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DrattOn - some PIeasant BysEOne
ReeOIlectiOns - The POpe's Mimic
A1my-Italy's Progress.
Cor. Philadelphia Evening Bullotin.l
ROME, ITALY, March 15, 1885,
The King of Italy and his elder
son, the Hereditary Prince Hum
bert, were born on the same day,
twenty four years apart; Victor
Emanuel on the l4th of March,
1920; Humbert on the 14th OF
March, 1914. Yesterday (Tuesday)
the day was celebrated in many
ways. 1t was a superb day. The
sun shone brightly, and the air was
delicious. At 10 O'clock there was
a grand review of the army at
the Farnesine prati-the fields be-
yond Ponte Molle, near the Via An
gelica. In the old pontifcal days
we used to drive out there to see
the review of the Pope's mimic
army. | have often described the
pretty spectacle to you. 1t was a
gay holiday affair. never associa-
ted real warfare with it. There
was a romantic, medieval tourna-
ment air in those reviews. Indeed,
every thing in Rome in those days
had that cinque cento picturesque
caehet There were always a num-
Der Of royal personages present.
The historical Queen Sofia, of Ma.
pies, her fine eyes, beautiful hair
and graceful form, always were ad-
mired, although she was troppa su.
perba to be popular, Then there
were any number of dispossessed
Italian princes and princesses
Grand Dukes and Grand Duchesses;
Vatican diplomats, and all the
rank and fashion Of the Vatican
court. Most prominent were the
Zouvaves, the preux chevaliers Of
the Palatine army; the fascinating
Charrette; the handsome st. Sau.
van poor st. Sauvan! he was
shot at Sedan-and a host more oi
those captivating French knights.
who were full Of petits soins fol
les bellies danes san merci. Alto.
gether, it was the prettiest display
imaginable on bright spring day
with the sky full of larks and the
air full of fragrance. Often, after
the review, we drove up to Mt
Mario per far merenda, and as we
picnicked on that famous hill We
grew silent and dreamy when we
looked over on that most enchant'
ing of all views with memories and
hearts too full for words. Rome
below, with its numberless and no.
BILE outlines; its marvellous ruins
and monuments; the ever lovely
campagna around, sad but grand
lose and poetic; the tawny Tibel
at our feet, leading off to 0Stia and
the sea, and such abortion ! Latium
and Socrate, the Sabines and Etru-
ria and the far-of Appenines.
Then when we drove back into
Rome near sunset, we would meet
on the via Angelica His Holiness
taking an airing, another pictur
esque sight. Two ballistrada Of
guards on horseback cleared tht
way in front. "Ecco il Papal" ant
the coachman would draw up OF
one side of the road. Then fol
lowed the handsome Palatin,
Guard and the court coaches. Th,
Holy Father would often be walk
ing; the venerable old gentleman
looked fresh and bright in his whit,
gown, red cape and cap, giving tn,
benediction as he stepped over tn,
ground with a firm elastic tread
Many a handsome Cardinal coacl
would pass us in the piazzas ant
streets of Rome, with powdered
footmen swinging on behind, will
hammer cloths and gay trappingG
Troops Of ecclesiastical students
in various costumes, could be seel
wheeling around corners or tramp
ing down the streets, to their col
lege homes-soldiers Of the Lord
Whsta sight it wasl So unique
so unlike anything in the othe
parts Of the world.
Maisi nous zayons change tou
celal Yes, indeed, with a fierc
vengeance. The loud cannons q
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