Richland beacon., 1888-05-26
Especial Correspondence.1


city and an extinguisher of Mohammedanism,
is now known to the world only as the possess
sor of a handsome bell tower that leans tlir-
teen feet out of the perpendicular. 1t used 10
be one of those ation-clties, SO TO call them.
which could dominate over vast reaches OF
country, with weapons and brain. 1t drove
the Arabs out of sardinia, exterminated their
fleet in Sicily, and sent thousands Of brave and
vaguely enthusiastic warriors to the Crusades.
But now it is a snug little city of less than
10000 inhabitants, and good for about one day
TO the tourist because the foundations Of its
tower have settled up on one side. II the other
side should also settle, and straighten up the
structure 1t would be the ruin of the town.
But no one can deny that this tower is Q
beauty, and worth spending time on and
around. 1t is about hundred and eighty
feet high. and in eight different stories of
white marble. Around each story is a gallery
with fine columns and odd capitals. An easy
stairway within, Bunker Hill monument FASH
ion. leads to to the top. Here you have
splendid view: but what you principally look
at is the ground Immediately below-wonder-
ing, meanwhile. what particular portion of IL
YOU would accost if the thing went down with
you.
But for six centuries this handsome marble
eccentricity has stood here in this attitude,
and is perhaps good six more-barring the
earthquakes that are becoming SO fashionable.
And as stood there ''chime" of seven heavy
bells began bowling all together, and the vibra-
tious which they gave the structure were some
thing tremendous. making me feel that, if the
tower could withstand these inverted kettles,
racket day after day, it was good for the earth
quakes. But looking upward from the ground
and looking at the fearful angle at which 1t
leans, one slmost wonders that 1t does not fall
before his eyes, and can remember no
tree that ever struck such an attitude and
lived.
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commonplace as compared with what one sees
elsewhere in Italy, except the Baptistry, which
is very handsome building. Inside the ca
thedral is large bronze chandelier, the swing
ing of which, they say, suggested to Calico
his idea of pendulum; but it is more prob
able that the idea of the pendulum suggested
the story. have lad q great manv sweet hal
lucinations uncovered to the raw air Of truth
since entering Italy.
Much more tangible was the little room in
my hotel, where Garibaldi lay wounded three
months. The landlord has hung proudly in
i'll his hall picture of the disabled hero,
borne to his refuge in barge, with friends
ministering 10 him with tenderness and love,
as he glides YEARLY along. Garibaldi is tho
military saint OF Italy. II Victor Emanuel
is ranked az the father Of his country, Garibal-
iii must be called its brother-its lover. Few
cities of any size but have fine streets named
after him. All his haunts are pointed out and
uOteu upon, anu SupuUul Jus ubtuc - bOoN
for centuries.
The city Of Genoa. hundred miles north
and west Of Pisa. is bewildering mass OF
splendid churches and gorgeous palaces, inter-
woven with the noisy, vibrating strands OF COM
merce. II is clean and thrifty compared to
other italian towns, and beggars are SO rarely
met with as to seem almost q curiosity.
There is a sturdy independence among the
common people that has never infecte the
regions further south. One humble shop-girl
walked several blocks to find a certain street
for our party, and. with a smile and pleasant
bow, bade us adieu-absolutely refusing to &C
cept any remuneration for the service. For
awhile we stood perfectly aghast with aston
ishment: one lady nearly tainted. please
show me the m,p. she faltered at last. "Are
we still in Italy,
Wewere. and soon came to the grand marble
monument Of Mazzin. 1t stands in little
garden of its own, with beautiful trees and
foliage around it. This srass-strown and
fower-bedded hill is in bright, though sad con-
trast to the thorny valleys through which he
sought for Italy's freedom. His marble image
stands beautifully outlined against the blue
sky the noby shaped head poised in thought
fulness. At his feet crouch man and woman
of the common people for whom he toiled and
suffered. | asked several passers-by whose
monument it was in order to hear and see the
manner in which they would pronounce the
name (only his initials in large herbage-letters
upon the grass-plot tell whom the monument
is for). The loving, caressing way In which
the beloved name came from their lips was
very agreeable study.
We had seen his tomb in the Campo Santi,
Or Cemetery. earlier in the day. II is as simple
as that Of Washington at Mount Vernon, with
terraces beneath it and hillside for its back
wall. Doric columns support the small nut
massive granite structure; his mother grave
is just outside.
Near the station is the celebrated monument
of Columbus. 1t is more grand than logical;
for what right has Genoa to any OF Columbus
glory! He was born there. to be sure, but not
at the invitation of the city, which considered
him during his years OF struggle as visionary
fool. To be sure, the generation that built the
monument was not the generation that slight
cd him; but il there is any sense in Their
having built it at all, it is as an apology for
the stupidity of their forefathers. They have
also placed at his feet the figure OF America,
kneeling No American can gaze at her In
that posture without feeling that it is time for
her to rise to her feei having already thanked
him sufficiently for discovering her. The idea
Of Americas kneeling IN this decade 10 anyone
but God is absurd.
From Genoa to San Reno. where VIC write
this. San Reno is few miles east OF Nice.
II is q strip Of narrow Mediterranean coast,
backed by hotels. palm-felds, orange-groves,
villas, and quaint old town. 1t has the u,nal
CAV and leisurey air Of sea-shore resorts; music,
flowers. and all kinds Of fairy-like bric-a-brac
for sale. The large building in which the
German Crown Prince suffered for so many
weeks is now closed. 1t is in the midst OF
beautiful gardens in full view OF the sea.
happened to be in San Reno the morning when
he left here TO take his throne at Berlin. He
drove to the little station almost az simply az
q common citizen. He would not have his
special train halted opposite the villa IN which
ha b,d Gvad hecause he did not want to dis
| appoint the people who were assembled TO see
| him OF. He looked sad and very much ex-
| hausted as he alighted from the carriage; his
| face was deadly pale, but determination sat
enthroned upon il. He lifted his hat to the
assembled tourists and villagers, not one OF
whom but grieved to see him go, ana az -. the
| same time wished him God-speed, and they
| gave him a grand cheer az the train glided ont
| of the station. In spite of all his bravery and
resolve. he did not look as il he could 1--we
| manv months Poor "Cnser Fritz 1t seemed
as if he were carrying crown in one hand and
| shroud in the other.
When we see what lamb March becomes in
this paradise Of retreats it looks like pity
that anv sick man should be torn away from
| it. The blue Mediterranean smiles and sparkle.
| and beats with soft footsteps upon the pebblec
| shore Every attraction that nature can FUR
| nish has been sent by gracious Heaven to TIM
| lovely Riviera. But the king died, and tn
! king must go to take his place. Thus Is tn
old truth illustrated again: that one death al
| WAYS breeds others: for no one believes tina
! the excitement of court scenes and the heron
labors of his new position will allow the nev
Emperor very long in which to bless his loyini
subjects.
| WILL CARLETON.
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