Rollo in Geneva By Jacob Abbott Excerpt "In season for what?" asked his father. "Why, to save my dinner," said Rollo. "Yes," said his father; "it might be in season to save your dinner, but that is not what I am planning to save. I have no particular uneasiness about your dinner." "Why, father!" said Rollo, surprised. "I have no wish to have you go hungry," replied his father; "but then if by any chance you happened to be late at dinner, it would be of no great consequence, for you could buy something, and eat it in the diligence by the way. So I was not planning to save your dinner." We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
Abbott was born at Hallowell, Maine to Jacob and Betsey Abbott. He graduated from Bowdoin College in 1820; studied at Andover Theological Seminary in 1821, 1822, and 1824; was tutor in 1824-1825, and from 1825 to 1829 was professor of mathematics and natural philosophy at Amherst College; was licensed to preach by the Hampshire Association in 1826; founded the Mount Vernon School for Young Ladies in Boston in 1829, and was principal of it in 1829-1833; was pastor of Eliot Congregational Church (which he founded), at Roxbury, Massachusetts in 1834-1835; and was, with his brothers, a founder, and in 1843-1851 a principal of Abbott's Institute, and in 1845-1848 of the Mount Vernon School for Boys, in New York City.
He was a prolific author, writing juvenile fiction, brief histories, biographies, religious books for the general reader, and a few works in popular science. He died in Farmington, Maine, where he had spent part of his time after 1839, and where his brother, Samuel Phillips Abbott, founded the Abbott School.
His Rollo Books, such as Rollo at Work, Rollo at Play, Rollo in Europe, etc., are the best known of his writings, having as their chief characters a representative boy and his associates. In them Abbott did for one or two generations of young American readers a service not unlike that performed earlier, in England and America, by the authors of Evenings at Home, The History of Sandford and Merton, and the The Parent's Assistant. Fewacres in 1906, Abbott's residence at Farmington, Maine
His brothers, John S.C. Abbott and Gorham Dummer Abbott, were also authors. His sons, Benjamin Vaughan Abbott, Austin Abbott, both eminent lawyers, Lyman Abbott, and Edward Abbott, a clergyman, were also well-known authors.
If a vacation is long enough, there comes a time when you need to relax and stop traveling. You need to talk to the locals, start collecting stamps, walk around and take a picture of every cat you see, but if you keep dogging the tourist path, you'll end up standing on the bank of a clear river and watching a muddy tributary flow into it, and that will be your excitement for the week. Mr. and Mrs. Holiday should've skipped Geneva. They would have been better off spending some downtime in Scotland. And where are Jenny and Thanny? They just dumped them off somewhere in Europe, so they don't have to squish them onto the diligence. We know Mr. George is probably off somewhere where he can't bring Rollo and is glad of the lack of company. He's definitely having a dry spell and I'd assume he's taken this opportunity to go wherever the best red light district is and discreetly get his rocks off without acknowledging it to himself. Weird, sensible misogynist. So Rollo and Mr. and Mrs. Holiday take a diligence, but we already had an entire chapter about diligences back when Rollo went to what is now Switzerland the first time. Diligences are cool, but I've referenced that wikipedia page already. Let's do something new!
"The domestic conducted the party through a wood, and showed them a tree which Voltaire had planted. It was now a great size, and apparently far advanced in age. Rollo took very little interest in the tree, and even his father and mother did not appear to pay much attention to it."
This is Geneva. They visit a house where Voltaire stayed, they see some castles, they comment on the hotel, they see the Arne flow into the Rhine. Mr. and Mrs. Holiday are phoning it in, and they give Rollo some responsibility, but their trip is so low key that there's hardly a way to busy him with responsibility. They watch Mont Blanc "go out" in a boat and a little girl chooses Rollo as a default playmate. Mr. Holiday tries to wrangle out of a boating trip he's promised Rollo that ends up delighting him but it's offscreen. And Mrs. Holiday insists that she can't possibly walk a mile or two, which I think is cover for Mr. Holiday's infirmity, which is why everyone is in Europe in the first place.
"It is more more agreeable to make the excursion by an afternoon boat than by a morning one; for in the afternoon, the sun, being then in the western part of the sky, will be behind you and will not shine in your face... It is often very important to take notice thus of the manner in which the sun shines in different parts of the day, in planning excursions among the Alps."
Travel advice.
This book is unnecessary and I hope these books get better, although by now the whole Holiday family is burned out and needs a vacation from their vacation. At least they learn that it's okay to spend some time in the gift shop.