Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 75, No. 463, May, 1854Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 75, No. 463, May, 1854
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
High over walls and houses, as we fly along the railway, towers the
cathedral, with its ancient crane still erect on its unfinished tower.
Who designed this huge building? Alas! centuries before his work is
complete, the name of the architect is lost. Six hundred years ago the
work was begun, but the glory of God is the plea on which it has been
prosecuted, and upon that altar the humble designer has sacrificed his
fame!
And as it fades from the sight, memory recalls another scene which, four
centuries ago, was witnessed beneath the shadow of this great pile. In a
small upper room, with rude appliances, and a scanty store of materials,
two men are seen curiously putting together the letters of a movable
alphabet, arranging them into the form of tiny pages, and with slow
deliberation impressing them, page by page, on the anxiously moistened
paper. The younger of the two is William Caxton, the father of English
printing. Here he learned the then young art which has since rendered
him famous in his native land. How would William Caxton admire, could he
now for a moment be carried into the printing-office of a metropolitan
journal, and see with what marvellous speed and certainty the operations
he watched so anxiously at Cologne are now conducted.
But as the quick thoughts course through our mind, we rush as quickly
along towards Dusseldorf. We have now left the country of hedgerows of
timber and of visible fences, and divisions of the land. Open, flat, and
rich, it stretches inward from the Rhine, often light, and sometimes
sandy or gravelly; all cultivated on the flat, all neat and clean, but
naked, at this season, both of animal and vegetable life. A few sheep
sprinkled over one field, and a rare man or woman trudging along beside
deep ditches, were the only symptoms of moving life we saw between
Cologne and Dusseldorf; while pollard trees here and there, and long
rows of unpollarded poplars by the highway-sides, where a village was
near, as tamely represented the vegetable ornaments which beautify an
English landscape.
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