Certainly, in any point of view, it is large and splendid enough for the residence of an emperor and his suite.

Its towers, turrets and spires present a picturesque grove of architecture of different ages, and its windows, it is said, equal in number all the days of the year.

It was not open to the public the day I was in Stamford, so I could only walk around it and estimate its interior by its external grandeur.
But there was an outside world of architecture in the park of sublimer features to me than even the great palace itself, with all its ornate and elaborate sculpture.

It was the architecture of the majestic elms and oaks that stood in long ranks and folded their hands, high up in the blue sky, above the finely-gravelled walks that radiated outward in different directions.

They all wore the angles and arches of the Gothic order and the imperial belt of several centuries.