Tyrol (Austria) -- History -- Uprising of 1809 -- Fiction
In these dwellings a great many generations have been born and brought
up; have eaten, drunk, slept, talked over the news of the day, thought
the world was coming to an end because of some matter which the next
generation thought infinitely unimportant and succeeding generations
have forgotten altogether;--marketed, made good bargains, bad bargains,
grown poor, grown well-to-do in the world, fallen sick, got well again,
gone to weddings and funerals, gone to church at six o'clock in the
morning, made friends, made enemies, been disappointed in friends,
lived down the slanders of enemies, found life a very hard battle,
sometimes won it, sometimes not, resolved never to be deceived again,
or to do a wrong or foolish thing any more, found that cheerfulness
is a salve for many reverses, and contentment a great set-off against
straitened means, remembered how much better everything was in their
young days, grown old before they were aware of it, ailed a little,
dropped aside and out of sight, except of the priest, doctor, and one
or two old friends,--in short, been, and done, and felt, and enjoyed,
and suffered, just like the rest of the world.
If the spiders could talk, doubtless they would be able to tell you
many interesting stories of these people; for the human heart is the
same all over the world, but its experiences are infinitely various; as
various as human faces.
At the court-end are the triumphal arch built by Maria Theresa; the
Neustadt, a fine wide street, with a fountain in the centre; the
town-hall, the theatre, and the spacious palace assigned as the
residence of the governor of the Tyrol. These buildings are surrounded
by public pleasure-grounds, well planted, and extending to the fine
chestnut avenue on the banks of the river, which is a favourite resort
of the townspeople in fine weather.
The market-place, too, is very gay. There you may see old women in red
jackets and witch-like hats, squatted behind a small spread of eggs,
butter, salad, onions, lettuces, &c.: young girls, in tight-laced
purple bodices, and short, full, snow-white sleeves, arranging baskets
of peaches and apricots; children, with brown, ruddy faces, offering
for sale large nosegays of rhododendrons, harebells, cowslips,
anemones, lilies-of-the-valley, honeysuckles; or little heaps of small
bright scarlet strawberries; men, unloading ox-wains of fire-wood, or
shouldering little sacks of corn, steering their way amid piles of
coarse earthenware, spread on the ground.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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