Shakespeare's England . t and the presentconfronted, in a manner that is almost comic. Nothingcould be more aptly representative of the practical, osten-tatious phase of the spirit of to-day than is this enor-mous, opulent, and glittering palace made of I saw there the carriage in which Napoleon Buona-parte used to drive, at St. Helena — a vehicle as sombreand ghastly as were the broken fortunes of its death-stricken master; and, sitting at a table close by, I sawthe son of Buonapartes fiery champion, WilliamHazlitt. It was a gray and misty evening. The plains belowthe palace terra
Shakespeare's England . t and the presentconfronted, in a manner that is almost comic. Nothingcould be more aptly representative of the practical, osten-tatious phase of the spirit of to-day than is this enor-mous, opulent, and glittering palace made of I saw there the carriage in which Napoleon Buona-parte used to drive, at St. Helena — a vehicle as sombreand ghastly as were the broken fortunes of its death-stricken master; and, sitting at a table close by, I sawthe son of Buonapartes fiery champion, WilliamHazlitt. It was a gray and misty evening. The plains belowthe palace terraces were veiled in shadow, throughwhich, here and there, twinkled the lights of some rs LONDON NOOKS AND CORNERS 97 peaceful villa. Far away the spires and domes of Lon-don, dimly seen, pierced the citys nightly pall of was a dream too sweet to last. It ended when allthe illuminations were burnt out; when the myriads ofred and green and yellow stars had fallen ; and all thesilver fountains had ceased to The Crown Inn, Dulwtck.
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