New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-05-29

promised US bird songs and blossoms to console as
for the dreary winter Of Paris. AtArles indeed !
sawthe little saxirage bossoming on the steps ofthe
Amphtheatre and fruittrees in flower amid the
tombs. Here was the first time saw the Qrea,
hand writing OF the Romans in its proper medium
Of stone and | was content 1t looked as grand
and solid as expected as if life in those days was
thought worth the having, the enjoying and the
using. The sunlight was warm this day; it lay
delciously still end calm upon the ruins. One Old
woman sat knitting where twenty-five thousand
persons once gazed down in fierce excitement ON
the fights Of men and lions Coming back we were
refreshed all through the streets by the sight Of
the women Of Aries. They answered to their re-
putatiOn for beauty tall erect and noble with high
and digni6ed features, and full, earnest gaze OF
the eye they looked as if the Eagle still waved its
wings over their city. Even the very old women
still have a degree of beauty, because when the
colors are all faded and the skin wrinked, the face
retains this dignity Of outline. The men do not
share in these characteristics Priestess, well
beloved of the powers of old religion, must have
called down especial blessing on her sex in this
town.
Hence 70 Marseilles-where is little for the trav.
eler TO see, except the mixture Of Oriental blood
in the crowd of the streets. Thence by steamer to
Genoa. OF this transit he who has been on the
Mediterranean in stiff breeze well understands
can have nothing to say, except al suffered" 1t
was all one dull tormented dream TO me and, l be
lieve, to most of the ships company-a dream too
of thirty hours duration, instead of the promised
sixteen
The excessive beauty of Genoa is well known,
and the impression upon the eye alone was cores.
pondent with what l expected but, alas the
weather was still so cold could not realize that
had actually touched those shores to which had
looked forward all my life, where it seemed that
the heart would expand and the whole nature be
turned to delight. Seen by cutting wind, the
marble palaces the gardens, the magnificent water
view of Genoa failed to charm, 81 satc, not telt,
how beautiful they were" Only at Naples have
found my Italy, aud here not till after a weeks
waitng-not till | began to believe that all had
heard in praise of the climate Of Italy was fable
and that there is really no Spring anywhere ex.
cept in the imagination of poets. For the first
week was an exact copy Of the miseries Of New
England Spring; bright sun came for an hour or
two in the morning Just to latter you forth without
your cloak, and then--and then-came up william
GUS, horrible wind, exactly like the worst East
wind of Boston, breaking the heart. racking the
brain and turning hope and fancy to an irrevocabe
green and yellow hue in lieu of their native rose.
However, here at Naples hare at last found
my Italy | have passed through the Grotto of
Pausilippo, visited Cana, Baia, and Capre-as.
cended Vesuvus and found all familiar, except the
~ nfs viii lor ne
scene conveys
:" Behold how brightly breaks the morning"
and yet all new as if never yet described, for Ma
ture here, most prolific and exuberant in her gifts,
has touched them all with a charm unhackneyed,
unhackneyable which the boots of English dandies
cannot trampe out, nor the raptures of sentimental
tourists daub or fade. Baia had still hid divinity
for me, Vesuvius fresh baptism of fire, and Sor-
rento-oh Sorrento was beyond picture, beyond Po-
esq., for the greatest Artist had been at work there
in a temper beyond the reach OF human art.
Beyond this, reader, my old friend and valued ac-
ouaiutance on other themes shall tell you no.
thing of Naples for it is thing apart in the jour
ney of life. and if represented at all should be so
in afairer form than offers itself at present Now
the actual life here is over l am going to Rome,
and expect to see that fame of thought the last day
of this week
At Genoa and Leghorn, | saw for the first
time Italians in their homes. Very attractive
! found them, charming women refined men, elo
quent and courteous. If the cold wind hid Italy Il
could not the Italians. little group of faces, each
50 full of character dignity, and what is rare in
an American face, the capacity for pure, exalting
maj f,rle
ment of hope
We came from Leehorn in an English boat highly /
and as little deserving Of such praise
as many another bepuffed article. In the middle !
of fine, clear night she was run into by the mail
steamer which all on deck perfectly saw coming !
upon her, for no reason that could be ascertaned
exceptthst the man the wheel said he had turned
the right way and it never seemed to occur to him
that he could change when he found the other steam
err had taken the same direction To be sure the !
other steamer was equally careless, bat as change |
on our part would have prevented an accident that
narrowly missed sending US all to the bottom, 1t |
hardly seemed worth while to persist for the sake /
Of convicting them Of error.
Neither the Captain nor any Of his people spoke |
French, and we had been much amused before by /
the chambermaid acting out the old story Of win !
you lend me the loan Of a gridiron ?" A Polish 1
lady was on board with a French waiting maid, who 1
understood no word of English The daughter Of /
John oil would speak to the ladyi in English, and,
when she found it of no use, would say imperiously
10 the sEigante-" Go and ask your mistress what
she will have for breakfast And now when |
went on deck there was parley between the
two steamers, which the Captain was obliged to
manage by such interpreters as he could find
il was long and confused business. 1t ended st
asst in the Nespoli;an steamer taking in tow for
an inglorious return TO Leghorn. When she had
decided upon this she swept round. her lights
dancing like sagscious eyes to take us. The sea
vas calm as a lake; the sky full OF stars she
made long detour with her black hull. her smoke
md lights, which lock so pretty at night then
anne round to us like the bend OF an arm en-
,racing. IL was pretty picture, worth the stop
md the fright-perhsps the loss OF twenty-iour
ours, though did not think so at the time. AT
eghorn we changed the boat and, retraelng our
tops, came now at last 70 Nspes,-to this priest
idaen, misgoverned, fall Of dirty, degraded men