The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1878-09-14
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NOTES OF FOREIGN TRAVEL.
TIE: RETURN HOME.

THE RETURN HOME.
Asa traveller, approaching his home after
having been absent for months will natu
rally look back and reflect upon the scenes
OF the past, do |. in like manner, as |
approach the completion of these letters.
look back and see how very imperfcctly
they have been written. and how dull and
undressing they appear; it awakeuS a
feeling Of discomfort, and wish that tt"y
had never been written. Nevertheless |
commence this, my last letter. with feel
Imss accompanied with riuge of sorrow
and regret, for | feel a. though | were
about 10 be separated from IN old aud stead
fast friend, or from something which was a
source of continual enjoyment. confess
that have always endeavorcd 10 write the
letters heretofore published in Tie Wig in
natural. straight forward manner.
may here add that | have received many
letters from friends, who did not furnish
their names, suggesting that should write
about places that have never seen: and one
letter in particular, remember, request
ing me to publish the letters had written
and had published in the year 1879. To one
and all of these writers. must say it would
bc impossible; that the letters were written
by me for my own paStimc and pleasure.
that ] endeavnrrd to please no one but my
self. | am well aware of their imperfec-
tion and perhaps, if had taken more care
and pains in their composition, they would
be more interesting and perhaps be of more
credit the writer. feel As though there
were many things
WOULD LIKE TO MENTION,
and perhaps ! may do so. As this letter is
t" he the final one | will he excused if
should rambe from one subject to another,
describing different points of interest in diff
ferent localities, and relating trivial things
which will arrest the travellers attention.
and describing them too, in no regular or
der, but Just rs they occur to my mind
While | was in Paris, out near the Bots
dc Boulogne. on a hill and through a small
valley, were planted thickly the lilies of
the field | saw at once what our Saviour
meant when he SAID: Consider the lilies
of the field how they grow; they toll not,
neither do they spin; and yet | say unto
you, that even solomon, in all his glory.
was not arraycd like one of these | was
always under the impression that the lily
of the field was perfectly white: but was
mistaken. The color Of the lily Of the
field. it grows on the hills and valleys Of
"'lrSiiuc, is of a rich crimson color, shaded
with purple, EaA when the wind sweeps
over the thick clusters, it has .he :.upear-
ance Of a rich piece OF crimson velvet, such
Is | presume solomon in his royal maguiti.
cencc was accustomed Ia wear They have
near Paris \ uiecc Of ground covered with
these lilies of the field. brought from Pales-
tine and transplanted. was not near
enough To notice If they emitted any per-
fume: but | imagine not. Nature is not so
lavish of her good gifts. She seldom. if
ever, gives great beauty with any other
quality. y peculiar fruit is found in the
southern part of Italy.
IT Is THE roMEGRANATE
This fruit is both meat and drink 10 the
hungry aud thirsty. In shape aud in size
it resembles a large sized onion. It's skin
is very tough and leathery. When cut. it
cxndcS purple sap, which makes excel
lent indelIblc lux OF marking liquid. When
opened, you see the red seeds of the fruit
slowed away carefully and compactly and
resembling cranberry sauce. The rind of
the pomecranate is very thin. but quite
tough. The fruit is very refreshing: and
III syria, when the patient is burning up
with the dreadful Syrian fever. the pome-
granate is delightful food to him. So great
was It held in esteem in Palestine, that
when King solomon erected the two pillars
near the porch Of the temple. he had among
I the cngravingS of stone thereon pome-
granates as well As the lily of the field
! Through Switzerland figs appear TO he
abundant; but where they grow, know
not. don't like fresh figs; they made me
deathly sick once. saw a dirty-faced boy
I have them for sale al Arth. IN Switzerland.
! | was curious 10 taste of them; | bought
six Of them; they were very fair to look
/ upon, something like a seckel pear. They
were soft and disag to the touch
can not describe the taste, except to say
that II was not very pleasant, very sweet,
and very unsatisfying. They are nothing
but seeds, very small round seeds. held
I together by sort of transparent glutin-
Gus paste. They made me very sick.
/ don't know what could induce me to eat
another raw liz; yet those people over there
take several figs, a piece of cheese, piece
of brown bread and glass Of wine, eat
them and are happy. | believe the Swiss
people the
/ HArrIEsT AND MOST COMMENTED PEOPLE
in the world. ! like the Swiss people.
/ Their houses are models of cleanliness.
ueatness and comfort, and do not think
they would turn any person away from
/ their door hungry. The language of these
/ Swiss people is mostly German; but they
/ speak also French and Italian. When
was ON my way home | stopped 1T the
/ Grand Hotel while in Paris They pu= me
away mp in the tiptop story, in mcder
ately sized room, and where the window
sash would not bulge, and for this accom-
mediation had the satisfaction of paying
at the rate of SIX dollars per day. | think
the name of the biggest hotel in Paris
should be changed. II should be called the
| Grand UuH.bUq Hotel. | do not remem-
Der now how many meals they had during
the day, nor the names OF them, except the
chief meal of the day, and this meal |
remember on account of its extreme length.
II is called the table d'hote: pronounced
"tawble dote." 1t commenced about 1
( o'clock in the afternoon and lasted until :
o clock i'll the evening. The servants brought
on the different dishes provokngly slow.
and only on" thing at a time. The only
I good thing | noticed throughout this long,
tiresome meal was the wine, which was
undoubtedly very excellent. When the
! time rolled around fur dessert thu wait