The Boys of Grand Pré School: Illustrated — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Boys of Grand Pré School: Illustrated
John Stuart Mill · en
THE next morning came. It was a glorious sunrise. Nowhere out of Italy,
I think, can be seen such sunrises and sunsets as those of Grand Pré.
And you may see all that can be presented by even Italy in every part
of its varied outline--on the plain, on the mountain-top, or by
the sea-side; you may’ traverse the Apennines, or wander by the
Mediterranean shore, or look over the waste Campagna, and yet never
find anything that can surpass those atmospheric effects which may be
witnessed along the shores that surround the Basin of Minas. Here may be
found that which would fill the soul of the poet or artist--the dreamy
haze, the soft and voluptuous calm, the glory of the sunlit sky,
the terror of the storm, the majesty of giant cloud masses piled up
confusedly, the rainbow tints cast by the rising or setting sun over
innumerable clouds.
The sun now arose from out a congregated mass of clouds, and threw a
dull red glow over all the east. Above the wide plains of Grand Pré
there hung dense exhalations which had risen through the night from
the dike lands, and were now waiting to be dissipated. The valley of
Cornwallis lay slumbrous and dreamy in a thin haze which rose above
it, and in the distance the black outline of the North Mountain peered
obscurely. The broad bosom of the Basin of Minas had a peculiar tinge,
for, seen through the land mist and the distant haze, it was perfectly
calm and unruffled, and the hue of its surface seemed milk-white; and
this milk-white flood lay embosomed amid shores of gray, which deepened
as they came nearer into black. And here at this time, as always, the
centre of the scene, as much the controller of the Basin of Minas
as Vesuvius is the monarch of the Bay of Naples,--black, frowning,
indistinct,--Blomidon rose, and seemed to gather to himself the
intensest shades of darkness. The fog from the Bay of Fundy projected
itself through the Strait of Minas far into the Basin, while over the
crest of the giant cliff, piled up in yast confused masses, heap, over
heap, like the mountains reared by the fabled Titans, there arose a
tremendous accumulation of clouds.