. Unfrequented France by river and mead and town. s the case withcertain much-favoured personalities, fail to is with both a case of— Ah ! the little more, how much it is ;And the little less, and what worlds away! Nantes, one would think, must prove magneticto those in search of a fays adoftif, a second andexotic home. All the resources of an opulent, stately, and mosthistoric capital are here at ones door. Literature,science, learning and the arts are fostered as assidu-ously as in Paris. A fine opera-house and theatres,museums, libraries, picture-galleries and publicgardens, and
. Unfrequented France by river and mead and town. s the case withcertain much-favoured personalities, fail to is with both a case of— Ah ! the little more, how much it is ;And the little less, and what worlds away! Nantes, one would think, must prove magneticto those in search of a fays adoftif, a second andexotic home. All the resources of an opulent, stately, and mosthistoric capital are here at ones door. Literature,science, learning and the arts are fostered as assidu-ously as in Paris. A fine opera-house and theatres,museums, libraries, picture-galleries and publicgardens, and last, but not least, delightful river-sidescenery and an almost southern climate can be en-joyed in the chef-lieu of the Loire Inferieure. Wintryweather at Nantes generally means wind and rain,summer heats are tempered by showers and coolgrey skies, whilst the mean temperature is so highthat tropic plants, oleanders, magnolias, and pome-granate trees flourish out of doors all the yearround. I find in the diary of my twelve months stay, the 178. PAYS NANTA1S 179 following note : March—early this month, camel-lias are in full bloom in the Jardin des Plantes, alsoroses, pansies and other flowers. That year was spent under a French roof, andunder the most agreeable and profitable circum-stances. But my dear Nantaise friend and hostesshaving taken up her abode in Paris, I never returnedto the great seaport on the Loire. Although a stroll in the beautiful public gardenrecalled the tropics, the winter of my sojourn wassaid to be unusually cold and wet, and with springrains came an awful inundation. We were located on the fourth floor of a hand-some house in the Place Cambronne, overlookingthe Loire as it flowed towards St. Nazaire. Unfor-gettable was the sight from our windows. Like a doomed city, Nantes now reared its statelyfront above the world of waters encompassing the east, from the west they came, till themonotonous, quick-flowing river seemed turned intoan ocean. T
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