“Where should this music be? i’ the air or i’ the earth?
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes.
It swept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air.”
Some of the city bells, in another chamber above, are of inconceivable
size, one of them being 15,000 pounds in weight. Whilst we were in the
room, two of the Mechlin “youths” came in to ring the peal, which
always sounds before sunset; and although the one they selected was
the third or fourth in point of size, and they set it in motion by
means of a lever, worked with the foot, it occupied from seven to ten
minutes before they succeeded in producing an oscillation so great as
to make the tongue of the bell strike the sides. On the outside of the
tower, at this height, is a dial for the clock; a circle, the same size
of which, is designed in small stones upon the pavement of the square
below, connected, I think, with a sun-dial; I paced it and found it
upwards of forty feet in diameter, although its counterpart on the
tower looks to be of the ordinary size, such is its extreme elevation.
The guide who conducted us to the top, pointed out a balcony from which
a watchman, who is always stationed aloft to look out for fires, fell,
a short time ago; he was taken up below, as our informant said, “as
soft as a pack of wool.” The tower and its bells are a distinct and
separate erection from the church, although united to it, and belong
to the corporation of the city--a remnant of the olden time, when
every free city had its “belfry.” This corporation seems still to have
absolute power within their bailiwick, and not to exercise it with
due “discretion,” they prevented the passage of a canal, from Louvain
through their streets, which would have been of most signal advantage
to their trade; and, more recently, they stoutly and successfully
resisted the government in bringing the central depôt of the railroads
within the circuit of the city, instead of fixing it, as they have been
compelled to do, at some distance beyond its boundary--a circumstance
which they now sensibly regret.
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