“ In the time of Charles V., Ghent was not only the most powerful city in the rich Netherlands, but one of the most opulent in all Europe. And what the Belfry, whose chimes ring out with such sweet melody by night and day, was to Bruges, that was to the more warlike men of Ghent the 'iron tongue' of Roland, the mighty bell which hung in the lofty watch-tower. It called them to arms. It sent them forth to battle. It welcomed them home victorious, or bade them meet and defend their privileges in the market-place. ”
George W. T. Omond
Summary
George W. T. Omond’s Belgium is a historical and descriptive account that examines the nation’s regions, cities, and cultural heritage, with a particular emphasis on Flanders, Bruges, Antwerp, and Liége. The work investigates medieval history, the 15th century, and key events such as the Battle of the Golden Spurs, while vividly depicting the architectural and social environments of towns like Bruges and Ghent.
Themes of decline and endurance emerge through portrayals of the Hôtel de Ville, burghers, and the lingering presence of the Middle Ages. Omond’s narrative intertwines historical strife, local customs, and the contrast between former splendor and current tranquility, providing a refined depiction of Belgium’s changing identity.
Quotes from Belgium (George W. T. Omond)
“ A few English people hurry across, and pass under the archway of the Rue de l'Âne Aveugle on the way to their tennis-ground beyond the Porte de Gand. The sunshine glitters on the gilded façade of the Palais de Justice, and lights up the statues in their niches on the front of the Hôtel de Ville. There is no traffic, no noise. Everything is still and peaceful. The chimes, ever and anon ringing out from the huge Belfry, which rises high above the housetops to the west, alone break the silence.This is Bruges sleeping peacefully in old age, lulled to rest by the sound of its own carillon. ”
“ They call it 'Bruges la Morte,' and at every turn there is something to remind us of the deadly blight which fell upon the city when its trade was lost. The faded colours, the timeworn brickwork, the indescribable look of decay which, even on the brightest morning, throws a shade of melancholy over the whole place, lead one to think of some aged dame, who has 'come down in the world,' wearing out the finery of better days. ”
