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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 10: the voyage and Arrival.—December, 1837, to January, 1838— age, 26-27. (search)
allow, and early in the morning I prepared for Rouen; breakfasted at nine o'clock, at the hotel whey I did not hesitate all the way from Havre to Rouen to interrogate le conducteur to the full extenme with great grace. The road from Havre to Rouen (the upper one) which I travelled was mostly tr descending a long and steep hill, we entered Rouen,—time-honored Rouen. If Havre appeared ancienRouen. If Havre appeared ancient, what shall I say of Rouen? I seemed among catacombs. Nothing but the living countenances and when, at dusk, we entered the ancient city of Rouen, it seemed as if all the dreams of my boyhood d. And again of his visit to the cathedral at Rouen: Need I tell you that my whole frame thrilled e and respect. Dec. 30 (Saturday). A day at Rouen, the ancient capital of Normandy; and my eyes rity. It seems that I could spend months in Rouen and still find interest. If I had time and foo understand it. We talked of the cathedral at Rouen; and I told her that our forests were our cath[4 more...]
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 11: Paris.—its schools.—January and February, 1838.—Age, 27. (search)
ollection of paintings, and the plaster casts in the Athenaeum reading-room and Felton's study, of a collection of antiques. My voyage has already been compensated for-sea-sickness, time, money, and all—many times over. It was fully paid for at Rouen. All that I have seen since is clear gain. But still I cannot forget dear Boston and friends there, and long much to hear of you. I sadly fear that all of you will delay writing me until you hear from me, which will serve me badly, as I shall tad and black hair. His manner was very hurried; so much so that I was able to apprehend very little that he said. From there, walked down the narrow streets that lead to the river, to the ancient structure of Notre Dame. After the cathedral at Rouen this seems tame; though, if I had not seen the former, I should be very much struck by Notre Dame. This afternoon I engaged another French master, who will come every day in the week, except Sunday, and talk and read with me. He is an old gent