Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-05-02

Gu. we went thence To the DuOmO,
where they show beautiful bust oil
Petrarch, who lived at Padua some OF
the latter years of his life. II is a
softer and more voluptuous counte-
nance than is given in the pictures.
The church OF st. Antony here has
stood just six hundred years. 1t &C.
cupied century in building, and is a
rich and noble old specimen of the taste
of the times, with eight cupolas and
towers, twenty-seven chapels inside,
four immense organs, and countless
statues and pictures. st. Antony's bo.
dy lies in the midst of the principal
chapel, which is surrounded with re-
hevos representing his miracles, done
in the best manner of the glorious art
lists of antiquity. We were there dur.
ing mass, and the people were nearly
sutfocating themselves in the press to
touch the altar and the tomb of the
saint. This chapel was formerly lit
by massive silver lamps, which Napo-
leon took, presenting them with their
models in guilt. He also exacted from
them three thousand sequins for per-
mission to retain the chin and tongue
of st. Antony, which work miracles
still, and are preserved in splendid
chapel with immense brazen doors.
Behind the main altar, | saw har-
rowing picture by Teipolo, of the mar
tyrdom Of st. Agatha. Her breasts are
cut off, and lying in dish. The ex.
preston in the face of the dying wo-
man is painfully well done.
Returning to the inn, we passed a
magnificent palace, on one of the
squares, upon whose marble steps and
column bases, sat hundreds of british
Austrian troops, smoking and laughing
at the passers by. This is sight you
may soc now all through Italy The
palace of her proudest mobiles are turn
ed into barracks for foreign troops,
and there is scarce noble old church
or monastery that is not defiled with
their filth. The German soldiers are,
without exception, the most stolid and
disagreeable looking body Of men /
ever saw, and they have little to soft
en- the indignant feeling with which one
sees them rioting in this lovely and
oppressed country.
We passed an hour before bed time
in the usual amusement of travellers
in foreign land-reading the travel
ler's record book. Walter SCOTS name
was written there, and hundreds of dis
tinguished names besides. was pleas
ed to find, on leaf far back, 'sEd-
ward Everett" written in his own
round legible hand. There were at
least the names of fifty Americans,
within the dates Of the year past--such
wandering nation we are. Foreign
ers express their astonishmcnt always
at their numbers in these cities.
On the afternoon of the next day,
we went to Arqua, on pilgrimage to
Petrarch's cottage and tomb. 1t was
an Italian summer afternoon, and the
Eugcnean hills were rising green and
lovely, with the sun an hour high a.
bove them, and the yellow of the early
sunset already commencing to glow a.
bout the horizon.
Childe Harold, has described this
same excursion anu the place SO Truly
and beautifully, that ii were idle to try
.. a.l,o
W "filo ahotii0i'
''There is tomb in Arqua;--rear'd in air,
Pillar'd in their sarcophagus rcpose
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M Nh o9aas o. LsaTas loveT mere repair
The pilgrims Of his gerrus. He arose
To raise Language, and his Land reclaim lain
hun ,rse which II b b. bs aS 5 name
With his melodious tears. he gave hinselfto fame
They keep his dust in Arqua, where he died;*
he village where ms la.'sh days