Category: Novels

Diary And Notes Of Horace Templeton, Esq. Volume I (of II)

It is a strange thing to begin a “Log” when the voyage is nigh ended! A voyage without chart or compass has it been: and now is land in sight--the land of the weary and heart-tired!

Chapters

11. CHAPTER XI.

It is exactly seven weeks this day since I last opened my journal. I promised Guckhardt not to look into it for a month, and so I have well kept my word! It would seem, indeed,...

12. CHAPTER XII.

I wish my travelling countrymen--and what land tarns ont such myriads of wanderers?--would betake themselves, in their summer rambles, to the Tyrol, rather than Switzerland. If...

5. CHAPTER V.

“Que bella cosa” to be a king! Here am I now, returned from Neuilly, whither I dreaded so much to venture, actually enchanted with the admirable manner of his Majesty Louis Phil...

1. CHAPTER I.

It is a strange thing to begin a “Log” when the voyage is nigh ended! A voyage without chart or compass has it been: and now is land in sight--the land of the weary and heart-ti...

4. CHAPTER IV.

You are, perhaps, aware, that in no part of France was the cause of the exiled family sustained with more perseverance and courage than Auvergne. The nobles, who, from generatio...

3. CHAPTER III.

Another note from Favancourt, asking me to dine and meet Alfred de Vigny, whose “Cinque Mars” I praised so highly. Be it so; I am curious to see a Frenchman who has preferred th...

2. CHAPTER II.

I must leave Paris at once. The weather is intolerably hot; the leaves that were green ten days ago already are shewing symptoms of the sear and yellow. Is it in compliment to t...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Baden-Baden. It is like a dream to me now to think of that long, dusty road from Paris, with its rattling pavement, its noisy postilions, shouting ostlers, bowing landlords, dir...

9. CHAPTER IX.

These watering-place doctors have less tact than their _confrères_ elsewhere: their theory is, “the Wells and Amusement;” they never strain their faculties to comprehend any cla...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

It was with a rare audacity that the devil pitched his tent in Baden! Perhaps, on the whole continent, another spot could not be found so fully combining, in a small circuit, as...

10. CHAPTER X.

Now has there happened to me one of the strangest adventures of my strange life, and before I sleep I have determined to note it down, for no other reason than this: that my wak...

6. CHAPTER VI.

So, all is settled!--I leave Paris to-morrow. I hate leave-takings, even where common acquaintanceship only is concerned. I shall just write a few lines to the Favancourts, with...