The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 6, December 1837Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 6, December 1837
Various
Periodicals
In the tower, I saw a chime of no less than forty-six bells, and
was shown the operation of winding the clock, with a weight of one
thousand pounds attached. The large bell, meanwhile, struck eleven,
and all the rest followed like dutiful children. Somewhat of a sound
they made, sure enough! Chimes originated in this country, and all
the churches have them, playing at concert every half hour. This
tower is ascended by six hundred and twenty-six steps. I went to the
very top, thinking of some one's exclamation at the cathedral of
Cologne, 'What will not man achieve!'
From thence, made a call at Ruben's house, which still remains, and
then looked in at the Museum, where are three hundred 'tableaux,'
comprising eighteen pictures by Rubens, and six by Van Dyck. In the
garden adjoining, is a bronze statue of Mary of Burgundy, on her tomb.
* * * * *
GHENT, (or GAND,) Sept 19.--His majesty of Holland not seeing fit to
admit me into his dominions, from his late rebellious territory of
Belgium, the alternative was to cross over Flanders, by Ghent and
Bruges, to Ostend, and there embark, instead of at Rotterdam, for
London. A ferry-boat took passengers over the Scheld to the 'Tête
de Flandre,' where the diligence was in waiting. We 'niggled' over
a flat, fertile country, at the five-mile pace, seeing nothing very
strange until nine P. M., when we passed through a long village of
one-story houses, rattled over an excellent stone-bridge, and found
ourselves in the worthy old town of Ghent, or rather Gand; but if the
people _are_ ganders, they have shown some wisdom, nevertheless, in
making so many nice, large, open squares, in their respectable city.
* * * * *
OSTEND, 20TH.--This morning was to be my last on the continent. I
rose at six from my last _coucher_, in the fifth story, took my last
breakfast in the _salle à manger_, made my last visit to cathedrals,
paid my bill at the Hotel de Vienne, and took my diligence seat
for the last time. The last trunk was placed on the top, the last
passenger took his place, the three lazy horses were affixed, the
postillion mounted, the diligence rumbled forward, crossed two or
three spacious squares, and as many bridges, (for the river or canals
pass in several places through the town,) entered the great archway
under the ramparts, and proceeded with slow and stately step toward
Bruges. The whole of the road is broad, well paved, lined with rows
of elms and poplars, and for several miles keeps along the banks of
the broad canal connecting Ghent with Bruges; and so level is the
soil, that the towers of Ghent were in full view for six miles.
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