Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 61 of 400
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48 Letters from Majorca. their antiquity, all their remarkable gateways and ruined towers, scarcely equal these of Alcudia. ‘The walls of Wisby, with all their charm, are grey and cold with the influence of Northern skies and a Northern atmosphere. ‘They appeal to the imagination chiefly by force of time and circumstance : a somewhat indirect influence. But the walls of Alcudia have an Eastern glamour about them. You are at once enwrapped in golden visions and dreams of oriental magnificence and splendour. ‘They are none the less powerful that here you are face to face with death and decay ; with the poverty of a small insular town of great antiquity, whose inhabitants probably for the most part live from hand to mouth, from day to day, literally needing the clause in the Prayer of all prayers: GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD. — > = —, ~— = _ 2 sii mi ise i ah ot NO ra let il rae ite 4 rea me sata i NT ni) oA MUTT Sat iy rs aN rit janie sity i i eT i Wu)" ATI mel vs § (MAUL Ayia i i atc \') j) ti tp ote ee uM me : -—? . wee Oe oe = ~ — 4) Zo 4 Why, SFr eS “IG// Yj, Yi Mh 4, WALLS OF ALCUDIA. Here, too, we have a double set ot walls: Roman and medieval. The moat between them is dried up and withered. Its uses have passed away as completely as the busy hands and brains that centuries ago planned them out and brought them to perfection. There were giants in the land in those days, even as in days before them: the days of the Pyramids, of the Walls of Babylon, the Tomb of Mausoleus, and all the wonders of the world. ‘There always have been giants, it seems to me, on the earth. In our own day I suppose their strength lies in the wonders of science and invention. Wisby’s walls—to conclude the comparison—look out upon a cold and barren land, upon the pale waters of the Baltic. These of Alcudia look forth upon fertile plains ; upon distant waters running calmly up into the land in creeks and harbours ; upon chains of hills undulating and tower-crowned; upon the broad Bay, the fair and flashing waters of the Mediterranean. Tor these are Southern skies, COMMICOOOKS.CO