APPENDIX 635

In this scheme, Chapter I. was to have told of his sojourn at Boulogne-the “story of the Hurets,¹ steady beginning of Greek, the phosphor sea.” Chapter II. Would have told of Unto this Last and his long sojourn at Mornex; Chapter III., of his stay at Lucerne and “the Georgie time.”² “Chapter IV. must be Neuchâtel and give account of my father’s death first; then Lady Trevelyan’s; and the coming of Joanie. The parting from my young life; what Lady Trevelyan had been to me.” “Chapter V. to be a cheerful number of general interludes-Connie, Joanie, and Marie, with Norton.” Chapter VI., “Venice from beginning; the first wonder of the Bridge of Sighs, first drawing in St. Mark’s Place. The last time at Venice, 1876. Prince Leopold’s wish.” Chapter IX., “Go back here to the Broadlands time. Then filoV and filh [Mr. and Mrs. Cowper-Temple]. Waiting for Rose under the cedar.” Chapter XI., “General life at Brantwood -illness.” Chapter XII., “The Hills of Carrara. The 1882 journey -revisiting Ilaria. Farewell to Lucca and Italy.”

PASSAGES INTENDED FOR “PRÆTERITA,” VOL. III.

The following are a few fragments from the MSS. or proof-sheets, arranged under the several headings of the intended chapters of volume iii. as shown above.

Chapters i.-iv. of Præterita, vol. iii., were issued by Ruskin. Among unused material for chapter ii. is the following scrap on the Rhine at Basle:-

My father and mother were always comfortable at the Trois Rois, and I had notes to make on Holbein, and to explore the hills north of the Rhine with Couttet: and watch the Rhine itself-in the moment of its turning away for ever from its native land.

I do not find in modern guidebooks any notice of the total difference in character, as well as power, between the Rhine and Rhone. The Gods of both rivers having deigned to concern themselves much in my own education, I cannot go farther in record of it without some word about this greatest, though less loved, river-tutor.

The Rhone, in truth, from its glacier to the sea, remains merely a great torrent. It is simply the mountain stream of the Valais, receiving what of snow melts, which is small in proportion to their height, in summer on Monte Rosa, Mont Combin, and Mont Blanc. But the Rhine receives the rainfall virtually over the whole face of Switzerland, and the snow meltings of the entire wilderness of Alpine rock, from Berne to the Grisons. Every great Swiss river joins it, besides the streams of Jura that feed the lake of Neuchâtel, and those that rage down from unthought-of ravines in the Tyrol and Black Forest, and the mass of water that sweeps ceaselessly under the bridge of Basle has always been, though unimaginable to me, one of the chiefly majestic things I knew in the world. Majestic in a way proportionate to human faculties, I mean-American rivers that one can’t see from

¹ [Ruskin’s friends among the fishermen: see above, p. 534.]

² [His tour with Edward and Georgiana Burne-Jones: see Vol. XVII. p. lii.]

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