Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-01-31

out iond whatever they are thinking
about, eaaily pleased, easily vexed
lazy but active enough if it will gain
them money. On the Grand Cana
you hear them shouting all sorts Of
Odd stories to one another, and you
may hear your own affairs discussed.
A gondola must be pa ssed and the
cry is: s'To the lsft, to the left
Signora will visit the glass works
and she must see them before the
light fades. If | an quick, | shall
have two bottles of wine." This
means double pour poire and is a
delicate hint to me. and the answ er
comes clear and quick: So, so, you
are lucky fellow, go on, go on. u
But we had left cur gondoIa at the
Piazzetta.
II was gay on the pi.zz, shi. af.
ternoon, and we lunched well al a
cafe while undergoing The usual per.
secntions from beggars and f,we.
girls, and small army of boys with
newspapers, bonbons, she'll work
and pictures, and then We fed once
more the gay pigeons OF s.. Marc,
walking up and down the square
with the pretty train of feaLhered
attendants tripping after US. Music
followed, and it seemed more sweet
than usual, 10 the still air, beneath q
a cloudless sky; and as the last notes
died Gway-.hey never close such
music here with bang-we went
back through narrow alleys to The
hotel.
BOLOGNA
Yesterday we came on b 10 TO b J.
logna, and q dozen Others from cur
hotel in Venice did tho same, 1t is
a great surprise to US to find B)log-
"a such fine city and with SO much
TO interest. We went to the cathe-
dral this morhing-really a noble
building and TO the art Gallery,
where We found Guido's descent from
the Cross" and Raphael'e "St. Cecil
ia" besides very many other most
beautiful pictures. | was not pre-.
pared for this, nor for the substan-
tiaI and finished appearance of the
old city. L. seems to be renewing
its strength rather than dec lining, as
we have seen everything else thus
far in Italy. We have spent this af-
ternoon in drivipg-seeing tho city
first, and then going out through the
old wall at the Porta ST. IsAia to
THE CAMPO sANTo.
This was once monastery, and
is now the finest cemetery In Italy.
OF conrse, | had never seen any
thing like it-a house Of tombs COW
ering mile, l should think, and on
~ the quadrangIes adorned with
flowers and shrubbery. 1t was
strange to walk through the long
corridors with tombs at every step
beneath your feet, and on either
hand inscriptions and trescoes, bas
reliefs and groups Of statuary. all
telling of death, love and grief Some
of these figures were exquisite, more
beautiful than anythinIg | have seen
were so eloquent that they spoke to
the heart as well as eye, and filled
me with sympathy and pity for the
borrow they expressed. 1t was 8
sad anu solemn place, but our green
spots of earth, that We call sacred
ground at home, open to The air of
heaven, sheltered by waving boughs
and covered by caressing vines and
tender flowers. seem nearer heaven
and the light and joy of eternal SUM-
shine, than these cold aisles of state
ly beauty and grand pictures Of hu.
man grief.
There is one thing we notice 10
coming to Bologna from Venice
the noise 10 the streets, ard our
neighbors 10 the hotel are wild set
of Italians, who talk all together
and far into the night, while upon
the other side we have poor inva-
lid. who begins to cough before day
light. Another cause of disquiet
was at our table d. hote this evening,
which promised to give US little
more than the famous Bologna sau-
sage and rice birds better than we
feared.