The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of EuropePrime, Samuel Irenæus
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The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of Europe
Prime, Samuel Irenæus
Europe -- Description and travel
Through it we were carried, all flying, by the tower or castle or prison
of the year 1300, and out into the country where villas were here and
there planted, and some little culture was displayed. Our destination
was the summer residence of Baron Nicolai, a wealthy Russian, who has
made himself the possessor of a peninsula, and here has laid out a park
and grounds with the novel and beautiful idea of making A MINIATURE
FINLAND,—a little representation, with the aid of nature and art, of the
lakes and islands, the rocks and hills, of the very country of which
this princely domain is an insignificant part. At the gate we were very
properly required to pay an entrance fee, which goes to the relief of
the poor of the neighborhood, and the visitor is not forbidden to
enlarge his fee to any amount more agreeable to himself. The villa we
soon pass has nothing imposing in its aspect, but in the midst of a park
of ancient shade trees has an air of quiet contentment that justifies
the name its first owner gave it, “Mon Repos”—_My Rest_. Passing it we
pursue the shaded walks, by the borders of little lakes and along
running streams, till we come to a wooded islet, reached by a
foot-bridge and crowned with a monumental tomb, and this is the family
sepulchre. Fittingly did the master of all these grounds call the spot
to which he had retired “My Rest;” for he who spent such vast sums of
money to convert these rocks and wilds into a garden of Eden now sleeps
in the tomb, and his son reigns in his stead, rarely, however, coming
here, and only for a few days in summer.
Such had been our associations with Finland, that we were more than
surprised to find so much culture and taste, elegance indeed, within an
hour of landing on its coasts. And as we emerged from the woods in our
walks we came suddenly upon the shore of the bay, and the glorious sun
was sinking to his “repose” at _ten_ o’clock! It seemed very late for
the sun to be going to bed; he keeps earlier hours in our country, and
it is odd to be out sight-seeing at this time of day!
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