Meissonier, his life and his art . COURTVARD OF MEISSONIEKS ILOCSE IN IARIS solemn. It sounded like a errand religious *moralitv, contrasted withthe piping secular apostrophe from the Mairie. I love the sound of church bells, especialK of this one, which is 334 MEISSONIER admirably sonorous and powerful in tone. Living close by, as I do, Ihear it constantly, in my room, and the sound lulls me deliciously. m I shall never forget an experience I had at Antwerp one was still young at the time (it was in 1850, on the 2nd or 3rd ofJanuary). I had just arrived at Antwerp for the first time
Meissonier, his life and his art . COURTVARD OF MEISSONIEKS ILOCSE IN IARIS solemn. It sounded like a errand religious *moralitv, contrasted withthe piping secular apostrophe from the Mairie. I love the sound of church bells, especialK of this one, which is 334 MEISSONIER admirably sonorous and powerful in tone. Living close by, as I do, Ihear it constantly, in my room, and the sound lulls me deliciously. m I shall never forget an experience I had at Antwerp one was still young at the time (it was in 1850, on the 2nd or 3rd ofJanuary). I had just arrived at Antwerp for the first time in my life,and my habit, in those days, was to rush out of doors as soon as I gotto any new place. I had gone to the Grand St. Antoine Hotel, in the. DINING-ROOM OF MEISSONIEK S HOUSE IN PARIS. Place de Meir,—we have dined there together, you and I. When Iwent out, the ground was covered with snow, and as I walked along, astrange harmonious sound fell on my ear. It was the first carillon Ihad ever heard. Even now, years and years afterwards, the charm ofit is on me. People of my age rest themselves ? Those who are able,perhaps! I cannot! I am racked with anxiety of every sort. Mymind never knows a happy moment. LAST YEARS 335 You know the sort of inexplicable melancholy that comes over onesometimes. Working a while ago, with the child, I felt so miserablethat I bade her go down into the garden, that I micjht be left alone toweep. My soul is filled with a sense of unutterable woe. How bitterly sad! Just when I ought to be free at last, or at allevents independent, in money matters, difficulties and anxieties surgeup all round me ! I see no outlet to them. The close of my life is
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