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Swallow (Utah, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
ls of our kind friends, by eleven o'clock we were rushing, in the pleasantest of cars, over the smoothest of rails, through Burgundy. We arrived at Chalons at nine P. M. Thursday, 23, eight o'clock A. M. Since five we have had a fine bustle on the quay below our windows. There lay three steamers, shaped for all the world like our last night's rolls. One would think Ichabod Crane might sit astride one of them and dip his feet in the water. They ought to be swift. L'Hirondelle (The Swallow) flew at five; another at six. We leave at nine. Lyons. There was a scene of indescribable confusion upon our arrival here. Out of the hold of our steamer a man with a rope and hook began hauling baggage up a smooth board. Three hundred people were sorting their goods without checks. Porters were shouldering immense loads, four or five heavy trunks at once, corded together, and stalking off Atlantean. Hat-boxes, bandboxes, and valises burst like a meteoric shower out of a crater
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 13
on the Duchess of Sutherland presented Mrs. Stowe with a superb gold bracelet, made in the form of a slave's shackle, bearing the inscription: We trust it is a memorial of a chain that is soon to be broken. On two of the links were inscribed the dates of the abolition of the slave-trade and of slavery in English territory. Years after its presentation to her, Mrs. Stowe was able to have engraved on the clasp of this bracelet, Constitutional Amendment (forever abolishing slavery in the United States). Continuing her interesting journal, Mrs. Stowe writes, May 9th:-- Dear E.,--This letter I consecrate to you, because I know that the persons and things to be introduced into it will most particularly be appreciated by you. In your evening reading circles, Macaulay, Sydney Smith, and Milman have long been such familiar names that you will be glad to go with me over all the scenes of my morning breakfast at Sir Charles Trevelyan's yesterday. Lady Trevelyan, I believe I have s
France (France) (search for this): chapter 13
rica, to which passage had been engaged on the Collins steamer Arctic. In it Mrs. Stowe writes:-- London, August 28. Our last letters from home changed all our plans. We concluded to hurry away by the next steamer, if at that late hour we could get a passage. We were all in a bustle. The last shoppings for aunts, cousins, and little folks were to be done by us all. The Palais Royal was to be rummaged; bronzes, vases, statuettes, bonbons, playthings,--all that the endless fertility of France could show,--was to be looked over for the folks at home. How we sped across the Channel C. relates. We are spending a few very pleasant days with our kind friends the L.'s, in London. On board the Arctic, September 7. On Thursday, September 1, we reached York, and visited the beautiful ruins of St. Mary's Abbey, and the magnificent cathedral. It rained with inflexible pertinacity during all the time we were there, and the next day it rained still, when we took the cars for Cast
Geneva (Switzerland) (search for this): chapter 13
rlin as we rode past the grim-faced monarch of the misty shroud. It was night as we drove into Geneva and stopped at the Messagerie. I heard with joy a voice demanding if this were Aladame Bessharebeen wont to respond. In half an hour we were at home in the mansion of Monsieur Fazy. From Geneva the party made a tour of the Swiss Alps, spending some weeks among them. While there Charles Bed over again. We have had to be unflinching to prevent her being overwhelmed, both in Paris and Geneva, by the same demonstrations of regard. To this we were driven, as a matter of life and death. dam, do write another! Remember, our winter nights here are very long! Upon their return to Geneva they visited the Castle of Chillon, of which, in describing the dungeons, Mrs. Stowe writes:-- icious. Stowed ourselves and our baggage into our voiture, and bade adieu to our friends and to Geneva. Ah, how regretfully! From the market-place we carried away a basket of cherries and fruit as
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): chapter 13
after you left, up to the time of our departure for Paris. We have borne in mind your advice to hasten awat. Charles wrote, a day or two since, to Mrs. C. at Paris to secure very private lodgings, and by no means letrow we go — go to quiet, to obscurity, to peace — to Paris, to Switzerland; there we shall find the loveliest glen, and, as the Bible says, fall on sleep. Paris, June 4. Here we are in Paris, in a most charming familParis, in a most charming family. I have been out all the morning exploring shops, streets, boulevards, and seeing and hearing life in Paris.Paris. When one has a pleasant home and friends to return to, this gay, bustling, vivacious, graceful city is one oftianity, and art. Wednesday, June 22. Adieu to Paris! Ho for Chalons-sur-Saone! After affectionate farenflinching to prevent her being overwhelmed, both in Paris and Geneva, by the same demonstrations of regard. TGermany, Belgium, and Holland, the party returned to Paris toward the end of August, from which place Mrs. Stow
Windsor (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 13
geworth's philosophic little Frank, we are obliged to make out a list of what man must want, and of what he may want; and in our list of the former we set down, in large and decisive characters, one quiet day for the exploration and enjoyment of Windsor. The ride was done all too soon. About eleven o'clock we found ourselves going up the old stone steps to the castle. We went first through the state apartments. The principal thing that interested me was the ball-room, which was a perfect more grievously disappointed. However, he and we could both console ourselves with the reflection that the emotion was admirable, and wanted only the right place to make it the most appropriate in the world. The evening after our return from Windsor was spent with our kind friends, Mr. and Mrs. Gurney. After breakfast the next day, Mr. S., C., and I drove out to call upon Kossuth. We found him in an obscure lodging on the outskirts of London. I would that some of the editors in America,
Belfast (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 13
warmth of this hospitable circle, thus breaking one more of the links that bind us to the English shore. Nine o'clock in the evening found us sitting by a cheerful fire in the parlor of Mr. E. Baines at Leeds. The next day the house was filled with company, and the Leeds offering was presented. Tuesday we parted from our excellent friends in Leeds, and soon found ourselves once more in the beautiful Dingle, our first and last resting-place on English shores. A deputation from Belfast, Ireland, here met me, presenting a beautiful bog-oak casket, lined with gold, and carved with appropriate national symbols, containing an offering for the cause of the oppressed. They read a beautiful address, and touched upon the importance of inspiring with the principles of emancipation the Irish nation, whose influence in our land is becoming so great. Had time and strength permitted, it had been my purpose to visit Ireland, to revisit Scotland, and to see more of England. But it is not
America (Netherlands) (search for this): chapter 13
Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions o offer. Lord Carlisle is a great friend to America, and so is his sister, the Duchess of Sutherlly connection was my quondam correspondent in America, Arthur Helps. Somehow or other I had formedbeautiful hymns have rendered him familiar in America. The favorite one, commencing When gathe London. I would that some of the editors in America, who have thrown out insinuations about his l, worse treated than the plantation slaves of America! Now Mrs. Stowe did not know anything of tnd, whose duties had obliged him to return to America: May 22. To-day we went to hear a sermo of England sympathized with her, and many in America. She looked really radiant and inspired. Haengravings that ever have been circulated in America do any justice to her appearance. She is of The next letter is from London en route for America, to which passage had been engaged on the Col
York, Pa. (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
e all in a bustle. The last shoppings for aunts, cousins, and little folks were to be done by us all. The Palais Royal was to be rummaged; bronzes, vases, statuettes, bonbons, playthings,--all that the endless fertility of France could show,--was to be looked over for the folks at home. How we sped across the Channel C. relates. We are spending a few very pleasant days with our kind friends the L.'s, in London. On board the Arctic, September 7. On Thursday, September 1, we reached York, and visited the beautiful ruins of St. Mary's Abbey, and the magnificent cathedral. It rained with inflexible pertinacity during all the time we were there, and the next day it rained still, when we took the cars for Castle Howard station. Lady Carlisle welcomed us most affectionately, and we learned that, had we not been so reserved at the York station in concealing our names, we should have received a note from her. However, as we were safely arrived, it was of no consequence. Ou
Meudon (France) (search for this): chapter 13
repress her enthusiasm; she shook my hand over and over again, and said she had read Uncle Tom. It is beautiful, she said, but it is cruel. Monday, July 18. Weather suspicious. Stowed ourselves and our baggage into our voiture, and bade adieu to our friends and to Geneva. Ah, how regretfully! From the market-place we carried away a basket of cherries and fruit as a consolation. Dined at Lausanne, and visited the cathedral and picture-gallery, where was an exquisite Eva. Slept at Meudon. Tuesday, July 19. Rode through Payerne to Freyburg. Stopped at the Zahringer Hof,--most romantic of inns. Wednesday, July 20. Examined, not the lions, but the bears of Berne. Engaged a voiture and drove to Thun. Dined and drove by the shore of the lake to Interlachen, arriving just after a brilliant sunset. We crossed the Wengern Alps to Grindelwald. The Jungfrau is right over against us,--her glaciers purer, tenderer, more dazzlingly beautiful, if possible, than those of
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