The monoliths in St. Petersburg are so exceptional in number and
often so gigantic in dimension as to call for special mention. The
monolith obelisks of ancient Egypt are scarcely more remarkable.
In addition to the magnificent columns, each sixty feet high, which
sustain the four porticos of the Cathedral of St. Isaac, are fifty-six
monoliths, also of granite from Finland, thirty-five feet high
in the Kazan Cathedral; likewise the noble entrance-hall of the
Hermitage is sustained by sixteen monoliths, and the magnificent
room which receives the treasures from the Cimmerian Bosphorus has
the support of twenty monoliths. But the greatest single block of
modern times stands in front of the Winter Palace, as a monument
to Alexander I. The height is eighty-four feet, and the weight
nearly four hundred tons. The story goes that the contractor in
Finland, finding that he had exceeded the required length, actually
cut off ten or fifteen feet. The vast granite quarries of Finland
supply the Tsars with these stupendous columns, just as the granite
quarries of Syene on the Nile furnished the Pharaohs with obelisks.
These enormous masses are too heavy to be conveyed on wheels, the
only practicable mode of transit is on rollers. In this way each of
the sixty-feet columns for St. Isaac's was transported across country
all the way from Finland. Each column represents so incredible an
amount of labour as to make it evident that monoliths are luxuries
in which only emperors can indulge. And even when these heavy weights
have reached their destination the difficulty next occurs how to
secure a solid foundation. St. Petersburg was once a swamp, and so
rotten is the ground that it would be quite possible for a monolith
to sink out of sight and never more be heard of. To provide against
such contingencies a forest of piles was driven into the earth at
the cost of L200,000 as the foundation of St. Isaac, and yet the
cathedral sinks. Like causes render the roads of St. Petersburg
the worst in Europe; winter frosts, which penetrate several feet
below the surface, seize on the imprisoned waters and tear up the
streets. The surface thus broken is so destructive to wheels that
I have known an Englishman, who, though he kept four carriages,
had not one in a condition to use. The jolting on the roads is so
great as to make it wise for a traveller to hold on fast, and when
a lady and gentleman ride side by side, it is usual for the gentleman
to protect the lady by throwing his arm round his companion's waist.
This delicate attention is so much of a utilitarian necessity as
in no way to imply further obligations.
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