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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 7: (search)
never saw before. The day that I passed there—gazing with unwearied delight on the rocks of Meillerie, the mountains of Savoy, the Pays de Vaud, and, above all, the lake that rolls in the midst of them—is one I shall never forget. By the kindnee more to the beautiful banks of the lake. When I came to Geneva, it was on the Swiss side, with the solemn mountains of Savoy for my prospect; in leaving it my eye was delighted with the grace, and beauty, and luxuriance of the Pays de Vaud. . . .oad winds a brook, with a stone laid across it, divided by a line in the centre, and marked on each side with the arms of Savoy and the Valais; it is the boundary between the two powers, and, for the first time, I found myself on Italian ground, andes of French domination, was Minister of the Interior, and now lives in Turin, in the confidence and favor of the King of Savoy. The son, to whom I was presented, is nearly forty I should think, and converses remarkably well, with taste and wit.
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 15: (search)
e from our intellectual stupor. In my humble sphere, I have just published a volume of Letters on England, which will be sent to you from Paris. These, and some other of M. de Stael's writings, were collected after his death, forming three volumes, with a biographical notice of him, written by his sister. In this short memoir is a remarkable account given by him, in a letter to his mother, of an interview he had, when he was but seventeen years old, with Napoleon I., whom he sought in Savoy, as he passed through, and pleaded with him for his mother, then exiled from Paris and persecuted by the Emperor. I am told it has' brought some practical ideas of liberty in circulation, which will perhaps induce me to write another volume. In the mean time, I am very busy with farming, without the slightest wish, for my friends or myself, to have any share in the management of public affairs. I am here alone this summer. Broglie and my sister are at their place in Normandy, where I shal