Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Updated: May 22, 2025


Basse-ville, Arras, Nov. 6, 1794. Since my own liberation, I have been incessantly employed in endeavouring to procure the return of my friends to Amiens; who, though released from prison some time, could not obtain passports to quit Arras. After numerous difficulties and vexations, we have at length succeeded, and I am now here to accompany them home. I found Mr. and Mrs.

"I don't know whether you may have noticed it in your walks: though, indeed, from the chaussee it is not visible; just a mile beyond the Porte de Crecy, you turn down a lane which soon becomes an avenue, and that leads you on, through meadow and shade, to the very door of this house. It is not a modern place, but built somewhat in the old style of the Basse-Ville.

The British on their side had advanced 1500 yards over heavily fortified or wooded ground, and their new line lay along Pilkem, Saint-Julien, Frezenberg, Hooge, Sanctuary Wood, Hollebeke and Basse-Ville.

"Ah, Monsieur; but I know!" "What do you know? many things, I verily believe; yet not me, Lucy!" "I know that you have a pleasant old house in a pleasant old square of the Basse-Ville why don't you go and live there?" "Hein?" muttered he again.

Before my eyes, too, his disposition seemed to unfold another phase; to pass to a fresh day: to rise in new and nobler dawn. His mother possessed a good development of benevolence, but he owned a better and larger. I found, on accompanying him to the Basse-Ville the poor and crowded quarter of the city that his errands there were as much those of the philanthropist as the physician.

I had been in attendance all day yesterday on a case of singularly interesting and critical character; the disease being rare, and its treatment doubtful: I saw a similar and still finer case in a hospital in Paris; but that will not interest you. My shortest way lay through the Basse-Ville, and as the night was excessively dark, wild, and wet, I took it.

Basse-ville, Arras, Nov. 6, 1794. Since my own liberation, I have been incessantly employed in endeavouring to procure the return of my friends to Amiens; who, though released from prison some time, could not obtain passports to quit Arras. After numerous difficulties and vexations, we have at length succeeded, and I am now here to accompany them home. I found Mr. and Mrs.

Tradition held that patriots had fallen: in the old Basse-Ville was shown an enclosure, solemnly built in and set apart, holding, it was said, the sacred bones of martyrs. Be this as it may, a certain day in the year was still kept as a festival in honour of the said patriots and martyrs of somewhat apocryphal memory the morning being given to a solemn Te Deum in St.

I rather liked the prospect of a long walk, deep into the old and grim Basse-Ville; and I liked it no worse because the evening sky, over the city, was settling into a mass of black-blue metal, heated at the rim, and inflaming slowly to a heavy red.

Word Of The Day

emergency-case

Others Looking