Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-02-13

names Of several monks of his order;
and his own is nearly obliterated by the
kisses of woTshippers.
Let us now drive to another historic
mile stone Of Florence-the church of ST.
as Fieeole is north. Here are the re-
Michel Angelo constructed in 1929, and
with which the city was held
for eleven months against the enemy.
The grim old artist was naturally as
much warrior as painter, and enjoyed 8
fight as well rs the figure of a blessed
angel. His grand brow and broken nose
were symbols of his mingled ideslity and
aggressiveness.
From this hill can be seen one Of the
most beautiful pictures that God and
msn have painted in partnership. A city
of 10000 population surrenders to a
single glance OF the eye. The red-tiIed
roofs Of hundreds of houses blush still
more brightly in the rays of an afternoon
sun. Scores of churches lift their tspered
fingers toward the blue sky. Santa Croce,
the Westminster Abbey Of Florence,
stands in full view, plain and unpretend-
ing; il contains q score Of dead princes
Of the brain.
Tbs "duomo," or cathedral, lifts the
largs St come in the world above ell sur
rounding buildings. The river Arno comes
flashing down from the Apennines, gray
sword of steel, and cuts the city in two.
Straight across river and valley and city,
five miles away, is the little Gbove-men-
toned father city of Fiesole, perched
upon round hiltops; and behind those
the eternal Apennines, dressed from the
white wsrdrobes of winter storms.
We have one more place to visit before
closing our first days work in Florence
we must see the sun set from the famous
Protestant cemetery. It Is near the
eastern part Of the city pretty island
of green amid the restless sea of traffic
around it. 1t contains the precious dust
of many English speaking people, who
have literally seen Florence and died
within its gates. These homssick graves
sll hsVe a pathetic look: and yet, il one
must De buried in foreign land, there is
no city more beautiful in when to t1rry
aud rest. Here is Theodore Parker, the
great American divine, who was loved by
all denominations, in spite Of the fact
that he could not understand the Trinity;
from the turmoil of an unhappy life. One
grave brings back a quiet summer Sun
day thst have had at Grasmere, in Eng
land, nesr Wordsworth's grave. Not far
from Wordsworth was the esrthlY tomb
of the mother Of Arthur Hugh Clough,
with an inscription on the maidstone
stating that her gifted son WAS buried ct
Florence In his prime. He died here at
he age Of forty-tWo.
But the Queen Of this cemetery is the
rich-souled Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Her modest monument looks small and
insufficient in G country go full Of elo-
quent marble. 1t consists simply of q
ssrcogbsgus, supported by six miniature
Ionic columns, with carved lilies ct their
tops. Upon the former Is q f-proflle
OF her pain-Worn, eloquent face. A tiny
evergreen hedge separates the grave
from q well-worn foot path. There is
no mound, ss over Alice Cary at Green
wood; aud she has no sisters to keep her
company, se has our own sweet woman
singer. She lies alone-far from friends
and kindred-but blessed by hundreds Of
pilgrims who have felt the thrill of her
mighty pen, and count 1t privilege TO
throw flower upon her couch of rest.
WILL CARLETON,