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Edward Neville Vose. The Spell of Flanders
The Spell of Flanders
Table of Contents
FOREWORD
CHAPTER I. INTRODUCING FLANDERS AND THE FOUR PILGRIMS
CHAPTER II. VIEUX BRUGES AND COUNT BALDWIN OF THE IRON ARM
CHAPTER III. BRUGES IN THE DAYS OF CHARLES THE GOOD
CHAPTER IV. HOW BRUGES BECAME “THE VENICE OF THE NORTH”
CHAPTER V. DIXMUDE AND FURNES
CHAPTER VI. NIEUPORT AND THE YSER CANAL
CHAPTER VII. WHEN YPRES WAS A GREATER CITY THAN LONDON
CHAPTER VIII. COURTRAI AND THE BATTLE OF THE SPURS
CHAPTER IX. GHENT IN THE DAYS OF THE FLEMISH COUNTS
CHAPTER X. THE AGE WHEN GHENT WAS GOVERNED BY ITS GUILDS
CHAPTER XI. PHILIP THE GOOD AND THE VAN EYCKS
CHAPTER XII. TOURNAI, THE OLDEST CITY IN BELGIUM
CHAPTER XIII. SEVEN CENTURIES OF TOURNAISIAN ART
CHAPTER XIV. THE FALL OF CHARLES THE BOLD—MEMLING AT BRUGES
CHAPTER XV. MALINES IN THE TIME OF MARGARET OF AUSTRIA
CHAPTER XVI. GHENT UNDER CHARLES THE FIFTH—AND SINCE
CHAPTER XVII. AUDENAERDE AND MARGARET OF PARMA
CHAPTER XVIII. OLD ANTWERP—ITS HISTORY AND LEGENDS
CHAPTER XIX. THREE CENTURIES OF ANTWERP PRINTERS
CHAPTER XX. ANTWERP FROM THE TIME OF RUBENS TILL TO-DAY
CHAPTER XXI. WHERE MODERN FLANDERS SHINES—OSTENDE AND “LA PLAGE”
CHAPTER XXII. THE SPELL OF FLANDERS
BIBLIOGRAPHY
INDEX
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Edward Neville Vose
An Outline of the History, Legends and Art of Belgium's Famous Northern Provinces
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As the Lapland slowly steamed up the river we could look down from her lofty decks upon the broad and intensely cultivated plain, stretching as far as eye could penetrate in the misty distance. Here and there we could see compact little groups of farm buildings, usually arranged around a central courtyard and with their outer walls well-nigh windowless, as if the peasant proprietors still counted on the possibility of a siege such as their ancestors no doubt often had to sustain against the wandering marauders and freebooters who for centuries infested the country. Along every road and canal, and beside nearly every cross-country path, we could see long lines of trees set out at regular intervals and cutting the landscape into sections of varying sizes and shapes. Now and then a little hamlet could be seen, with its red-tiled roofs nestling close together and a tiny church steeple rising from the centre. Often the roofs of the houses nearest to the river were below the top of the high dykes which here enclose the Scheldt on either side. Close to the banks an occasional fort commanded the river—outlying links in the great chain of fortifications that was thought to be impregnable until the huge German siege guns so quickly battered it to pieces.
Presently some one with a keener vision than the rest cries that the spire of the Cathedral of Antwerp is in sight and we all crowd forward and peer eagerly through the mist until at last we make out vaguely the shape of that marvel of Flemish architecture rising above the flat plain. At each turn of the river it draws nearer and we can see more clearly its delicate tracery of lace-work carved in stone, while one by one other spires loom up through the grey dawn.
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