Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
I longed for the morrow, which was to free me from my duty, and leave
me at liberty to unravel the mystery which surrounded my beauty, and
to punish the insolence of Roskilde, who had so openly trifled with
my simplicity, and against whom I had conceived a most unmitigated
aversion. Night, as it drew on, brought with it the sensations of
irksome annoyance; for by the crowds which were passing into the
Platz, I conjectured that my pretty actress was again upon that
brilliant platform, with a thousand eyes bent in admiration on her
graceful figure, her flowing dress and floating hair, her pure brow,
and the star of light that beamed upon it; but, restrained by the
strict order about spies in the city, I could not visit the theatre
to behold her again, or hear that soft voice, which memory brought
ever and anon so palpably to my ear.
The sun had set, and the storks retired to their nests on gable-nook
and chimney-top; the canals turned from pale yellow to a muddy brown,
and then became white, as the moon, partly obscured by a thin veil of
gauzy mist, rose behind the square tower of the great church, and
threw its black shadow far across the waters of the Elbe. That broad
river seemed then, by the moonlight reflected from fleecy clouds,
white and spotless as milk; but the shadows of its shores were black
and opaque, for its depths gave back the strong and clear, but
inverted, outline of every chimney-head and pointed roof--of every
tree, and boat, and barge--just as one may see them in the pictures
of the Low Country masters.
A vault of the fortifications was appropriated for the guardroom of
the officer on duty at the wooden tower (or the Tower of Rats, as it
should have been named), and there I sat ruminating, and watching the
figures of the changing embers, which burned on the stone hearth, and
endeavouring to decipher (by the light of a candle, which stood in an
iron holder on the fir table) the innumerable caricatures of the
Emperor Ferdinand, of Count Tilly, of Count Carlstein, and the Duke
of Friedland, with which my predecessors had disfigured the plastered
walls, frequently representing the whole four hanging on one gallows,
held up by the devil, from whose mouth proceeded scrolls full of
Danish invectives and low German ribaldry.
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