The Argosy . The Lonja. to be envied in those past days. They have left behind them atradition and an atmosphere. One peoples the great square hall withtheir dead-and-gone ^ shades, but it is impossible to make of themanything prosy or austere, or invest them with the hard, unromanticfront and bearing of ordinary business mortals. We mount one of the towers of the Lonja, and reach the battle- Letters from Majorca, 217 merited roof. The view is more remarkable, more striking than fromthe hotel. We are nearer the everchanging, sapphire sea, and hear itsceaseless plash upon the shore : a sleepy s
The Argosy . The Lonja. to be envied in those past days. They have left behind them atradition and an atmosphere. One peoples the great square hall withtheir dead-and-gone ^ shades, but it is impossible to make of themanything prosy or austere, or invest them with the hard, unromanticfront and bearing of ordinary business mortals. We mount one of the towers of the Lonja, and reach the battle- Letters from Majorca, 217 merited roof. The view is more remarkable, more striking than fromthe hotel. We are nearer the everchanging, sapphire sea, and hear itsceaseless plash upon the shore : a sleepy sound suggestive of theMallorcan temperament. The harbour is at our feet, all its craft. View from Roof of the Lonja dancing upon the flashing water. Below us are innumerable houses,with white walls, balconies, arcades and red-tiled roofs. Beyondthem, the wonderfully picturesque old Moorish Palace raises its headproudly. It is very ancient, is irregularly built, and what it has ofMoorish perhaps is best seen from here. Its arcades and galleryfacing the sea are very characteristic. 2i8 Letters from Majorca. Above and beyond this towers the Cathedral, its amber tonestanding out in strong contrast with everything around it, an object ofinfinite grandeur. H. C. has sketched it from this point of view,and I enclose you the result. But it is amazingly hot up here. We seem to have got ever so manythousand miles nearer the sun than we were down below. Yet thatsun is beginning to decline. Presently it sinks and disappears; nightfollows. So does our Palma purgatory in the dining-room. So doesour excellent witchs brew: the cup that cheers but not inebriates. Then we stroll out under
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