Cassel [drawing]—Hill
Vista of Cassel Hill
Pen and ink, approx. 8 × 12.9 cm (image only).
The editors of the Library Edition describe the image as a “sketch of trees in the foreground on either side, and a town with three windmills in the distance” (Ruskin, Works, 2:342 n. 3). Between the coulisses of the foreground foliage, the vista shows a distant town sitting atop an eminence, which suggests Cassel Hill mentioned in the poem following the illustration. Two small figures occupy the foreground, one seated and one standing and pointing at the vista.
"Cassel" [section title]
"Cassel" [poem]
The way was long and yet twas sweet.
Through many a shady soft retreat
Where the broad willow semblance gave
Of weeping beauty to the wave
And elm with massy foliage prest
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And feathery aspens quivering crest
And many a spiry poplar glade
And hazels rich entangled shade
While onward as advancing still
From Omars plain 1 to Cassels hill 2
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Far yet more far the landscape threw
Its deep immeasurable blue
Oh beautiful those plains were showing
Where summer sun was hotly glowing
Many a battle field lay spread
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Once the dark dwelling of the dead
But fruitful now their champaigns wave
With bending grain on soldiers grave.
While far beneath in long array
The priestly orders wound their way 3
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Heavy the massive banners rolled
Rich wrought with gems and stiff with gold
While as the cross came borne on high
Beneath its crimson canopy
Many the haughty head that bowed
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Sunk his high crest the warrior proud
The priest his glance benignant cast
And murmured blessings as he past
While round the hillside echoing free
Rung the loud hymning melody
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Many a monkish voice was there
Many a trumpet rent the air
And softer, sweeter yet the same
The sounds in failing cadence came
No marvel that the pomp and pride
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Of Romes religion thus should hide
The serpent folds beneath that roll
The poison mantling in the bowl. 4
Cassel [drawing]—Procession
Corpus Christi Procession at Cassel
Pen and ink, approx. 6.2 × 7 cm (image only).
The editors of the Library Edition describe the image as a “sketch of a bishop beneath a canopy, with other figures” (Ruskin, Works, 2:343 n. 1). The vignette refers to the Roman Catholic procession mentioned in the preceding poem, “The way was long, and yet ʼtwas sweet” [“Cassel”, poem]. The procession that the Ruskins witnessed at Cassel celebrated Ascension Day, but details in the drawing suggest that Ruskin may have conflated this event with a procession of Corpus Christi, in which the priest carries a monstrance beneath a canopy borne by attendants (see glosses for “Cassel” [poem]).
Cassel [drawing]—Windmills
Windmills on Cassel Hill
Pen and ink, approx. 6.2 × 13.7 cm (image only).
The editors of the Library Edition describe the image as a “sketch of two windmills on an eminence, overlooking a wide plain” (Ruskin, Works, 2:343 n. 2). The vignette refers to the windmills on the hilltop, where the speaker climbs to view the surrounding plains, according to the prose section following the drawing (“When shall we get up this hill” [“Cassel”, prose]). In the drawing, two figures, one seated and one standing, gaze at the prospect.
"Cassel" [essay]
When shall we get up this hill, this intermin‐
able hill. 5 Bend after bend we have been ascen‐
ding for the last half hour every successive
turn disclosing a weary length of way, and
those tiresome windmills at the top seem as far
from us as ever. Windmills have long been
celebrated for gesticulation, celebrated with Cer‐
all over the world, but never saw I wind‐
mills more provokingly alive than at present
with their long stretchy arms bending to the
breeze that flew over the hilltop, they seemed
beckoning us up ironically, while, the slow

measured step of our booted postillion as
he tramped it up the hill as much encum‐
bered as a cat with walnut shells, told
us of many a weary moment ere those
becks should, could, or would be obeyed.
We are on the summit, a green plateau
of turf, that looks round on the wide
plains of France without a single emin‐
ence to rival it and few that can obstruct
its view. —. Fifteen battle‐fields are in
view from that spot, telling a fearful tale
of the ready ire of nations, yet looking as
green and peaceful as if they had never
been watered with blood,— c They say the
cliffs of England are visible from Cassel
the sea certainly is, so I looked in the
direction, and I did see something—. I had
some lurking suspicions it was a cloud,
but I chose to believe it was my own Eng‐
and it did quite as well to bid fare‐
well to.— d

I love a view like this, for it seems as if you
were looking over all the wide wide world
and were ruling it. Throughout all our
after journey I have seen nothing more
beautiful or more wonderful of its kind
than the view from the little, humble, neg‐
lected village of—. e Cassel.
Cassel [drawing]—Market Square
Cassel Market Square
Pen and ink, approx. 8.6 × 9.6 cm (image only).
The editors of the Library Edition describe the image as a “sketch of a street with quaint architecture—in the foreground market women” (Ruskin, Works, 2:344 n. 1). The vignette is drawn in the manner of Samuel Prout (17831852), suggesting without specifically copying such marketplace scenes as Hotel de Ville Brussels and Ghent in Facsimiles. It is unclear whether Ruskin was attempting to depict the prominent Renaissance facade facing the town square, the Hôtel de la Noble Cour.