Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-05-29

one Tor WnOm we nau respect, duu ledst
of all the 'slion of the day"
Half in trepidation and a wee bit ner-
vous under suspense, we wait impatently
the walters return. Accompanied by
the valet de chambre of his highness,
suddenly came an apParatlon about SIX
feet two, of flesh and bone, Chiefly the
latter: a Uranium covered with bushy
light hair: an anquiline nose indicative
of fight, a mouth well fashioned for a
tender leg of mutton or bloody rare roast
beef, stiffly starched choker collar
with faultless white tie, four buttoned
coat that met the square cut of shingled
tailed coat, black pants of faultless fit.
Such was the apparation, still as death,
straight and cold as lightning rod. A
nice mix up have made of it Wilson.
seemed to say, as lac translated the glance
| of the valet, who stood motionless but
| but looked daggars, "a handsomeset for
| presentation tony most noble Lord, hand
some aldeed!" Wilson broke the silence
which was growing awkard. . on! an!
| Hem! You are the valet of the Mar
| quise ?" AS If set oh hinges the appara-
| ton relaxed in the middle. bent pro-
foundry, and with quick jerk came
back to the unbroken perpendicularity
L" r continued Wilson, we desired as
an Englishman and three Americans,
CHANGING in Italy with his highness and
bride, to present our. compliments, and
no offence | hope" With more defer
ence than we expected, the valet said:
E'Gentlemen,I shall present your cards to
my Lord and her Royal Highness, who
may give you an interview in the morn
ing" With good night interchange, the
valet vanished. What jolly little epi-
sOde, we say Our cards to the Princess.
Ahem All rather to the paper basket.
Out upon the Plaza, again we see the hap
pypair, with honeymoonfondness not I'M
common to such as we, of low degree,
from shackles free, that destiny of blood
decree may be worthy as he; but great
our glee, thus TO see aristOcracy, whose
fee for company is pedigree, not such as
we. Good night, Princess; good night,
Marquis, and we glide away. Turning
to the emblem of my native land, | said
) to Wilson, that flag represents no aris-
tocracy, no royalty, but a democratic
/ confederation, where merit is the
rank. not blood the man That flag tells
of Benjamin Franklin setting type
| Washington a surveyor; Roger Sher-
l. man shoemaker; Lincoln backwOOds-
man and raftsman, and Grant the tan
ner | thought that eloquence had made
a first trial of my loose tongue, but Shell
don cruelty: brought me to my senses.
Eyes, Andy, the tailor and constable =
During the night we had a solo serenade
from one of Gods musical messengers,
a nightingale.
Yesterday at an early hour, we were
= out of bed, and at a. M, by steamer
l down the lake, and seated i'll the PROV
n watching the dancing water jets as the
u steamer Cleaves her way. Listening tC
+ the sky larks, on straining our eyes ano
=. taxing our minds to solve the problem
; how the farmers subsist among thC
+ clouds, far away up the rugged noun
: tains, two thousand feet or more, we SCI
v fenced farms and farmers huts. AT thu
: mountain base, we are amused at tn
>, COSY, Nesting. Chen and chicken like o
the cleanly villages. We, seeing the finn,
$ tribe far down into the CLASSY bosom o
J. the blue water, or shutting the blossom
Is perfume from palace gardens near by us
n cannot but recall the promise OF Claud
= to Pauline, in Bulwer's Lady of Lyons
: "a deep vale shut out by Alpine hills
;, from the rude world, near clear lax
d margined by fruits of gold, and whisper
n ing myrtles, CLOSING softest skies, cloud
. less save with rare and roseate shadows
a palace lifting TO eternal heaven 1T
marbled walls, from out glossy bow
g er of coolest foliage, musical with birds.
f, A short while after noon, at Como,
=. city of twenty thousand souls, an
past its castles, and through its mour
u tain gate, seated on stage coach, W
g rattle and jostle from the steamer to th
e. railway. and thence to Milan. Our frs
Is impressions of this city, notwithstand
G. ing the delights of Como, were mos
. pleasing, but must leave to another lie
4 ter that which l shall have to say c
!; what. in sweet accents, the Italians ca
lG AiL1n0. J. H. d.