Robert Heywood

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Robert Heywood A Journey in Russia in 1858

Her complexion, like most of the Russian saints, is a dark brown, not to say black.
Round her head is a net of pearls, on one shoulder a large jewel is fastened, and another of equal brilliancy rests on her brow, above which, the whole being lighted up by thirteen silver lamps, glitters a splendid crown.
Pass whenever he pleases, the traveller will find the chapel beset by worshippers.
Her hand and the foot of the child are covered with dirt from the abundant kissing, and have almost disappeared.
None ever pass, however urgent their business, without bowing and crossing themselves
Source: Gutenberg

Robert Heywood A Journey to America in 1834

Arrived at Frankford at six A.M., a very crowded inn. Never saw more drinking going on, all sorts of spirits, etc.; broken glass on the floor and an immense spitting box. A good road most of the way, limestone macadamised. A good many beech trees with some vines as thick as my leg climbing to the top. Only two passengers from Frankford and an agreeable breeze, so that I could not have done better in my own carriage. On coming out of Frankford we passed over a high old crazy bridge; changeable weather, thunder and rain and still very oppressively hot between the gleams.
Source: Gutenberg

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