A tour through the Pyrenees . CHAPTER V. SAINTS A VIN. I. Upon a hill, at the end of a road, are the re-mains of the abbey of Saint-Savin. The oldchurch was, they say, built by Charlemagne ; thestones, eaten and burned, are crumbling ; the dis-jointed flags are incrusted with moss ; from thegarden the eye takes in the valley, brown in theevening light; the winding Gave already lifts intothe air its trail of pale smoke. It was sweet here to be a monk; it is in suchplaces that the Imitation should be read ; in suchplaces was it written. For a sensitive and noblenature, a convent was then the sol


A tour through the Pyrenees . CHAPTER V. SAINTS A VIN. I. Upon a hill, at the end of a road, are the re-mains of the abbey of Saint-Savin. The oldchurch was, they say, built by Charlemagne ; thestones, eaten and burned, are crumbling ; the dis-jointed flags are incrusted with moss ; from thegarden the eye takes in the valley, brown in theevening light; the winding Gave already lifts intothe air its trail of pale smoke. It was sweet here to be a monk; it is in suchplaces that the Imitation should be read ; in suchplaces was it written. For a sensitive and noblenature, a convent was then the sole refuge; allaround wounded and repelled it. Around what a horrible world! Brigand lordswho plunder travellers and butcher each other; ar-tisans and soldiers who stuff themselves with meat :i6 THE VALLE Y OF L UZ. Book III. and yoke themselves together hke brutes ; pea-sants whose huts they burn, whose wives they iHllf™**™ ^ ^^ !I1^ ^™iJf


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