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Augustus J. C. Hare. The Story of My Life, volumes 4-6
The Story of My Life, volumes 4-6
Table of Contents
PREFACE
CONTENTS PAGE
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. VOL. IV
XVI. IN MY SOLITARY LIFE
XVII. LITERARY WORK AT HOME AND ABROAD
XVIII. LONDON WALKS AND SOCIETY
ERRATA
THE STORY OF. MY LIFE
CONTENTS
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. VOL. V
XIX. WHILST WRITING THE BUNSEN MEMOIRS
XX. ROYAL DUTIES AND INTERESTS
XXI. A HALT IN LIFE
XXII. HOME SORROWS
XXIII. IN THE FURROWS OF LIFE
ERRATUM
THE STORY OF. MY LIFE
CONTENTS
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. VOL. VI
XXIV. BEYOND THE TOP OF THE HILL
XXV. IN PLEASURE AND PAIN
XXVI. AT HOME AND ABROAD
XXVII. SOCIAL REMINISCENCES
XXVIII. A KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
XXIX. WRITING THE GURNEY MEMOIRS
XXX. IN MANY PLACES
XXXI. FAREWELL
INDEX
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Augustus J. C. Hare
Published by Good Press, 2019
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To Miss Leycester.
“Convent of Montserrat, in Catalonia, Jan. 4, 1872.—At the best of times you would never have been able to travel in Spain, for great as is the delight of this unspeakably glorious place, I must confess we paid dear for it in the sufferings of the way. The first day introduced us to plenty of small hardships, as, a train being taken off al improviso, we had to wade through muddy lanes—and the Navarre mud is such mud—in pitch darkness, to a wretched hovel, where we passed the night with a number of others, in fierce cold, no fires or comforts of any kind. From thence (Alasua) we got on to Pamplona, our first picturesque Spanish town, where we spent part of Christmas Day, and then went on to Tudela, where we had another wretched posada; no fires; milk, coffee, and butter quite unknown, and the meat stewed in oil and garlic; and this has been the case everywhere except here, with other and worse in-conveniences.
