Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 1, January 1852Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 1, January 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
If good Father Bonneville had kept up the same practice, his house would
have been shut up, before long, five days out of seven in the week, and
his domestic prayers would have occupied at least one-quarter of his
whole time. Executions became numerous, agitation of the public mind,
disquietude, tumult, violence, followed rapidly. No man felt himself
safe: every one dreaded his neighbor; each hour had its peril; the
meanest act of life became of consequence. There was no free-hearted
easiness, no social cheerfulness; all the amenities of life were
banished, till despair supplied a gayety of a chilly and a death-like
sort, to cast an unwholesome blaze upon the darkening times like the
lights that flit about the graves of the dead. The spirits and the
energies of Father Bonneville fell completely for a time. He a good deal
neglected my instruction during a couple of months—strove to give it,
but could not fix his attention. At other times when I was not sitting
with him, I was left to do much as I pleased, and my wanderings were now
prolonged. Sometimes I would extend them five or six miles beyond the
foot of the hill, especially toward the north and west, where a number
of objects of great interest, as they seemed to me, lay concealed in the
depths of a country, not fully populated and very little explored by the
traveler. There was a curious old house there, completely in
ruins—nothing in fact but the shell—with the doors gaping like dead
men’s jaws, and the windows mere eyeless sockets. The outside, however,
had once been very beautiful, richly arabesque, and ornamented with
small pillars of a dark-gray marble, in a style which, I believe,
belonged to the early part of the fifteenth century. The interior was
crowded with young trees, rooted amongst fragments of decaying joists
and roofing, while the windows were all trailed over with brambles and
self-sown climbers. The jackdaws nested in the tall towers, and the owls
slept till nightfall in the undisturbed chimney; but the social swallows
built no habitations beneath those eves.
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