St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-03-11

the hills. Up in the workrooms
OF the beautiful Pompeiian villa
of Mr.. Hastings Young, the young ar
shrewdness is turning the dreams in
herited from his Persian mother into
definite shapes of utility, hang plans
and stand designs for an elevated rail-
road that is to span these historic roads
and streets. The idea is taken from our
own l. roads in New York, but the min
gled grace and solidity of the design
which | was so fortunate as to see
shows that the beauty of Italian en-
gineering is not to be discredited by TINS
adopted son Of Naples, even though he
exercise his genius on the most modern
and prOSaic of modes of locOmOtion. Mr..
Young adds to the peculiar endowment
OF his ancestry the fortune OF Neap0l-
itan birth, and, with SignOr Caprani, one
of the most philosophical of Neapol-
itan citizens, though himself Of North
Italy, has designed the plan for new
resort Just without Naples, city OF
pleasure so wonderful and amazing in
its scope that | could make of it re-
port as amazing as q fairy tale and as
technical as the multiplication table if L
had the time.
One of the chief points of interest in
Naples is the Convento Frati of San
MARITIME. situated on the hill from which
the fortress of ST. Elmo frOWnS. 1t is
one of the sixty mOnaSteries which once
existed in Naples, and is the only one
which still supports a small band OF
monks. These brothers of the order OF
st. Francis are permitted to occupy
part of the building, for the utilitarlan
reason that they are in the secret OF the
manufacture of chartreuse. These few
remaining CarthusianS still ply their
fragrant trade, and those of you who
only know the bland and fervent cor
dial through your purveyorS at home
have slight idea of the bliss of tasting
its nectar drawn directly from the
glass barrel that is always kept filled
for strangers who pass that way. The
monastery is one of the richest in Eu-
rope. The wood carvings of the sacrlsty
alone would make it famous. The paint
ings are almost all excellent, the treasure
in the museum indubitable, and the
chapel with its Oriental alabaster, rare
marbles, marvellous inlayings and pre-
cious stones, seems to blossom out from
the fretted altar, with its great ruby set
into the marbles as if the gem were to
fasten all that lace work of wrought
stone, like petrified flower. He
builded better than he knew, the old
monk who laid the mosaic of that mar
velouS floor, though in the two-and-forty
years that he spent on this labor of love
some sense of the imperishable excel
lence of his work must have delighted
his patient soul. The busy hands that
wrought SO well were folded in we'll
earned rest centuries ago, and have
long since dropped to dust. The
feet of many new generations
have passed across the unworn
marbles. We tread softly as
we go, we are of an alien faith, an alien
land, wherein, amid all the strife and
clamor of mad success, there is so little
time to love and pray. Perhaps we
pause little in sad reverence, thinking
this. 1t may be that one Of us breathes
the thought softly to the Italian friend
who guides us through the dim rich
cloister. May" is the gentle answer.
$40 labor is to pray. If we have built
monuments to the past, you III the New
World are opening roads to the future"
''Ah, but you Of Italy have put your
hand to that plow, also," says one, and
the profound melancholy that can al
ways shadow the soft brightness of
Italian eyes is banished by the dazzling
smile as the Italian gentleman answers
the American citizen with the watch
word of young Italy to-day, "Avanti,
SaVOia -