Little did the Bazins know how much they served us. We were
charged for candles, for food and drink, and for the beds we slept
in. But there was nothing in the bill for the husband's pleasant
talk; nor for the pretty
spectacle of their married life. And
there was yet another item
unchanged. For these people's
politeness really set us up again in our own
esteem. We had a
thirst for
consideration; the sense of
insult was still hot in our
spirits; and civil usage seemed to
restore us to our position in
the world.
How little we pay our way in life! Although we have our purses
continually in our hand, the better part of service goes still
unrewarded. But I like to fancy that a
grateful spirit gives as
good as it gets. Perhaps the Bazins knew how much I liked them?
perhaps they also were healed of some slights by the thanks that I
gave them in my manner?
DOWN THE OISE
THROUGH THE GOLDEN VALLEY
BELOW La Fere the river runs through a piece of open pastoral
country; green, opulent, loved by breeders; called the Golden
Valley. In wide sweeps, and with a swift and equable
gallop, the
ceaseless
stream of water visits and makes green the fields. Kine,
and horses, and little
humorousdonkeys,
browse together in the
meadows, and come down in troops to the river-side to drink. They
make a strange feature in the
landscape; above all when they are
startled, and you see them
galloping to and fro with their
incongruous forms and faces. It gives a feeling as of great,
unfenced pampas, and the herds of wandering nations. There were
hills in the distance upon either hand; and on one side, the river
sometimes bordered on the
wooded spurs of Coucy and St. Gobain.
The
artillery were practising at La Fere; and soon the
cannon of
heaven joined in that loud play. Two continents of cloud met and
exchanged salvos
overhead; while all round the
horizon we could see
sunshine and clear air upon the hills. What with the guns and the
thunder, the herds were all frightened in the Golden Valley. We
could see them tossing their heads, and
running to and fro in
timorous indecision; and when they had made up their minds, and the
donkey followed the horse, and the cow was after the
donkey, we
could hear their hooves
thundering
abroad over the meadows. It had
a
martial sound, like
cavalry charges. And
altogether, as far as
the ears are
concerned, we had a very rousing battle-piece
performed for our
amusement.
At last the guns and the
thunder dropped off; the sun shone on the
wet meadows; the air was scented with the
breath of
rejoicing trees
and grass; and the river kept unweariedly carrying us on at its
best pace. There was a manufacturing district about Chauny; and
after that the banks grew so high that they hid the adjacent
country, and we could see nothing but clay sides, and one willow
after another. Only, here and there, we passed by a village or a
ferry, and some wondering child upon the bank would stare after us
until we turned the corner. I daresay we continued to
paddle in
that child's dreams for many a night after.
Sun and
shower alternated like day and night, making the hours
longer by their
variety. When the
showers were heavy, I could feel
each drop
striking through my
jersey to my warm skin; and the
accumulation of small shocks put me nearly beside myself. I
decided I should buy a mackintosh at Noyon. It is nothing to get
wet; but the
misery of these individual pricks of cold all over my
body at the same
instant of time made me flail the water with my
paddle like a
madman. The CIGARETTE was greatly amused by these
ebullitions. It gave him something else to look at besides clay
banks and willows.
All the time, the river stole away like a thief in straight places,
or swung round corners with an eddy; the willows nodded, and were
undermined all day long; the clay banks tumbled in; the Oise, which
had been so many centuries making the Golden Valley, seemed to have
changed its fancy, and be bent upon undoing its
performance. What
a number of things a river does, by simply following Gravity in the
innocence of its heart!
NOYON CATHEDRAL
NOYON stands about a mile from the river, in a little plain
surrounded by
wooded hills, and entirely covers an
eminence with
its tile roofs, surmounted by a long, straight-backed
cathedralwith two stiff towers. As we got into the town, the tile roofs
seemed to tumble uphill one upon another, in the oddest disorder;
but for all their scrambling, they did not
attain above the knees
of the
cathedral, which stood,
upright and
solemn, over all. As
the streets drew near to this presiding
genius, through the market-
place under the Hotel de Ville, they grew emptier and more
composed. Blank walls and shuttered windows were turned to the
great
edifice, and grass grew on the white
causeway. 'Put off thy
shoes from off thy feet, for the place
whereon thou standest is
holy ground.' The Hotel du Nord,
nevertheless, lights its secular
tapers within a stone-cast of the church; and we had the superb
east-end before our eyes all morning from the window of our
bedroom. I have seldom looked on the east-end of a church with
more complete
sympathy. As it flanges out in three wide terraces
and settles down
broadly on the earth, it looks like the poop of
some great old battle-ship. Hollow-backed buttresses carry vases,
which figure for the stern lanterns. There is a roll in the
ground, and the towers just appear above the pitch of the roof, as
though the good ship were bowing
lazily over an Atlantic swell. At
any moment it might be a hundred feet away from you, climbing the
next
billow. At any moment a window might open, and some old
admiral
thrust forth a cocked hat, and proceed to take an
observation. The old admirals sail the sea no longer; the old
ships of battle are all broken up, and live only in pictures; but
this, that was a church before ever they were thought upon, is
still a church, and makes as brave an appearance by the Oise. The
cathedral and the river are probably the two oldest things for
miles around; and certainly they have both a grand old age.
The Sacristan took us to the top of one of the towers, and showed
us the five bells
hanging in their loft. From above, the town was
a tesselated
pavement of roofs and gardens; the old line of rampart
was
plainly traceable; and the Sacristan
pointed out to us, far
across the plain, in a bit of gleaming sky between two clouds, the
towers of Chateau Coucy.
I find I never weary of great churches. It is my favourite kind of
mountain
scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it
made a
cathedral: a thing as single and specious as a
statue to
the first glance, and yet, on
examination, as
lively and
interesting as a forest in detail. The
height of spires cannot be
taken by trigonometry; they
measure absurdly short, but how tall
they are to the admiring eye! And where we have so many elegant
proportions, growing one out of the other, and all together into
one, it seems as if
proportion transcended itself, and became
something different and more
imposing. I could never
fathom how a
man dares to lift up his voice to
preach in a
cathedral. What is
he to say that will not be an anti-climax? For though I have heard
a
considerablevariety of
sermons, I never yet heard one that was
so
expressive as a
cathedral. 'Tis the best
preacher itself, and
preaches day and night; not only telling you of man's art and
aspirations in the past, but convicting your own soul of ardent
sympathies; or rather, like all good
preachers, it sets you
preaching to yourself; - and every man is his own doctor of
divinity in the last resort.
As I sat outside of the hotel in the course of the afternoon, the
sweet groaning
thunder of the organ floated out of the church like
a summons. I was not
averse,
liking the theatre so well, to sit
out an act or two of the play, but I could never
rightly make out
the nature of the service I
beheld. Four or five
priests and as
many choristers were singing MISERERE before the high altar when I
went in. There was no
congregation but a few old women on chairs
and old men kneeling on the
pavement. After a while a long train
of young girls, walking two and two, each with a lighted taper in
her hand, and all dressed in black with a white veil, came from
behind the altar, and began to
descend the nave; the four first