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...9, a hundred or so of peasants and a large number of citizens, who had left Fougeres in the morning on their way to Mayenne, were going up the little mountain of La Pelerine, half-way between Fougeres and Ernee, a small town where travelers along that road are in the habit of resting....

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... Fougeres in the morning on their way to Mayenne, were going up the little mountain of La Pelerine, half-way between Fougeres and Ernee, a small town ... ...s in one another’s company, would have thought them the inhabit- ants of a village driven out by a conflagration. But the period and the region in whi... ...d at the manoeuvring of the old republican, and their lagging march up the mountain excited to the very utmost the distrust and watchfulness of the ch... ...ok at the detachment, which was creeping like an elongated tortoise up the mountain of La Pelerine, these young men, all dragged, like many others, fr... ...t little understood by Madame de Stael when it was paid to her in a little village of La Vendee, where she spent a few days of her exile. Brittany is ... ...e benefits arising from the exchange and comparison of ideas. There are no villages. The rickety buildings which the people call homes are sparsely sc... ...l. Marie herself drew the curtains of the win- dow from which the glorious panorama could be seen, then she moved the sofa to the chimney corner, turn...

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...gave me 43 cents change. In Frankfort everybody wears clean clothes, and I think we noticed that this strange thing was the case in Hamburg, too, and ... ... with foliage that no glimpse of the rock appears. The building seems very airily situated. It has the appearance of being on a shelf half-way up the ... ...ld, however, because he told me so him- self. He was a middle-aged, simple-hearted miner who had lived in a lonely corner of California, among the woo... ... summer morning it was, and how the flowers did pour out their fragrance, and how the birds did sing! It was just the time for a tramp through the woo... ... Wimpfen—in about three hours, and got out, not the least tired; found a good hotel and ordered beer and dinner—then took a stroll through the venerab... ... of young dukes, brothers, took opposite sides in one of the wars, the one fighting for the Emperor, the other against him. One of them owned the cast... ...the wall and find the door in that way. I rose up and began this operation, but raked down a picture. It was not a large one, but it made noise enough... ...ast we reached the summit, and all of a sudden the dense curtain of the forest parted and we looked down into a deep and beautiful gorge and out over ... ...ner level. We swept through the prettiest little curving arms of the lake, among these colossal green walls, enjoying new de- lights, always, as the s...

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.... This, too, was a novel and touching sight to me. Peaked ridges of purple mountains rose to the left of the ship,—Finisterre and the coast of Galicia... ...- 7 Thackeray land into Vigo Bay, passing a grim and tall island of rocky mountains which lies in the centre of the bay. Whether it is that the sight... ...t brighter and brighter as the superior luminary retired behind the purple mountains of the headland to rest. Before the general background of waving ... ...behind them were grey and solemn. Farms and gardens, convent towers, white villages and churches, and buildings that no doubt were hermitages once, up... ...yellow sunny shore stretching flat before them, whose long sandy flats and villages we could see with our telescope from the steamer. Presently a litt... ... of the Florian, and wondering at the number and handsomeness of the stone villages and churches rising everywhere among the stony hills. Handsome vil... ...oyish fancy are the most intense and deli- cious in the world. Stanfield’s panorama used to be the realisation of the most intense youthful fancy. I p...

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...owd of natives and strangers who were sojourn- ing at this once straggling village—now, thanks to the enter- prise of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town.... ...umber of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to scan the picturesque panorama of the town, while the greater part disembarked in the boats, and ... ...a with cold indifference; did not care to recognise the historic towns and villages which, along its borders, raised their picturesque outlines agains... ... its ruined walls whereon date-trees were growing, was sighted, and on the mountains beyond were espied vast coffee-fields. Passepartout was rav- ishe... ...andallah and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits crowned with thick an... ... master.” The conversation fell again. During the night the train left the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the next day proceeded over the fl... ...er the flat, well-cultivated country of the Khandeish, with its straggling villages, above which rose the minarets of the pagodas. This fertile territ... ... swarming along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders? The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save when the steam conceal... ...e not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their appearance. The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was superb. Vast forests ...

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...matic criticism of pieces played at the Ambigu-Comique, the Gaite, and the Panorama-Dramatique. The young man became a person- age all at once in Luci... ...all her glory, with her adorers and her silk-lined carriage, thinks of the village at home and her cows and her sabots. Y ou could never resist the te... ...at ladies, queens in the great world; and—my mistress is an actress at the Panorama-Dramatique. And lastly, if a bookseller declines to send a copy of... ... the wild beasts in the arena.—There is a first-night perfor- mance at the Panorama-Dramatique, my dear fellow; it doesn’t begin till eight, so you ca... ...e and profitable; he lets the time go by. I am for Mahomet’s system—if the mountain does not come to me, I am for going to the mountain.” The common-s...

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...a matter of many weeks now—diversified indeed by some long drives into the mountains behind us and a memorable sail to Genoa across the blue and purpl... ...ivory, the Gulf of Liguria gleaming sapphire blue, and cloud-like baseless mountains hanging in the sky, and I think of lank and coaly steamships heav... ... chiefly; over the oilcloth of which, assumed to be land, spread towns and villages and forts of wooden bricks; there are steep square hills (geologic... ...ragged hearthrug where lived certain china Zulus brandishing spears, and a mountain coun- try of rudely piled bricks concealing the most devious and e... ...rming, sniffing, grimy offspring of this dingy new population to read. The villages of Beckington, which used to be three miles to the west, and Blame... ... in the lecture-room it wandered to those battle-fields. And that imagined panorama of war unfolds to an accom- paniment of yelling newsboys in the na... ...up suddenly; and then one turned to scan the little different French coast villages, and 97 H G Wells then, sliding by in a pale sunshine came a long...

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...losed market. The street was asleep. Day after day, McT eague saw the same panorama unroll itself. The bay window of his “Dental Parlors” was for him ... ...say?” Mrs. Sieppe laughed immoder- ately, her huge fat body shaking like a mountain of jelly. She exclaimed from time to time, “Ach, Gott, dot fool!” ... ... dressed in Tyrolese costume; they were yodlers, and sang in German about “mountain tops” and “bold hunters” and the like. The yodling chorus was a ma... ...as en- tranced. Instantly she remembered her girlhood and her native Swiss village. “Ach, dot is heavunly; joost like der old country. Mein gran’mutte... ...uted in her veins, and she had all the instinct of a hardy and pe- nurious mountain race—the instinct which saves with- out any thought, without idea ...

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...ncy of the kitchen fire), she flung it on the floor, as unconcernedly as a village girl would throw away a faded violet. The action seemed proper to h... ...hen we tired laborers sat looking on, like Goldsmith’s old folks under the village thorn tree, while the young people were at their sports. “What is ... ...ns, to enjoy our interval of repose. Some, I believe, went devoutly to the village church. Others, it may be, ascended a city or a country pulpit, wea... ...ging for at least a temporary novelty. I thought of going across the Rocky Mountains, or to Europe, or up the Nile; of offering myself a volunteer on ... ...odists, and to be seen the diorama of Moscow or Bunker Hill, or the moving panorama of the Chinese wall. Here is displayed the museum of wax figures, ...

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...eenly comrade, 65 George Meredith and a spirit leaping and shining like a mountain water. She did not seduce, she ravished. The judgement was taken c... ... ridges where The Crossways lies, about three miles from the Downs, near a village named Storling, on the road to Brasted. The house has a small plant... ...eshets; then hit on a lane skirting the water, and reached an am- phibious village; five miles from Storling, he was informed, and a clear traverse of... ...e to them to-morrow morning. The old couple who are in charge sleep in the village to-night. I did not want them here. Y ou have quitted the Governmen... ...ve to endure. They are really trifles, and I should once have thought them mountains!’ 114 Diana of the Crossways For the moment Diana stipulated tha... ...ng foot- path, the first closed buds, the sharper air, the uprising of the mountain with her ascent; and pleasant too was her hun- ger and the nibble ... ...r species; any amount of theatrical he- roics, pathos, and clown-gabble. A panorama of scenes came sweeping round her. She was, however, harnessed to ...

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...s in a fever of expectation, and half afraid that an earthquake or a fiery mountain, or some other great convulsion of nature, might inter- pose to st... ...dore Trunnion held that club with Mr. Pickle, in the parlour of our little village alehouse. The reader now understands, as well as I do, what I was w... ...ummer weather, and the evening was very pleasant. When we passed through a village, I pictured to myself what the insides of the houses were like, and... ...rowing up to be a shabby, moody man, lounging an idle life away, about the village; as well as on the feasibility of my getting rid of this picture by... ... acceptance of his invitation, we went out in a hackney-chariot, and saw a Panorama and some other sights, and took a walk through the Museum, where I... ...pickings, in the way of arguments at ev- ery stage of the proceedings, and mountains upon mountains of evidence on interrogatory and counter-interroga...

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...nt, and see pictures, and buy them, and see all the cathedrals and all the mountains. But perhaps, since Mark Egremont had really been so generous in ... ...astonishment at all she heard and saw. Crossing the straggling, meandering village street, the cous- ins entered the grounds of the Rectory, an irregu... ... Such had been the fairy castle of Nuttie’s life. She had dreamed of Swiss mountains, Italian pictures, Rheinland castles, a perpetual panorama of del... ...eamed of Swiss mountains, Italian pictures, Rheinland castles, a perpetual panorama of delight, and here she was in one of the great hotels of Paris, ... ...f you endured, what would not your testimony ef- fect in the household and village?’ ‘Nothing! I have nothing to do with the men-servants, and as to t... ...lage?’ ‘Nothing! I have nothing to do with the men-servants, and as to the village, it is very sober. There’s only one public house, and that is kept ...

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...onth during his lifetime, anecdotes concerning the representations of the “Village Seer”; and mimicked Jean-Jacques Rousseau, taking him off to perfec... ...hat all hope was not lost, and then, with a faith that ought to have moved mountains, she set to work to empty the straw from the mattress she had alr... ... a breakneck pace, who had lately estab- lished himself in the Passage des Panoramas, where he was paying a ruinous rent. He was the nephew of Barbet ... ... feet, imprisoned in slippers of beaver cloth, the which, moulded upon the mountainous elevations of gigan- tic bunions, made the spectator think, inv...

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...ulf; from the woody ridges of the Alleghanies to the bare peaks of the Rocky Mountains—a region of savannas and forests, sun cracked deserts and grass... .... The book is a story which details some passages in the life of an ignorant village boy, Huck Finn, son of the town drunk ard of my time out west, t... ...iece out of the moon and hurry the seasons; I shake my self and crumble the mountains! Contemplate me through leather—don’t use the naked eye! I’m th... ... WAS A BOY, there was but one permanent ambition among my comrades in our village * on the west bank of the Mississippi River. That was, to be a st... ...r them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time to ... ...I. But I drank in his words hungrily, and with a faith that might have moved mountains if it had been ap plied judiciously. What was it to me that he... ...N’T it now? Ain’t he just a picture! Some call him a picture; I call him a panorama! That’s what he is—an entire panorama. And now I’m reminded! How... ...retty crude literature for a man accustomed to han dling a pen; still, as a panorama of the emotions sent welter Life on the Mississippi Mark T w... ...jail, the gallows, and the pulpit; and ever—” “Have you ever traveled with a panorama?” “I have formerly served in that capacity.” My suspicion was co...

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...ed through their juicy stalks, and laid them upon cold stone ledges in the village church. Innu- merable parties of picnickers coming home at sunset c... ... we’ve gone on century after century, sending out boys from little country villages—and of men like you, Dick, and it makes one feel as if one couldn’... ...y. The towns appeared to be very small in comparison with the great purple mountains behind them. “Honestly, though,” said Clarissa, having looked, “I... ...n his mind this work of his, the great factories at Hull which showed like mountains at night, the ships that crossed the ocean punctually, the scheme... ...ed the land. Los- ing its shadow-like appearance it became first cleft and mountainous, next coloured grey and purple, next scat- tered with white blo... .... The hot air danced across it, making it impossible to see the roofs of a village on the plain distinctly. Even on the top of the mountain where a br... ...an, both of whom might have been supposed to have seen a fair share of the panorama. “When I see how the world has changed in my lifetime,” she went o...

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... into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill- side blue. But though the picture lies thus... ...therner, and from his fine stature, I thought he must be one of those tall mountaineers from the Alleghanian Ridge in Virginia. When the revelry of hi... ... though they had never been out of sight of some sheepfold among the Green Mountains. A curious sight; these bashful bears, these timid warrior whalem... ...ntory of Martha’s Vineyard, where there still exists the last remnant of a village of red men, which has long supplied the neighboring island of Nantu... ...om Pirohitee’s peak of spears, when they leap down the crags and drown the villages?—The blast! the blast! Up, spine, and meet it! (Leaps to his feet.... ... long life of unusual adventures as a sea-captain, this day resides in the village of Dorchester near Boston. I have the honour of being a nephew of h... ...stodons, past, present, and to come, with all the revolving 436 Moby Dick panoramas of empire on earth, and throughout the whole uni- verse, not excl...

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...ch, and finding the sea mercilessly beat- Charles Dickens 6 ing over a great broken ship, had clambered up the stony ways, like staircases without st... ...orning, stricken with pity, leaning hard against the wind, their breath and vision often failing as the sleet and spray rushed at them from the ever f... ...hour ago. So cheerful of spirit and guiltless of affectation, as true practical Christianity ever is! I read more of the New Testa- ment in the fresh ... ...d. Similarly, one of the graves for four was lying open and ready, here, in the churchyard. So much of the scanty space was already de- voted to the w... ... light, of healthy people and healthy things? Whether this young woman, brooding like this in the summer season, ever thinks that somewhere there are ... ... himself deaf in whole years of competition, and had won so many tea-trays that he went about the country with his carriage full of them, like a glori... ... would soon have sole possession of it. It was To Let, and hopelessly so, for its old purposes; and there had been no entertainment within its walls f... ... lain in the same place and with the same surroundings, to my thinking. In a kind of crypt devoted to the warehousing of the parochial coffins, and in... ...when I least expect him. The Uncommercial Traveller 327 A few of these dismal experiences of mine shall suffice. Knowing Mr. Barlow to have invested ...

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...either death or 10 When the Sleeper Wakes a fit. Is there a doctor in the village? Where is a doctor to be found?” CHAPTER II CHAPTER II CHAPTER II C... ...opeless effort, the effort of a man near drowning in darkness. Then came a panorama of dazzling unstable confluent scenes. Graham became aware his eye... ...hat years and years ago I did, indeed, fall asleep, in a little stonebuilt village, in the days when there were hedgerows, and villages, and inns, and... ...d then saw that the picture was passing slowly, 96 When the Sleeper Wakes panorama fashion, across the oval. “In a moment you will see the fighting,”... ... morn- ing sun. The air was clear of smoke and haze, sweet as the air of a mountain glen. Save for the irregular oval of ruins about the House of the ... ... imagine, was that nearly all the towns in the country, and almost all the villages, had disappeared. Here and there only, he understood, some giganti... ... great rivers, vast cities along the sea margin, cit- ies girdled by snowy mountains. Over a great part of the earth the English tongue was spoken; ta...

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...nknown to us as the back- woods. My father alone had been born and bred to village life and habits, for my mother had spent her youth in a suc- cessio... ...ith only a few cottages near at hand—a mile and a half from the church and village of Earlscombe, three from the tiny coun- try town of Wattlesea, fou... ...revelation to our city-bred eyes; but indeed, the whole route was like one panorama to us of L ’Allegro and other descrip- tions on which we had fed. ... ... climb- ing the last hill, when, just as we had passed a remarkably pretty village and church, Griffith called out to say that we were on our own grou... ...s in a wild state of excitement, humming to herself— ‘When the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, My true love has mounted his steed and away.’ ... ...HOLIDAY Y Y Y Y-MAKING -MAKING -MAKING -MAKING -MAKING ‘The child upon the mountain side Plays fearless and at ease, While the hush of purple evening ... ...rth and seas. The valley lies in shadow, But the valley lies afar; And the mountain is a slope of light Upreaching to a star.’ —Menella Smedley. HOW P...

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...grant shrine; My temple, Lord ! that arch of thine; My censer’s breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. —Moore —Moore —Moore —M... ... countenance was calm, and his quick, dark, eagle eye moved over the leafy panorama, as if to take in at a glance every circumstance that might enligh... ... and west, in every direction, in short, over one entire half of the novel panorama, lay a field of rolling waters. The element was nei- ther of that ... ...his quiet manner, while, with an outstretched arm, he swept over the whole panorama of land and water. “Here you have both our domains,” said he,—“Jas... ... Ontario itself. Well, out of Erie the water comes, until it reaches a low mountain like, over the edge of which it passes.” 159 James Fenimore Coope... ...eeing that it has only to fall down hill. Had I said the water went up the mountain, there would have been natur’ ag’in it; but we hold it no great ma... ...ith a Paleface’s natur’? Such a character would insure a wife in an Indian village.” “Surely, surely, Pathfinder, you would not think of choosing one ... ... the midst of a Mingo camp; for I’ve been outlying in my time, in the very villages of the vagabonds.” “And all this will return to you, Pathfinder, f... ...d: for our heroine well knew that the Indians usually carried off to their villages, for the pur- poses of adoption, such captives as they did not sla...

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...will not keep for more than seven or eight years. Below the town lie a few villages, Fontenoy and Saint-Satur, almost suburbs, reminding us by their s... ...house and country-house in one, within ten minutes of the town, and in the village, or, if you will, the suburb of Saint- Satur. The La Baudrayes of t... ...to the air of Sancerre and the influence of its fine eleva- tion, whence a panorama over the valley of the Loire may be seen extending for forty leagu... ...end to, he would go for a walk on the Mall, whence he commanded the lovely panorama of the Loire valley, and take a draught of fresh air while his wif... ...ere is a way much shorter than that by the ramparts, down what is known in mountainous districts as a coursiere, called at Sancerre le Casse-cou, or B... ...t of terrible awakening came upon her like the fall of an avalanche from a mountain. In one day she was crushed by a frightful comparison. In 1829, af... ...s; to those ancient aristocracies their opinions were akin to those of the Mountain; and if their followers had been victorious, they would have produ...