<h2><SPAN name="Letter_32" id="Letter_32"></SPAN>Letter 32.</h2>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Brussels.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dear Charley</span>:—</p>
<p class="text">I like this city very much—it is so clean. The
buildings in the upper part of the town are new, and
in pleasant contrast to the lower portion, which
looks so very old. I think, from walking about a
great deal, that there must be many English people
here; for they carry their country in their dress
and manner. We spent a morning at the various
shops, and principally at the lace and print stores.
We purchased some very beautiful engravings, lithographs,
and illustrated works, which will remind us
of our pleasant days in Brussels, and which I hope
may amuse our friends. The lacework executed
here is uncommonly rich, and, you know, is very
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_213" id="Page_213" title="213"></SPAN></span>famous; but, I am sorry to say, also very expensive.
A person may soon get rid of large amounts of
money here. We made some purchases for the
ladies at home; but no doubt, if they had been with
us, the bills would have been heavier than they
were.</p>
<p class="text">The way we manage for getting money while we
are travelling is by a circular letter from Baring &
Brothers. On this we are introduced to houses in
the great cities through which our route lies, and
the letter states our credit at London; then from
these houses we obtain what we need, and have
each house indorse the amount; so that, as we go
from place to place, our financial position in London
still appears. In Brussels we found the banker, or,
at least, his agent,—for whether the banker or his
clerk we did not know,—a perfect specimen of
vulgarity and rudeness. He was the most uncivil
fellow that we have yet seen in Europe. His most
pleasant words were grunts, and his motions and
attitudes were almost threats. He looked like a
Jew, but he acted like a wild Arab; and his manœuvres
would have been a godsend to the comic Dr.
Valentine, if he had witnessed their display. His
gray hairs did not command respect; and what
made his rudeness so hard to bear, was the fact that
nothing occurred to call it out. We probably met
him at an unhappy moment.</p>
<p class="text"><span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_214" id="Page_214" title="214"></SPAN></span>The Museum is in the old palace of the Spanish
governors of the Low Countries, and long before
their day it was the ducal residence of the Brabants.
The building was begun in 1346, and completed
in 1502.</p>
<p class="text">The pictures of Europe are one of my great objects
of interest, and here we begin to find them.
We have left the London and Paris collections for
examination as we return. From the catalogue, we
found there were about six hundred pictures here,
and some statuary. The chief attraction of this
gallery is found in the few early Flemish paintings
which it boasts. I think a Gerard Dow will long be
remembered by me. It is an interior, and the effect
of the light in the room is admirable. Many of the
paintings are styled Gothic; that means they were
painted previous to the time of Van Eyck. An interior
of the Antwerp Cathedral, by Neefs, is very
fine; and I was much pleased with some large pictures
by Philippe Champagne, some' of whose portraits
I have seen in New York. Here are four
pictures by Paul Veronese. No. 285 is the Marriage
of Cana. I think I never saw a picture in which I
was so impressed with the magnificence of the coloring.
The table is richly spread, and the light appears
on it, coming down the columns; the rich
colors of the fruits contrasting strongly with the
white table and gay dress of one of the figures.
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_215" id="Page_215" title="215"></SPAN></span>The management of light, by introducing various
colors in the dresses, is wonderful, and the blue sky
produces the happiest effect. I never before understood
how much a picture depended on the arrangement
of color. The drapery of this composition
struck me greatly; and although I know little of
great paintings, yet I do know what I like, and this
picture, as a whole, seems to me wonderfully fine.</p>
<p class="text">In 1695, when this town was bombarded by the
French, fourteen churches were destroyed, some of
which contained the best pictures of Rubens, Vandyke,
and other great painters of that century. I
observed here a good portrait of Henrietta, queen
of Charles I., who seems to have been a favorite
with painters. I have seen a score of her faces by
Vandyke at Windsor, Paris, and elsewhere. This
was by Mignard. All make her very beautiful.</p>
<p class="text">The Adoration of the Magi, by Van Eyck, the
inventor of oil painting, is curious; and a Descent
from the Cross, by Hemling, who flourished about
1450, interested me. Amongst the pictures by unknown
masters I saw some good ones. I thought
the portraits in this class very spirited. One of
Bloody Mary was quite a picture.</p>
<p class="text">In this building, too, the doctor found a treat in
the great Burgundy Library, where are nearly twenty
thousand MSS., some of which are the most richly-illuminated
vellums that are known. Some of the
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_216" id="Page_216" title="216"></SPAN></span>miniatures of the early fathers and saints are of
exquisite beauty. This precious collection has
twice, I learn, been stolen by the French, as were
also the best pictures. The library consists of about
two hundred thousand volumes. I saw some glorious
specimens of Russian malachite.</p>
<p class="text">You would, I am sure, Charley, hardly forgive
me if I had had so little of your love of the curious
as to go away from Brussels without a look at the
world-renowned fountain—the <i>Manekin.</i> One day,
when upon a tramp, we inquired it out. The
dirty dog is a little bronze figure, made by the famous
Duquesnoy in 1648. It stands at the corner
of the Rue du Chêne and the Rue de l'Etuve. He
still maintains his ground; and there seems no danger
of his losing his occupation.</p>
<p class="text">The Botanical Garden lies on the side of the hill
leading from the city towards Antwerp, and is apparently
kept in fine order. It is about six hundred
and fifty yards long, and I should think nearly two
hundred wide.</p>
<p class="text">To-morrow we are to spend at Waterloo; and
George is well nigh distracted. We have heard
very little from him, since we reached Brussels, but
about Napoleon, Wellington, Ney, and Grouchy.
The last-named marshal finds no favor at his hands,
as he regards him as a traitor to the emperor at the
critical moment. One thing is certain; he knows
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_217" id="Page_217" title="217"></SPAN></span>more about the battle than most persons, and will
feel quite at home when he once makes out his
stand-point. We all anticipate his transports with
interest. We are to start early; so good-night.</p>
<p class="center">Yours,</p>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">weld.</span></p>
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