Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-06-25
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ffoh the New YORK Independent.
CREAM CoLoRED OXEN OF THE CAMpAGNA.
We have been here at Naples now three DAYS.
Inns beautiful Countrywide spoiled, petted
child of the earth-has climate whose chills.
when it is not pleasant, are as bitter and I'M
welcome as the sour temper of a beautiful
woman. In short, as you go southwark, cold
ana Sullen weather, when it does come, seems
more and more utterly unbearable. We left
Rome on the railroad for Civita Vecchia All
the world was on the way-the stream setting
from Holy Week passing mostly by sea, either
northward to Florence or southwark to Ma
pies The depot was blocked with carriages
1t rained sulenly and without mercy. We
did what all the world did, whether in thick
soles or thin, got out and padded through
mud and water to the depot,-stood a good
hour while haplesS cOurers pushed and strug-
gled for baggage and tickets in the rush and
crush, and found ourselves at last in one car.
rage OF seemingly interminable train of cars,
happy to be at peace The great Campagna
whirled by US, constant succession of pictures
the trees and fields all in that tender green
of w-born buds which Dante and Fra Ange-
hco delight to consider as the color of angel
wings and vestments Mighty cream colored
oxen, with their grand branching horns, and
great dreamy eyes, with lashes long and
silky, were lying about in the fresh grass
or standing pensively musng. One looks
into their deep, dark eyes as into some
mysterious fountain like that of Egeria
shaded with ferns and rushes - aud one
sees then why the household divinity, the
mother of gods and men, who presided over
the cradle of infancy, should have been con.
celved by old Homer as oX-eyed. The epithet
brings to us the true oX-women-tair and
broad CheSted calm and full of dOmpsticitV
and homely providences, clover-ted woman
whose breath smells OF sweet meadow hay
who chewed cuds of good household thought,
silently filling herself up with kindly intents,
in whose motherly lap and broad bosom might
be counsel and sound wisdom, and an I'M
changing daylight Of calm content woman
made for wear, with no fancies, no nervous
starts no megrims or hysterics-but in whose
ample sweetness megrims, Mysteries, slridu-
IouS nerves, and all nfirmitieS of weaker con-
ditioned natures, might find a dewy repose,
such as one gets lying on hay rick hearing
birds sing in mellow June day afternoon.
This is the oX.eyed Juno that one sees in Villa
LudOvici, with her sublime brow her great
calm eyes, her full, sweet, noble lips, her am
pltude of outline-most needful and fit noun
tain of womanly kindness, truth, irmness,
calmness, sympathy and healthfuness-like
these magnificent cream-colored creatures of
the Campagna. We much fear that the do
mestic anecdotes of Juno, as given by her
poet, suit as ill with this idea as poetry gener-
ally does with reality, and that Jupiter might
shrug his shoulders eXpressively at the con-
trast. So often is a good animal superior in
its morale to the human type most resembling
1t. The introduction of wider intelligence
seems to play the mischief with creation gen
aly.-Iia'Yia Beecher .Sto,Ce