Washington sentinel., 1854-01-25
Wasbingtalr gsntinsl.
From the waverly Magazine.
Letter from Italy.

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sadly inclined to forget the existence of his ma
tive country. The remembrances of his rustic
hamlet are for the time efaced by the intoxi-
eating life in Naples. For my part, do not
know where to set limits to my apparently
boundless wonder and pleasure. Jones, who
accompanied me from the western wilds Of
4 Massachusetts,, is even more effected than my
SELF
jones' poor Jones! IF ever circumstances
conspired to hinder man from the pursuit Of
an object, if ever the fates seemed bent upon
preventing the attainment Of wish, they did
so in the case of Jones. From the time of his
departure from Boston harbor, he did not en-
JOY one single moment Of unruffled happiness.
Sea sickness in all its indescribable and vet
ridiculous terrors overpowered my poor friend.
How often did he gaze silently into the dark
Oceanl how feebly would he lean over the side
of the vessel, as though he wished to leap over
board and forever end his sorrow.
20, Jones-John-John Jones! Can do
anything for you? ~
No" was the reply, uttered in the tones of
one who had nothing more to hope for in this
world.
And since it was my inducement which led
him to cross the water, his sorrow and misery
were shared by me. Of course the heaving Of
the restless water did not cause me to become
sick. No. It was sympathy with my friend,
and we both passed the greater portion of the
time in leaning pensively over the side Of the
vessel.
Q, Captain! thy jokes had no effect on US;
and even the best story failed to produce in us
the slightest emotion!
As we sailed past the lofty rock Of Gibraltar
our sorrow seemed to abate. There before us
lay the Mediterranean, the great sea Of seas
blue, ancient and teeming with historic asso-
Citations. Calmly its vast surface spread before
us smooth as a quiet lake, and mirroring the
sky that overhung it, rivalling it in the intense
azure of its hue A favorable breeze carried
us on with delightful motion, and after few
days the glorious bay Of Naples burst upon our
view.
Here we thought our troubles for the present
were at an end. Joyfully we prepared to land.
1t did my heart good to watch the beaming
smile, the intense complacency that shone upon
the face of my companion 1t was interrupted,
however, in its benignant lustre by many un-
pleasant little discoveries. He had forgotten
his beaver hat, likewise his best boots, likewise
his best coat. The discoveries of these sepa-
rate losses seemed to bring down the joyfulness
of his soul. Never mind,' said he, have
this, and would rather have it than any
clothes.n M
He held up revolver, fourished it gaily,
and put it in his pocket.
Why Jones preferred the revolver to clothes,
was a mystery to me, for | was certain he
would never venture to use it.
We went ashore with the police One sat
between Jones and me. Suddenly he turned
to my friend.
Date mi un piastro, Signor,' said he,
What does he mean -- this gentleman
here /" said Jones.
He wants you to give him dollar" said !.
A dollar! Go to the --What'll give
you dollar for, mister? 2"
Non capesco Inglese-Eccola-" said he
pointing to the handle of the pistol, which
stuck out from Jones' pocket.
Men were forbidden to carry arms Of any
kind in Italy. Jones turned pale when he
heard this, thought of Mr.. Gladstone's :" Nea
politan PRISONS and slid silver dollar into
the policeman's hand.
81 can tell you what, my boy, your pistol
will get you into trouble before long,"
And can tell you what, Bob, it will get
me out of trouble, too" he replied with lofty
air.
After the passports were settled, we walked
leisurely through the city. Jones and were
I. overwhelmed by the splendor of the public ed-
fees, by the unceasing roll and thunder of ten
thousand carriages, by the tumult and yocife-
ration which burst forth clamorously on every
side. We were jolted and tossed by every one,
and several times we narrowly escaped being
run over.
Some kind friend in Boston, who had made
the grand tour" advised us to carry only
small yalises, with change of linen. This con-
stituted all our baggage, and with it we wan
dered through the Strada Nuoyo, looking for
ahotel.
Suddenly half dozen tag-rag scoundrels
came running up to us, two OF them grasping
my valise, aud three or four the cloak, umbrel-
la, and carpet bag Of my bewildered compan-
ion.
aWhat do you want ]? clear out, you scound
relsl" he shouted, trying to poke them with
his umbrella
"Seno facchino! acchinol facchinol" yelled
they all simultaneously. .
What fight we had with those men. They
struggled for our baggage, they thrust hotels
cards in our faces. In the midst of the tumult
hotel carriages drove up, the drivers waved
their whips and yelled out "Hotel dItalie,
Hotel d Americal Signori." A host of beggars
followed close upon them, some lifting up hide.
ously SCARED legs, others exposing sightess
eyes, other looking like sturdy bandits fresh
from robbery and murder.
We broke efranticaly from them. We walked
n IurlOuSly away, anu the Wnoic HUN loiioweu
after. We walked faster, and all but six gave
up the chase. Those six followed us up the
strada Nuovo, along byways, round corners,
everywhere.
At length seeing the door Of q cafe, we
entered and passed half an hour there. Sud-
denly Jones called out in o tone of the most
perplexed astonishment, "wel swear!p
looked toward the window, as he pointed,
and to my horror saw two of our six friends
Yes, there they we're, those two had followed
after us, had patiently waited for us until now |
could not be mistaken in that thick striped
face OF the taller one, nor in the quick sharp
beggerly eyes the imp beside him.
They we're talking with man who was bet.
ter dressed than they. He came in, came up to
us, and ventured to talk to us.
"He knew Of magnificent hotel where
"We don't want a hotel"
"Ah pardon! know of hotel meubie's then,
where"