Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,188 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works.
the canal may be richly freighted with merchandise and be a short cut to the ocean of abundant and perpetual knowledge; but, at the same time, few points rise above the level of so regular a life, to be worthy of your notice.  You must, therefore, allow me to meander along the meadows of commonplace.  Don’t expect anything of the impetuous and boiling style.  We go it weak here.  I don’t know whether you were ever in Brussels.  It is a striking, picturesque town, built up a steep promontory, the old part at the bottom, very dingy and mouldy, the new part at the top, very showy and elegant.  Nothing can be more exquisite in its way than the grande place in the very heart of the city, surrounded with those toppling, zigzag, ten-storied buildings bedizened all over with ornaments and emblems so peculiar to the Netherlands, with the brocaded Hotel de Ville on one side, with its impossible spire rising some three hundred and seventy feet into the air and embroidered to the top with the delicacy of needle- work, sugarwork, spider-work, or what you will.  I haunt this place because it is my scene, my theatre.  Here were enacted so many deep tragedies, so many stately dramas, and even so many farces, which have been familiar to me so long that I have got to imagine myself invested with a kind of property in the place, and look at it as if it were merely the theatre with the coulisses, machinery, drapery, etc., for representing scenes which have long since vanished, and which no more enter the minds of the men and women who are actually moving across its pavements than if they had occurred in the moon.  When I say that I knew no soul in Brussels I am perhaps wrong.  With the present generation I am not familiar.  ‘En revanche,’ the dead men of the place are my intimate friends.  I am at home in any cemetery.  With the fellows of the sixteenth century I am on the most familiar terms.  Any ghost that ever flits by night across the moonlight square is at once hailed by me as a man and a brother.  I call him by his Christian name at once.  When you come out of this place, however, which, as I said, is in the heart of the town,—­the antique gem in the modern setting,—­you may go either up or down.  If you go down, you will find yourself in the very nastiest complications of lanes and culs-de-sac possible, a dark entanglement of gin-shops, beer-houses, and hovels, through which charming valley dribbles the Senne (whence, I suppose, is derived Senna), the most nauseous little river in the world, which receives all the outpourings of all the drains and houses, and is then converted into beer for the inhabitants, all the many breweries being directly upon its edge.  If you go up the hill instead of down, you come to an arrangement of squares, palaces, and gardens as trim and fashionable as you will find in Europe.  Thus you see that our Cybele sits with her head crowned with very stately towers and her feet in a tub of very dirty water.
“My habits here for the present
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