Category: Travel Writing

A month in Switzerland

_August 26._—We left London at 8.45 P.M., and reached Paris the next morning at 7 A.M. We found the Capua of the modern world looking much as it used to look in the days that preceded the siege and the Commune. The shops were decked, and the streets were peopled, much in the o...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER III.

2. CHAPTER IV.

3. CHAPTER V.

4. CHAPTER VI.

5. CHAPTER VIII.

6. CHAPTER IX.

7. CHAPTER XI.

8. CHAPTER XV.

9. CHAPTER XVII.

10. CHAPTER XVIII.

11. CHAPTER I.

_August 26._—We left London at 8.45 P.M., and reached Paris the next morning at 7 A.M. We found the Capua of the modern world looking much as it used to look in the days that pr...

12. CHAPTER II.

Not vainly did the early Persian make His altar the high places, and the peak Of earth-o’ergazing mountains; and thus take A fit and unwalled temple, there to seek The Spirit, i...

13. CHAPTER III.

_September 3._—Left Zermatt at 2 P.M. on foot. Walked briskly, but did not get to St. Niklaus till near 6 o’clock. All the way down hill. In coming up was only a quarter of an h...

14. CHAPTER IV.

I. PEASANT-PROPRIETORSHIP IN THE VALLEY. II. LANDLORDISM. III. THE ERA OF CAPITAL. IV. OBSTRUCTIONS TO THE FREE INTERACTION OF CAPITAL AND LAND—THEIR EFFECTS, AND PROBABLE REMOV...

15. CHAPTER V.

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. ’Tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is withi...

16. CHAPTER VI.

_September 6._—At 3.50 A.M. coffee was ready, but was told that it was not so with the guide and porter. On looking them up, I found them both in bed, and asleep. I was not quit...

17. CHAPTER VII.

_September 8._—Last night I had told the head-waiter that I must be off at 5 A.M., and he had replied that it was impossible: that at that hour no one in the hotel would be up;...

18. CHAPTER VIII.

MY first hour at Brieg was spent in finding the single barber of the place. He was an idle fellow; and, having it all his own way, was, as it appeared, in the habit of devoting...

19. CHAPTER IX.

These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good; Almighty, Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous, then! Unspeakable, Who sitt’st above the heavens To...

20. CHAPTER X.

_September 12._—This morning we went by _char_ from Meiringen to Interlaken, along the northern side of the Lake of Brienz. Again, if we had had time, it would have been better...

21. CHAPTER XI.

_September 14._—Returned early in our _voiture_ to Interlaken. From the tramping point of view, the right thing to have done in the afternoon would have been to have ascended on...

22. CHAPTER XII.

The life of man is as the life of leaves, Which, green to-day, to-morrow sears, and then Another race unfolds itself to run Again the course of growth and of decay: So waxes, an...

23. CHAPTER XIII.

I will here give two or three pages to the blue boy. He is not at all aware that I am about to put him into print. The reader, I trust, will think that the betrayal of confidenc...

24. SCENE I.

25. SCENE II.

26. SCENE III.

27. SCENE IV.

28. SCENE V.

I do not give this little drama as a wonderful work for a child of between nine and ten, but to show what I think any child of average powers might do, spontaneously and with pl...

29. CHAPTER XIV.

For the word or two I have to say about the Swiss monster hotels, I can make the one mentioned at the close of the twelfth chapter my _point de départ_ with safety; for I never...

30. CHAPTER XV.

_September 19._—We spent the day at Vevey. Vineyards were everywhere along the sides of the railway. It is pleasing to note the care with which the vine, that peerless gift of N...

31. CHAPTER XVI.

It has long been my practice, wherever I find myself, to inquire into the provisions made for education, and into the modes of teaching adopted; and, also, by observation, and t...

32. CHAPTER XVII.

I included Mulhouse, Colmar, Strasbourg, Bitche, and Metz in my homeward journey. As I passed along, the higher peaks of the Vosges were white with recently fallen snow. It is n...

33. CHAPTER XVIII.

It was 8 o’clock in the evening when I left Brussels. At 6 o’clock the next morning I stepped upon the platform of the Charing Cross Station. So ended, after very nearly five we...