Rembrandt The Jewish Bride

Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Samson And Delilah
seated nude
Out of the open country, in again among ruinous buildings, solitary farms, dye-works, tanneries, and the like, cottages in twos and threes, avenues of leafless trees. Have these men deceived us, and taken us back by another road? Is not this the same place twice over? Thank Heaven, no. A village. Look back, look back, and see if we are pursued! Hush! the posting-house. ¡¡¡¡Leisurely, our four horses are taken out; leisurely, the coach stands in the little street, bereft of horses, and with no likelihood upon it of ever moving again; leisurely, the new horses come into visible existence, one by one; leisurely, the new postilions follow, sucking, and plaiting the lashes of their whips; leisurely, the old postilions count their money, make wrong additions, and arrive at dissatisfied results. All the time, our overfraught hearts are beating at a rate that would far outstrip the fastest gallop of the fastest horses ever foaled. ¡¡¡¡At length the new postilions are in their saddles, and the old are left behind. We are through the village, up the hill, and down the hill, and on the low watery grounds. Suddenly, the postilions exchange speech with animated gesticulation, and the horses are pulled up, almost on their haunches. We are pursued? ¡¡¡¡"Ho! Within the carriage there. Speak then!" ¡¡¡¡"What is it?" asks Mr. Lorry, looking out at window. ¡¡¡¡"How many did they say?" ¡¡¡¡"I do not understand you." ¡¡¡¡"-At the last post. How many to the Guillotine to-day?" ¡¡¡¡"Fifty-two." ¡¡¡¡"I said so! A brave number! My fellow-citizen here would have it forty-two; ten more heads are worth having. The Guillotine goes handsomely. I love it. Hi forward. Whoop!"