The Argosy — page 136: what you’re looking at

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124 Letters from Majorca. their rich foliage with that of the pale, sadder green of the olive. It was a small fertile paradise. . We ascended into the mountains. The hills stood out magni- ficently, in many chains, more cultivated and luxuriant than the heights of Miramar. Behind us, far away, stretched the great plains of Palma, the cathedral rising conspicuously above the town. Beyond all this, the blue waters of the Mediterranean, sleeping and placid, es . ~ f | THE PLAINS OF SOLLER. mingled with the sky, and all melted into one far-off vision of repose and beauty. It was a fine piece of engineering skill, this zigzag road. We left our lordly barouche to make its winding way upwards, and pursued a more direct course over roadside banks and walls. It was impossible not to be excited by all this grandeur of country, and fortunately we both see with the same eyes and enthusiasm, and both worship beauty in its highest forms. For what could be more dispirit- ing than to have all your animation and appreciation met by a tame and shadowy response? How it puts you off and throws you back upon yourself ; and how infinitely preferable would solitude be to this. Happily H. C.’s emotions quite equal my own, and the comicbooks.com