Identifier: wanderingsbyloir00ritc (find matches)
Title: Wanderings by the Loire
Year: 1833 (1830s)
Authors: Ritchie, Leitch, 1800?-1865 Turner, J. M. W. (Joseph Mallord William), 1775-1851
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Publisher: London : Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman Paris : Rittner and Goupil
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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fied by little distinctions, such as pale pink shoesinstead of white kid, a chaplet of white flowers wreathedround the brow, or a light blue riband inserted in theplaits of the cap or gown. The most interesting individual of the whole was aninfant of about three years of age, dressed like theothers, and tripping along as solemnly as any beauty ofnineteen among them. Her appearance drew forth theexpression of that national feeling of affection for chil-dren which makes a Frenchwoman appear so amiableand delightful. Every heart seemed, in the commonphrase, to warm towards the little devotee; every facebrightened into a smile of love and encouragement asshe passed ; some made signs to her; all were anxiousto touch her, to pat her shoulder, to kiss her hand. Then came the boys of the different congregationsof charity or education, offering a striking contrast, bytheir saucy, sunny looks, and careless or rebellious airand demeanour, to their grave, demure, modest, pale, ««? -»■*:!««
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THE GARDEN OF FRANCE. 47 and pretty sisters. A troop of priests succeeded, dressedin black robes hung with white muslin ; and a stillmore numerous one, in crimson velvet and cloth ofgold. These were followed by the great silver crucifixand the various archiepiscopal insignia, such as thecrook, the mitre, &c.; and at length four priests ap-peared, turning round ever and anon, to walk backwardsbefore the incarnate Deity, and fling up their censers,which emitted a thick smoke, and enriched the airwith perfume. The dais underneath which the archbishop walked,carrying the divine body in his hand, in a silver shrine,was a square canopy of purple velvet, embroidered andfringed with gold. As it passed, the spectators sunkupon their knees, as if struck by a sudden enchantment.Some clasped their hands—some smote their bosoms—some touched the pavement with their brow. Youngmothers rushed into the ranks of the procession, andlaid down their first-born before the dais, that the bloodof the

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