San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-08-05
FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE
A San Antonian Among the RUNS Of
Rome-The Canals of Venice
Happy Hungary.

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ruins attract the students of past his
tory; the palaces, those who deligh
in living in great luxury yet sur
rounded on all sides by greater pow
erty; the churches are the depOsito
ries of the wealth of the wOrld-jew'
els, precious stones and master pieces
of all the fine arts, find here an asy.
lum, to which the world, the movin g
world, can come, see, behold and
admire, and amidst wealth, estimated
by billions, offer his genuine or
worldly prayers. One thing won my
admiration from religious stand
point, and that was the external SIM
plicity of all the churches of Rome.
| They are all, without exception, good
! plain, common sense and at the same
! time massive and respectful struct-
ures. The very ideal of true Chris
tian modesty externally, but inside
| just the reverse; perfect treasury,
a museum of wealth of all kinds.
The vaults of the United States treas
ury may have its millions, but the
interior OF any one of the many prom
! inent churches of Rome could pur-
chase the boasted surplus of the
United States, lock, stock and barrel
and have a big surplus left.
| managed to get the best
of all the cities that / WIS.,
tied, except Rome, that got the
best of me, that is, worked harder,
did more thinking, got about more,
and went over more territory, than at
any other place. Yet, at every step,
| felt that | was Just getting started,
and when | left | was perfectly salts
fed that l did not get through the
preface, much less the first chapter.
The more YOU see, the more you re-
aliZe how little you have seen.
Nenice-sorry | ever went there
why the whole city, houses, streets,
canals, people and methods of trans
pOrtatiOn, are great mass of mourn
ing. From history, poetry and prose,
my imagination had clustered around
the name of Venice, all that was
grand, beautiful, graceful and elegant,
place where joy, happiness and con-
tentment reigned supreme. 1t was
but dream. Like the rest, | walked
about the narrow, neglected streets,
or glided silently over the smooth sur
face of the canals. inhaling at every
breath the bad and unwholesome
odOrs of decaying matter. No animals
or wheels of any kind to disturb the
mOurnful sadness. All speak in
whispers, so as not to disturb the
sleeping spirit Of N9nice's departed
greatness.
Crossed over the bay to Trieste and
drove out to "Miramer," the old home
Of the adventurous and unfortunate
MaXimilian. 1t is now the private
property of the Empress of Aus
tria. The paintings, which are
quite numerous, are ali gems
of beauty. The portraits of sew
eral generations appear to be per-
feet reflections transferred upon cam
vas. Furniture, simple and plain,
but of the very finest material and
workmanship. The bedroom and
study Of Macmillan remains to this
day Just as he left it when he left on
his fOol-hardy voyage to install
royalty upon the North American
continent. a fine garden and park
adjOins the castle; it is kept in splen-
did trim. The castle and grounds,
are just such place as one would in
tanCitul Imagination picture as a pal
ace of the lovely Mermalds, that
dwell but in the minds of poets and
painters.
After long hot ride, in hotter cars,
we reached Vienna, and here for the
first time we realized that we were
out of the great current Of the travel
ing world. Food good everything
cheap, people modest and respectful
and no assessments at every turn.
Expecting to stop here on our return
| we remained but short time. Rail-
way from Vienna TO Buddhist ira
verses very fine grain section, which
was Just being harvested. All have
to say about Pest is, that if any one
delights in wide and splendid streets,
! lined on either side with fine build
ings, private ana commercial. enjoys
the tleeting by of magnificent turn
| outs, filled with loneliness and gay
Magyars. loves to eat good dinners, sip
coffee or drink good wine. all in
the open air, accompanied with live
ly and spirited music such as that
furnished by the Hungarian Gypsie
band, let him come to Pest. \ stran
ger walking through the streets in
the afternoon and evening will be
thoroughly convinced that he has
found a country inhabited by peo-
| pie who are all cranks on the subject
of enjoyment, eating, drinking and
! music. For my part, crank or no
crank, it is, as our Boston girls would
say, 'tOO utterly Splendid Here's
how! bye bye. NJ.
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