Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-06-28
KEN0SHA, WIS., THURSD Y, JUNE %, 1856.

the fishermen m their clumsy boats. Just pnsng
off for the days lator. Often their wives and
/ chi dren were with them in the boat Perhaps
they have other homes. Hard and miserable
andunlovely seemed their fate aud their faces cor,
responded thereto. Tho divine spark seemed " II
nigh extinct aetlrfnr TO the inn and takng my
j share Of the black bread and coffee, | preferred
Il walking along the road to waiting Il ere for our
lvettufino who had not been heard from. pass
ed large herds OF cattle, generally dun colored
some Nth black necks aud some all white--Th-ir
Immense horns were novelty to me--shaped .ika
the Tyre aud seemingly load Of themselves. The
cows had nearly "a large horns aud briskets as the
oxen, till nature in pity has given them also the
strength Of the OK. The herdsman with his long
shaggy goat skin breeches a;ncd scarce remove
above his herd. / met long processiois Of my old
friends, the asses theughtfuiy aud faithfully toll
ing along under their huge bardens, while The dri-
vers iaiienni 0 pleasant company behind, were
having loyial time. IL these asses doa't 20 TO
heaven, then what viii become Of some Of the resi-
OF Us? passed the ruins Of old arches that spai,>
ned the little brooks IN the time of Christ. saw
many strange birds and shrubs. Tie mountains
Of la folft on my left were covered far down with
fufze. The road still held by the sea shore, bal
here are DO fine beaches. There is nothing poetic
or beautiful in the shore, far it struck me-
AT length was hailed from passing coach, and
| looking in, saw my fellow travellers there. Our
poor veturino had made us all to the morn
| ing post coacl, and we maved gai!y onward
| The leaving the shore and the nioun iaus aud
striking into he Campagna. was so impreceptble
that could scarcely realize was travelling over il.
have been disappointed in The Campagna. II is
neither so fl At nor so barren as | had Supposed
helevel stretches often broken into little val-
lies, with brook coursng through Them and some
times you climb quite hl As to their fertility,
il is true am here in the spring, when the desert
itself ought to bear promise. and can understand
thai without cultivation aud under the fierce and
ralniess rays OF July andAugnst they might become
! deaoation to the beholder. v hen the carriage
stopped at our second station the posillon Ieaped
from his horse opened the door, aud letting do Nm
the steps, cried aut "Signori. ecco, San Pi,tro.''
| How long was III taftbiug ont, will net saw.
Yes, there itstood, the great Dome itself
in clear relief; and knew that under its
huge shadow stood Rome ALSO Here then
at last, | seemed to look upon the far goal
Of my wanderings, and looked upon it as
one would read his future destiny. Irresist-
ible warnings, that have pursued me from
my youth, till have left mother and wife
and children ana home, and traversed six
thousand weary miles, are We now to be
laid?
As / approached Rome | felt the sadness
of uncertainty; for when arrived | WAS to
know if death had been among my friends;
and to one whose being, for the last tive
months, had been as it We're, suspended,
it is as fearful to reatlup the past as it would
be to unvel the future
When Paul left me at Ciyta Vecchia, not
knowing what place Tilion had provi led for
him, in Rome, it was hastily agreed that we
should next meet on the Piazza d Spagna.
So on my arrival, leaving my baggage at
the Hotel Minerve, Immediately made my
way TO that Square. could scarcely be-
lieve my eyes when found myself there
Is this, then, the famous Piazza di Spagna?
And are those the famous Spanish steps q?
wished had never heard of them | was
tired and hungry-stepplng into the near
est cafe, had hardly got my coffee and IA
late Galgnani, when in came Paul and Til
ton. 1t was pleasant TO meet Tilton again
after four summers; itrccalcd Portland and
his old studio there, full of pictures of ia
miliar places; and it recalled also, as wen
| it might, that glorious ascent of Mount
Washington. We adjourned to anolherroom
and there | opened and read your letter,
saying ak was we'll; and after that the wine
was superhuous.
And SO | have got you, rather tediously
to be sure, into Rome. This is Catholic
country, and it seemed to me exceeding fit
that you be made to pass through the pur-
gatory of Civita Veccha. before reaching
The paradise of Rome. Next week is Holy
Week, and tie whole world is here to wit
ness the ceremonies. O. i. ID.
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RAIL RoAD .CoMPErTrIoS--LowER FARES.