THE LIMESTONE ALPS (1863) Our hermit among the Alps of Savoy differed in one respect from his predecessors.

They, for the most part, saw nothing in the rocks and stones around them except the prison walls of their seclusion; he could not be within constant sight of the mountains without thinking over the wonders of their scenery and structure.

And it was well for him that it could be so.

The terrible depression of mind which his social and philanthropic work had brought on, found a relief in the renewal of his old mountain-worship.

After sending off the last of his _Fraser_ papers, in which, when the verdict had twice gone against him, he tried to show cause why sentence should not be passed, the strain was at its severest.
He felt, as few others not directly interested felt, the sufferings of the outcast in English slums and Savoyard hovels; and heard the cry of the oppressed in Poland and in Italy: and he had been silenced.