The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel. Vol. I.Tieck, Ludwig
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The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel. Vol. I.
Tieck, Ludwig
France -- History -- Insurrection of the Camisards, 1702-1710 -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Historical fiction
"It must have been drole enough," said Eveline, laughing, "you after
the hat, the storm after you, and the rain after the storm, you could
not overtake your hat, but the rain and storm overtook you."
The Lord of Beauvais drew near, and said, "You entertain this stranger
already?" "Does he not look good and kind;" exclaimed the child, "just
like the schoolmaster in the village, who teaches me to read, but who
is obliged to limp already with his young, thin legs."
"Behave politely, my child," said the Counsellor kindly, and he put
aside her fair locks from her forehead. He examined his guest while he
was paying the usual compliments. The young stranger appeared to be
about sixteen, or seventeen years of age, he was something below the
middle height, his figure was delicately formed, but as the child had
said, the expression of his countenance was amiability itself. A slight
tinge of red coloured his thin cheeks; his eyes were of the lightest
blue, and had acquired by a mark on the right eye-lid, a very peculiar
expression; short, fair hair lay thick and smooth, over his dazzlingly
pure white forehead: his voice had something effeminate in it from its
high pitch, and from his whole bearing and bashfulness of manner, one
might have easily taken him for a maiden in disguise.
"I came over to day from Pont-du-gard, and intended to proceed to
Montpellier, when this storm overtook me fortunately just in front of
your door, my Lord Counsellor," said the vicar approaching again. "I
must confess, I should not have thought, that there could be such a
building as this aqueduct, if my own eyes had not convinced me of it. I
doubt that the Coloseum at Rome, or the stupendous church of St. Peter
could have produced so great an impression on my mind, as these
majestic, vaulted arches, and these pillars one over the other, which
so boldly and so easily unite two distant mountains."
"Whoever has not yet seen this work of antiquity," said the Counsellor,
"may well consider every report of it exaggerated, and, perhaps,
reverend sir, you will not believe either, that it encreases in
grandeur the oftener one looks at it; the eye cannot familiarize itself
with its magnificence, although its first sight is so highly
satisfactory, and in this contemplation of the sublime, the most
pleasing emotions take possession of us. Thus must it ever be with all
that is truly great," "Those heathenish Romans," said the priest, "have
done much in this respect, they must ever be our teachers; but on my
way here, before the commencement of the storm, I heard a great deal of
firing."
"The Camisards and the royal troops are at it again," said the
huntsman. "But to day, it is said, that the Huguenots have entirely
lost the game." "How so?" demanded the Counsellor.
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