The pot of basil
IT was a very hot day in Colorno, the petty Versailles of the Dukes of Parma. The little channels irrigating the plains all about, and drawn every one from the near depleted basin of the small river which a few miles northward ran into the Po, were spun as thin as silver wire. The effect from a distance was as of a network of snail-tracks, stiffened in a dry morning, and all making for the oasis of the village, where was to be found at least the shade of trees and gardens. Elsewhere there was little. The domains of Don Philip, wrote the Minister Maulevrier, à propos some hounds "de toute beauté" presented to the duke by his devoted father-in-law, Louis XV., were no huntsman's paradise, since they possessed "ni bois, ni fauve." The country was like a green tray, rimmed by the low blue ramparts of the Alps and Apennines far distant. In the midst stood Colorno, a dainty confection, as it were, of puff paste and sugar. It lay basking in the sunlight, very white, very sleepy, very empty. Its duke and court were at the capital, ten miles southward, Madame Louise-Elizabeth, its restless scheming duchess, was hastening towards her cruel end at Versailles—she was to die, like her father, like her husband, like her son, like many another relation, of the common scourge, "la petite vérole"—and only the three children of the marriage remained ensconced, for purposes of health and education, at the "résidence d'été."
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The pot of basil
IT was a very hot day in Colorno, the petty Versailles of the Dukes of Parma. The little channels irrigating the plains all about, and drawn every one from the near depleted basin of the small river which a few miles northward ran into the Po, were spun as thin as silver wire. The effect from a distance was as of a network of snail-tracks, stiffened in a dry morning, and all making for the oasis of the village, where was to be found at least the shade of trees and gardens. Elsewhere there was little. The domains of Don Philip, wrote the Minister Maulevrier, à propos some hounds "de toute beauté" presented to the duke by his devoted father-in-law, Louis XV., were no huntsman's paradise, since they possessed "ni bois, ni fauve." The country was like a green tray, rimmed by the low blue ramparts of the Alps and Apennines far distant. In the midst stood Colorno, a dainty confection, as it were, of puff paste and sugar. It lay basking in the sunlight, very white, very sleepy, very empty. Its duke and court were at the capital, ten miles southward, Madame Louise-Elizabeth, its restless scheming duchess, was hastening towards her cruel end at Versailles—she was to die, like her father, like her husband, like her son, like many another relation, of the common scourge, "la petite vérole"—and only the three children of the marriage remained ensconced, for purposes of health and education, at the "résidence d'été."
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798369217344 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 04/06/2023 |
| Pages: | 218 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.59(d) |
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