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not tell which was the Gallery of Francis I., which
the Court of Diane de Poitiers, which the Court
des Adieux. But had we stopped to turn over the
pages of a Baedeker, I believe we should have lost
our impression of the princely scale with which
kings in the good old times provided for their
pleasures.—Court opened into court, one as deso-
late and deserted as another; pavilion succeeded
pavilion; and the grey walls, with their red brick
facings and proud roofs, as Ruskin would call
them, seemed never-ending. There is nothing
that describes this great, pile as well as the saying
of an Englishman, that Fontainebleau is a rendez-
vous of chateaux.
When we walked in the garden, and saw that
the sun was beginning to shine, and that it was
a quarter of eleven by the clock in the clock-
tower-
“We had better be off,” said we.
As we passed the walls of the Palace gardens
the clock struck the hour. It was not too late.
We could still go in, listen to the guide, and be
prepared now to take up above fifty pages with his
words and our reflections upon them.
But, courage, gentle reader; in the words of
our Master, ’tis enough to have thee in our power !
but
not tell which was the Gallery of Francis I., which
the Court of Diane de Poitiers, which the Court
des Adieux. But had we stopped to turn over the
pages of a Baedeker, I believe we should have lost
our impression of the princely scale with which
kings in the good old times provided for their
pleasures.—Court opened into court, one as deso-
late and deserted as another; pavilion succeeded
pavilion; and the grey walls, with their red brick
facings and proud roofs, as Ruskin would call
them, seemed never-ending. There is nothing
that describes this great, pile as well as the saying
of an Englishman, that Fontainebleau is a rendez-
vous of chateaux.
When we walked in the garden, and saw that
the sun was beginning to shine, and that it was
a quarter of eleven by the clock in the clock-
tower-
“We had better be off,” said we.
As we passed the walls of the Palace gardens
the clock struck the hour. It was not too late.
We could still go in, listen to the guide, and be
prepared now to take up above fifty pages with his
words and our reflections upon them.
But, courage, gentle reader; in the words of
our Master, ’tis enough to have thee in our power !
but