entrance is a perfect forest of them, involuntarily reminding one of a company of ghosts, with outstretched arms.  These contain the names of the deceased with mottoes, some of which are beautiful and touching, as for instance:  “Through darkness unto light;” “Weep not for her; she is not dead, but sleepeth” “Slumber sweet!” etc.  The graves are neatly bordered with grass, and planted with flowers, and many of the crosses have withered wreathes hanging upon them.  In summer it is a beautiful place; in fact, the very name of cemetery in German—­Friedhuf or Court of Peace—­takes away the idea of death; the beautiful figure of the youth, with his inverted torch, makes one think of the grave only us a place of repose.