And this is the birth place of Rubens. Sink these
french bad roads, a f A long days journey over them
under a burning un, together with a perambulation
on a damp evening at Aix la Chapelle, so knocked
me up, that I was forced to diet it, and quiet it
And could not stir out to see the Rubensʼ last picture
the masterpiece of the master, the crucifixion of St
Peter, bequeathed by him at his death to his native
city, and, yet more, his birthchamber, — fragment,