Albert Durers house, Nuremberg, 1864. ...we must hasten down the D?rer Strasse, and make a reverent salaam before the house of Albrecht D?rer. There it stands, little altered externally from what it was when he - painter, sculptor, and engraver - went in and out at its door. Time deals more gently with mans works than with man. He is not here, but the whole place bears the impress of his spirit. It may be fancy - it cannot be fact - but there seems to be a strange repose around the spot where the great and good have been born or have died...And who, knowing what the genius of Albert D?rer was, could have selected for him a more appropriate home in life and death than Nuremberg, which he found full of the raw materials of art and left enriched with the choicest creations of his own almost unassisted genius?. From "Illustrated London News", 1864.