New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1848-01-29

10 see a sight, but walk every day aud here
cannot miss Of some object Of consummate interest
to end walk. Ia the evenings which are long now.
am at leisure to follow up the inquiries suggested
by the day.
As one becomes familiar, ancient and modern
Rome-at first so painfully and discordantly i'm.
bed together, are drawn apart to the mental vision
You see where objects and limits anciently were
the superstructures vanish, and you recognize the
local habitaton Of so many thoughts When this
begins to hapPen it is that one feels first truly at
in Rome Then the old Kings, the Consuls
and Trbunes the Emperors drunk with blood and
gold, the warriors Of eagle sight aud remOrseess
beak, return for aud the togad procession finds
room to sweep across the scene; the seven hills
tower, the innumersble temples glitter, and the
Via sacra swarms with triunpha life once more
Alb how joyful to see once more this Rome, in.
stead Of the pitiiu peddling, Angicsed Rome first
viewed in unutterabe dismsy from the coupe Of the
vettura Rome all full of taverns lodging houses,
cheating chambermaids vilest vile paietSde place
and pleas A Niobe of Nations, indeedl ah,
why secretly the heart blasphemed did the Sun
omit to kill her, too, when all the glorious race
which wore her crown fell beneath his ray
Thank heaven. it is possible to wash away all
this dirt and come at the marble yet
Then the later Papal Rome it requires much
acquaintance. much thought, much reference TO
books for the child Of Protestant Republican Amer.
lea TO see where belong the legends illustrated by
rite and picture the Of all the rich tapestry
where it has a united aud poetic meaning, where
1t is broken by some accident Of history For all
these things senseless mass of juggleries 20 the
uniformed eye, are really growths of the human
spirit struggling to develop its life, and full of in
structon for those who learn to understand them.
Then Modern Rome--still ecclesiastical, still
darkened and damp in the shadow of the Vatican,
but where bright hopes CLEAN now amid the ashes.
Never was people who have had more to corrupt
them-bloody tyranny, and incubus of prlestcrait,
the invasons frat Of Goths, then of trampling EN-
perors and kings then of sight-see foreigners,
everything to turn them from sincere, hopeful,
fruitful life and they much corrupted but still
fine race. | cannot look merely with a pictorial
eye on the lounge Of the Roman Dandy, the bold,
Juno gait of the Roman Contadna. | love them,
(Dandies and ALL believe the natural express
ion of these fine forms will animate them yet Ger
tsinly there never was apeople that showeda bet
ter heart than they do in this day of love, of purely
moral influence Ii makes me very happy to be
for once in place ruled by fathers love, and
where the pervssive glow Of good, generous
heart is felt in every pulse Of every day.
have seen the Pope several times since my re-
turn, and it is real pleasure to see him in the
thoroughfares, where his passage is always greet
ed as that Of The living soul.
The first week of November there is much pray
ing for the dead here in the Chapels Of the Gene
teries. | went to Santo Spirito. This Cemetery
stands high, and all the way up the slope was
lined with beggars pettioning for aims, in every
attitude and tone, Il mean tone that belongs to
the professional beggars gamut for that is PECULIAR
and under every pretext imaginable, from the
quite legless elderly gentleman to the ragged ruf
fan with the rogush twinkle in his eye, who has
merely light stiffness in one arm and one leg. !
could not help laughing it was such show
greatly to the alarm Of my attendant, who declared
they would kill me, If ever they caught me alone
but was not afraid. | am sure the endless false
hood in which such creatures live must make them
very cowardy We entered the Cemetery It
was a sweet, tranquil place lined with expresses
and soft sunshine lying on the stone coverings
where repose the houses Of clay IN which once
dwelt Joyous Roman hearts-for the hearts here do
take pleasure in life. There were several Chapels
in one boys were chanting IN others people on
their knees silently praying for the dead. In another
was one of the groups in wax exhibited in such
Chapels through the first week of November Ii re-
presented St. Carlo Bonomeo as a beautiful young
man in a long scarlet robe, pure and brilliant, as
the blood of the martyrs, relieving the poor who
were grouped around him-old people and children,
the halt. the manned. the blind he had called them
all in to the feast Of love the Chapel was lighted
and draped so as to give very good effect to this
group; the spectators were mainly children and
young girls, listening with ardent eyes, while their
parents or the Nuns explained to them the group,
or told some story of the Saint. i, was pretty
scene, only marred by the presence of a villanous
looking man. who ever and anon shook the poors
box. cannot understand the bad taste OF choosing
him, when there were frati and priests enough OF
expression less unprepossessing.
next entered court ard where the stations
or different periods in the Passion of Jesus are
painted on the wall Kneeling around at these
were many persons here Franciscan, in his
brown robe and cord there pregnant woman ut
sering doubtless, some tender aspiration for the
welfare of the yet unborn dear one there some
boys with gay yet reverent air while all the
while these fresh young voices were heard chant
ing. 1t was beautiful moment, and despite the
wax saint the i'll favored friar, the. professional
mendicants, and my own removal, wide as pole
from pole, from the position of mind Indicated by
these forms their spirit touched me and | prayed
too-pray ed Tor the distant every way distant
for those who seem to have forgotten me- and with
me all we had in common-prayed for the dead IN
spirit il not in body-prayed for myself that
might never walk the earth
1.-The tomb Of my dead self"
and pray in general for all unspoiled and loving
hearts no less for all who suffer and find yet no
helper.
Going out took my road by the Cross, which
marks the brow of the hill Up the ascent still
wound the crowd OF devotees and still the beg
cars beset them. Amid that crowd how many
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