Vanished halls and cathedrals of France . as a most beautiful piece ofseventeenth century miniature work. The Madonna mentioned above was depicted as faint-ing in the arms of St. John, the pose being most re-markable. One of the curiosities of the old church wasthe remains of a stone rood loft, a structure said by archi-tects to be very rarely met with. The ruined remains ofthe abbey at the east end of the church were found nearsome sort of public offices, which should have been clearedaway so that they might be seen the better. In the Ruedes Ingenieurs was the house of the sculptor, LigierRic
Vanished halls and cathedrals of France . as a most beautiful piece ofseventeenth century miniature work. The Madonna mentioned above was depicted as faint-ing in the arms of St. John, the pose being most re-markable. One of the curiosities of the old church wasthe remains of a stone rood loft, a structure said by archi-tects to be very rarely met with. The ruined remains ofthe abbey at the east end of the church were found nearsome sort of public offices, which should have been clearedaway so that they might be seen the better. In the Ruedes Ingenieurs was the house of the sculptor, LigierRichier, dated 1538. And in the church of St. Sepulcrewas the famous tomb by this master, consisting of thir-teen figures, showing the Virgin, Mary Cleopas and John,and some dice players, all of great realism and character. This whole region is filled with legend, related withsuch great circumstantial detail that one might not ven-ture, on pain of giving offense, to show disbelief, nomatter how fantastic the story. There was one curious 266. ST. MIHIEL old house which I saw in the Rue de la Vaux, which hada rude frieze of great animals below its roof, the effectbeing so singular as to be well nigh unbelievable. Whatits history or origin I was unable to discover. Indeedmuch mystery was made of it, when I inquired; much as ifI had asked an indiscreet question. So I desisted. In the neighborhood were the most delightful walksand rambles, overgrown with verdure, leading past smallfarmsteads embosomed in thick forests, in a region filledwith myth and legend. Following the course of the Meuse, dotted with smallmills taking toll of her one by one, whose splashing mossywheels she cheerfully spins; eddying here and there,bright gardens, one was led to a certain gushing foun-tain, under a shelving bay of ferny rock, and this wasnamed the Easter fountain. It would be strange in-deed if a fountain in this region had not a story con-nected with it. This one was no exception, and herefollows th
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