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Updated: May 22, 2025
Splendid palm-trees, aloes, and cactuses give a tropical charm to the walks; rare exotics and bloom-laden trees of genial climes, flashing fountains, and all manner of cultivated beauty, enliven the scene; while the air blows fresh and invigorating from the distant hills.
Sure but this instant he hath laid aside Pencil and colors! Glittering on the eye Swell the rich fruits, and bloom the flowers! See all Art's gentle wreaths still fresh upon the wall! Here the arch Cupid slyly seems to glide By with bloom-laden basket. Hurrah! away she speeds! Come come, why loiter ye? Here, here, how fair The goodly vessels still!
Branches of bloom-laden bird-cherry trees peep in at my window, and now and again the breeze bestrews my writing-table with their white petals. The view which meets my gaze on three sides is wonderful: westward towers five-peaked Beshtau, blue as "the last cloud of a dispersed storm," and northward rises Mashuk, like a shaggy Persian cap, shutting in the whole of that quarter of the horizon.
Just beyond, too, was an old-fashioned, irregularly planted orchard, with young cattle grazing under the bloom-laden trees, the turf dazzlingly bright, but less so than the young corn and rye, now ready for first harvesting. The vaulted kitchens with vast fireplaces are relics of the ancient abbey, and even now form most picturesque interiors.
"I don't see what Minervy had to go and die for!" she complained, dodging a low-hanging branch of bloom-laden lilac. "She could wash the dishes and I'd wipe 'em and I s'pose there ain't a clean dish-towel in the house, either! Marthy's an awful slack housekeeper." Billy Louise, being a young person with a conscience of a sort washed the dishes, since she had given her word to do it.
A small village nestles in the valley, a quiet, out-of-the-way little place whose thatched cottages were surrounded by a riot of old-fashioned flowers and their walls dashed with the rich color of the bloom-laden rose vines. Back of the village, in lonely grandeur, stands the abbey, still imposing despite decay and neglect.
As I advanced to the top step, that lay even with the middle branches of the apple trees, the exquisite big creatures came swarming around me. I could feel them on my hair, my shoulders, and see them settling on my gown and outstretched hands. Far as I could penetrate the night-sky more were coming. They settled on the bloom-laden branches, on the porch pillars, on me indiscriminately.
Deeper and deeper into the pines they went, stopping here and there to gather the tiny white and blue blossoms, or to break the bloom-laden twigs from the low cherry bushes. As they rounded a huge upstanding rock, both paused and involuntarily drew back.
"So soon after the shadow of tragedy has crossed this threshold! What will people say?" A little vagrant breeze, like a lost, unseasonable butterfly, came in at the open window and stirred the filmy curtain, bearing on its soft breath the odor of narcissus from the bloom-laden window-box. "Oh, Doctor Franklin!" cried the girl, impulsively. "Don't talk of tragedy just now!
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