Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-05-29
mo. 39.J
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what "a Merchant Saw in Europe.

MILAN, Italy, May II.
Leaving Venice we retraced our. jour
ney to Padua and, through maze of
vine-clambered orchard trees, passed on
to Verona. With The two Gentlemen
of Verona" Shakespeare has enshrined it
in the worlds mind. At the ensuing
hour Sheldon, the barometer of our
party, pointing to the dim mountain out
line, quaffing the cool air from Snowy
highths, now freighted with rich per-
fume, declared: 'I'm growing wild. "
We talked of home and our dear ones
and vearned not so much to be trans
ported thence as to have numerous
company with us. On and on our train
sped its way through the rich valleys
until nightfall came and then the stars,
and midnight had well nigh approached
when we reached a bevy of houses on
| the margin of the lake, and there at
/ Lecco we taried for the night.
/ Daylight Of Thursday found us among
/ the mountains, and at noon we put off,
bag and baggage, in a gay gondola, row
/ ed by pair of stout Italians. Take the
! loneliness of Lake George, a charming
midsummer day, and intensity that love
illness by the grandeur of mountain peaks
lifting their snow-capped heads to heaV-
enly nights dot the banks of Lake
George with many castle and villa;
freight the iuyigorating air with the
scent of the orange blossom and the per
fume of ten thousand flower gardens,
and you have Lake Como. Como is to
Italy what Italy is TO the world, and
YOU cannot wonder that, as we recline
in the bow of a swift gondola, we are
spell-hound as if adream. There's no
sound save the splash of our oars, and
now and then the lusty shout of n peas
ant. Maybe the solitary bark of an un-
seen watch dog rings through the I'M
rufiled air from away up some mountain
fastness. Surely, earth has not bon
nier spot for radiant happiness. p" Sub
Unity of nature are these mountains.
Pattern dancers of a May-day feast
these sun shadows. A challenge to the
artist these lovely tints with which Dame
Nature has 50 bewitchingly arrayed her
self to-day.
AT three o'clock we turn a rght-angled
bend in the lake and have before us a
monster mountain, whose crest literally
sparkles with snow. The hot sun had
driven me from the boats Prov to the
shade of the awning, but now a current
of delightfully."- cool air sends us to sun
shine again.
At six o'clock our boat, with heavy
thug, strikes the sandy. beach of Bel
.lagio, and here we tarry for the night,
with sleeping apartments facing the
lake and commanding one of the most
charming views of lake scenery in the
world. We linger about the dining table
long after the repast has been completed,
and until the sun has so far sunken be
, hind the snow capped ranges that the
4 stars. with glittering eyes, saucily twin
kIe and ever and anon ask the question
, ''What am | ?"
An English speaking waiter tells III
t that the Marquis of Lorne and his ST.
? weeks bride, the Princess Louise
4 daughter Of Queen Victoria, are at thu
hotel on the opposite margin of the lake
-? .sMy distinguished countrymen, eX
. claimed Wilson, of London, 81 must g
e and see the. Marquis at once. We TAX
q boat with the stars. and stripes hyin!
: astern. and Juggling at the oars witt
hearty good will, glide over the star re
t fleeing mirror. The distinguished guest
l. over whose marriage English gossip ha
! run wild for months past have bee
O honored by the King of Italy with hi
g martial band and as we approac
h Cadennabia enhancing strains from tn
e opera of Dinorah make glad the ever
It ing air.
it AS we approach the magnificent hote
o Bellevue, the band of forty pieces turn
# to sGod Save the Queen" with fore
# that enkindles every latent spark
= natriotism in Wilson's nature. ''Af
: hovs that's the tune for me; deuce
fine amt it ?" Upon the piazza aboH
J we see a young man quietly pulling h
10 CIGAR. smooth faced and not much OF I'll
ia Scottish look. With bride like closene'
ne at his side, almost resting her head upo
! his shoulder in the dim twilight, we ca
: hardly trace the features OF the Malo
y Lorne Royalty has doye-llke coolI
~ in the honeymoon, attesting the tru.
Is that human nature is the same the "or
,e over. We go into the dining room
:. the Bellevue, and Wilson, yet enthuse
81 :. calls the white cravatted French waite
Us and asks, Gan see my countryma I,
8, the Marquis ?" ''Cards! responded !!
OF waiter, and with presumption OF VIM
-, we had not thought ourselves gun.
- each of us throws his caro- upon
nc tray and the waiter yanishes FROM !
nd dirt and dust of travel our costumes
g, such that with all our democracy
q should not care to be presented TO