![]() ![]() Monseigneur (often a most worthy individual gentleman) was a national blessing, gave a chivalrous tone to things, was a polite example of luxurious and shining fife, and a great deal more to equal purpose nevertheless, Monseigneur as a class had, somehow or other, brought things to this. Habitations, fences, domesticated animals, men, women, children, and the soil that bore them-all worn out. ![]() Everything was bowed down, dejected, oppressed, and broken. Every green leaf, every blade of grass and blade of grain, was as shrivelled and poor as the miserable people. The prison on the crag was not so dominant as of yore there were soldiers to guard it, but not many there were officers to guard the soldiers, but not one of them knew what his men would do-beyond this: that it would probably not be what he was ordered.įar and wide lay a ruined country, yielding nothing but desolation. ![]() There was a change on the village where the fountain fell, and where the mender of roads went forth daily to hammer out of the stones on the highway such morsels of bread as might serve for patches to hold his poor ignorant soul and his poor reduced body together. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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