Title | The story of Nuremberg |
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Publisher | J. M. Dent & Co. |
Date | 1899 |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Extent | 303 pages; 18 cm |
Original Item Location | DD901.N93 H4 1899 |
Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b1684865~S11 |
Digital Collection | Exotic Impressions: Views of Foreign Lands |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/exotic |
Repository | Kenneth Franzheim II Rare Books Room, William R. Jenkins Architecture and Art Library, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/william-r-jenkins-architecture-art-library |
Use and Reproduction | No Copyright - United States |
Identifier | exotic_201304_001 |
Title | Page 265 |
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File Name | exotic_201304_001_266.jpg |
Transcript | The Churches oj Nuremberg white, and, roses themselves, crowned with garlands of roses were wending their way hand in hand to the tomb of their benefactress, his master grew so angry that he killed the lad. It is in the churchyard of St. Rochus that Peter Vischer (90) lies buried (Rothenburger Strasse). In the church itself are some paintings after Durer, some altar-pieces b -<>ss (:), and some glass by Veit Hirschvogel. But the chief burial- place of Nuremberg from the sixteenth century, and one of the most peculiar and impressive spots of the town, is the Churchyard of St. John. For this has been the burial-place of the Nuremberg patricians from generation unto generation, ever since in 1517 the Council decreed that everybody, with the exception of the clergy, must be buried in St. John's Churchyard, and no longer in the churches within the town. Such a wise measure of compulsory extramural interment must have been almost without parallel at that time. The route to this churchyard the reader already knows, for it lies along Burgschraietstrasse, along that road to Calvary marked b\ pious Stations of the Cross (see p. 200). A low walk and pillared gateway, over whose broken pediment the willow bends mournfully, mark this place of tombs. The churchyard is sprinkled with trees: to the south, the shadows of a thicker fringe of branches deepen the natural solemnity of the place. It is here that the mighty dead of the White City are sleeping the sleep that knows no waking; but, Wt seek the graves of Durer, Sachs, or Pirkheir we pass along the rows of flat tombstones quietly, with hushed voices and reverent steps, as if dreading to |