The Express.
London, England, 1863-07-07 00:00:00

VENICE.

A Venice letter in the Siicle contains the
following :
Manin often said " I know the people of Venice; they
will tire out Austria." Nothing could be more exact.
This is the third time that I have returned to Venice
since 1859, and things have not changed. Austria ap-
pears to be still simply encamped at Venice. The
Croatian who silently paces the flags of the place
St. Mark during his hours of guard has not
learned Italian any more than the inhabitants of
Venice have learned the language of their conquerors. The
population has not mingled with the Austrians ; it allows
itself to be crowded, restricted, and pressed by misery, but
does not mix with the strangers. However delayed and
distant the hopes of deliverance may appear, Venice awaits
the hour in silence, with clenched hands. 1 will not say
that the Austrians render themselves odious, that they
are brutal, that they administer badly, or that
they pillage the country; oa the contrary, may im-
provements have been introduced within the last two yam ;
the conquest, tired of war, is, as a last reeonree, attempting
to assimilate the two races, but that expedient succeeds
with Austria as badly as all the others, as she has not
pined an inch of ground. Some well-meaning patricians
have thought that to this passive resistance, sterile in its
results, and serving only to impoverish the country, a pro.
visional vatopromise would be preferable in the interests of
commerce atd of the working classes, and that such could
be done without renouncing ideas of independence and en-
franchisement. At the head of this party is M. Benebo,
mayor of Venice ; but the people refuse to follow him, they
have burnt his gondola, and insulted his domestics. I will
not speak of the misery in Venice, of the closed theatres,
of the ruined trade and industry ; these things are known,
and have not changed ; also, I have to inform you that the
emigration continues.

A veteran, who bas gained • high reputation
as a sculptor, M. De Bay, died in Paris on Saturday.
Scarcely • museum in France that has not among its
treasures • work of this distinguished artist. The Pericles,
that so generally strikes the stranger in the garden of the
Tuileries, is from Lis chisel, as are also the Colbert at the
palace of the Luxembourg, and the Charles Martel in the
gallery of Versailles. The Baron Rothschild is the pos-
sessor of the but of the great tragedian Telma.
A letter from Rome aaya :—" We have just lost
an accomplished mid rising sculptor. Mr. Alfred Gatley,
whose colonial baaei•relievi of the ' Rost of Pharaoh is
the Red Sea,' and the Song of Moses,' formed such
prominent features ►midst the sculpture of the late Inter-
national Exhibition. Mr. Galley died of dysentery. An
English watercolour painter, Mr. Custard, recently ar-
rived in Rome, has also been prevented by death from
prosecuting his studies."
Another easy route opened by railway communi-
cation to the tourist is that to the Pyrenees, which e•n be
reached from Paris in a few hours. " Formerly," says a
Paris correspondent, " it was • journey ; now the railway
takes you right down to the frontier, sad the first
odour of Spain is wafted to you as you get out of the train.
You can visit the Faux Chanties and Eons 8011061, drinking
their waters if so minded ; you can flab in lakes, and perhaps
catch something; have pic-nit in woods, and even go on
mulaback along the Port de Veoaaque, which is described
by sbe poetic) Murray as beiog • path so terrible ' that •
father will not look back for his son, nor • sou for his father'
—to the Maladetta Pass ; and having dons all this, and
eaten a real Spanish ' tostio de los llamas' at Venseque, and
being yourself eaten in turn, you may get back on the
Boulevard in three weeks."