The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
Had not one known the painful and angry feelings which were then
excited, it would have been a pleasant and a cheerful scene. The sun
had by this time got sufficiently round to the westward to throw long
shadows from the irregular gable-ended houses more than half way
across the wide open road that conducted from the valley to the top of
the hill. The perspective, too, was strongly marked by the lines of
the buildings; the other side of the road was in bright light; there
was a beautiful prospect of hill and dale seen out beyond the town;
numerous booths and stalls, kept by peasant women with bright dresses
and snowy caps, chequered the whole extent; and up the centre of the
street, approaching slowly, were the officers of the district, with a
small party of military, followed on either side by a much more
considerable number of the lower order of town's people and peasantry.
Such was the scene upon which the eyes of the Count de Morseiul fell;
and it must be admitted, that when he saw the military his heart beat
with considerable feelings of indignation, for we must remember that
in towns like that which was under his rule the feudal customs still
existed to a very great extent. It was still called his town of
Morseiul. The king, indeed, ruled; the laws of the land were
administered in the king's name; but the custody, defence, and
government of the town of Morseiul was absolutely in the hands of the
Count, or of the persons to whom he delegated his power during his
absence. It was regularly, in fact, garrisoned in his name; and there
were many instances, scarcely twenty years before, in which the
garrisons of such towns had resisted in arms the royal authority; and
if not held to be fully justified, at all events had passed without
punishment, because they were acting under the orders of him in whose
name they were levied. The attempt, therefore, of any body of the
king's troops to penetrate into the Count's town of Morseiul, without
his having been formally deprived of the command thereof, seemed to
him one of the most outrageous violations of his privileges which it
was possible to imagine; and his heart consequently beat, as we have
said, with feelings of high indignation. He suppressed them, however,
with the calm determination of doing what was right; and turned to
gaze upon the people who surrounded him, in order to ascertain as far
as possible by what feelings they were affected.
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