The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1870-03-05

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This afternoon (Beptsmbsr ls,) while
traversing the leh bank Of the Asrs in
the city of Berne, we encounter the FIRST
drunken man we have met on the con-
tinent; and yet We cannot help making
tho contrast in appearance and manner
between him and the villainous looking
cutthroat made intoxicated on rum,
gin or whisky. to be met on every hand
in the cities of New York or London.
To prove that this is no individual
opinion, we need only refer to the fact
that many of the staunchest friends of
temperance to be found in Great Bri-
tain are in favor of the renewal Of the
French commercial treaty, because the
light European wines may now be pur-
chased, in the United Kingdom, at al
most nominal rates, their use as
a beverage does not bring in its train
the same evils incurred by the use of
the brain-reeling, poisonous. adulter-
ated hquid-ire retailed in the gin pal
aces Of England and America.
After having completed our task, we
retrace our steps to the Hotel de pEu-
rope. where we meet large number Of
tourists, from England, France and
America some on pleasure, some for
health, while others are evidently try
Ing to spend III the money they can.
Direcsly opposite MS sits . wizened-
faced dame, with q nose like light
house, whose dialect pronoances her
English origin. Don't talk Of wine or
Bass ale to her. GAN . pint Of bran
dy," is the order, and before the second
course is served the brandy has dis
appeared.
But our time 10 growing precious.
Business calls us to Lausanne, and to
avoid mistakes telegram must be sent.
A visit to the Office affords little salts
faction. No interpreter can be found,
However, after securing the services OF
a friend q message 10 concOcted and
the news conveyed that ut 1880, DIV,
we shall be in the city Of Lausanne,
where the Peace Congress is holding
its session, Of which Victor Hugo is the
recognized leader.
$50, and we are OF once more on our
flying visit. The trip from Berne TO
Lausanne, beautiful as it il, must be made
without an opportunity Of admiring il
by the light Of day. In short time
we enter the tunnel Of Flamott, after
which we reach the green valley of the
Tafferna- Bach. Before passing the old
classic town of Freiburg, the lofty via
duct Of the Sarine, $40 feet in height,
and nearly quarter Of . mile long, is
crossed. To convey some idea of its
immensely we may mention that 5000
tons of iron were employed in its con-
struction. A few minutes more and
the train draws up at the station Of
Freiburg, which forms the boundry be-
tween the French and German tongues,
the German language being spoken in
the lower end Of the town and the
French in the upper. Although our
coupons give US the privilege Of stay
ing over at this locality, we are re-
luctantly compelled to forego the plea
sure. As our old friend, the moon, is
shining most gloriously, We perhaps
have little reason for regret.
The scene after leaving is magnificent
beyond description. We now begin to
recognize some of the beauties of the
valley of the Rhone. Emerging from .
tunnel a grand view Of the lake Of Ge-
neva and the Savoy Alps is presented.
Night though it be, there is no mistake
in recognizing them. The presence of
q German American friend is peculiarly
acceptable. He knows every foot of
the road, and he tells its history with
a gusto. Fit scene for q painter-the
CLASSY lake, the snow-capped mountains
and tn lights Of Ouchy and Lsu-
same in the distance.
1890, the whistle is heard, and we
are landed at Lausanne, where our
hands are grasped by our (now) old
friend, Stephen Cowell, Esq. Brushing
past cab-drivers and porters he seizes
our satchel and Applegarth and self
are conducted to Ouchy, beautiful
village a mile distant, situated on the
lake of Geneva. After twenty minutes
walk we bring up at the Hotel Beau
Rivage, a magnificent structure, which
has no rival in the Western States nc
least. A ring at the door is answered
by descendant of Rip Van Wrinkle,
who announces az 10 .fsa-parlor, sit
ting, &c. A tramp back to Lausanne
is inevitable. It Is now nearly twelve
O'Clock. We are tired and weary, but
there is no remedy, so back we go. Up
the hill and down the lanes, till we come
to the Hotel Gibbon. Here" says
our Obliging guide, sis the spot where
Gibbon wrote his Rise and Fail Of he
Romas Essptre,' and there isahe garden
which used to be his favorite resort, and
where, Demosthenes-like he used to re-
peat, hour after hour, some of his most
famous passages. Of course every