Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-12-21
car stove, Of which I viii never speak
disrespectfully again.

car stove, OF which ! viii never speak
unexpectedly again.
Brindisi is q good place to get out OF.
1t consists for the greater part OF novels,
and Is the dirtiest town / ever am
sure / should love the Italians more IL
they were cleaner. st. Paul, / am in
formed. landed at Brindisi after being
shipwrecked, which made the place
specially interesting to DR.. Talmage,
who spent some time making mental
photographs OF this ancient and inter
esting land dirty town. We were not
there long, leaving at | the next morn
ing after our arrival, but finding time
TO seek for the place which Is said to
have been the birthplace Of Virgil.
Doctors differ on this subject, as the
learned reader knows already, but the
Brooklyn preacher and / spent two
hours in the streets of Brindisi to find
where the Latin poet was born. Two
houses, about as widely sundered as
could be, were pointed out as Virgil's
birthplace. We paid a franc for each
one for the information. The hotel
keeper declined to commit himself to an
opinion for either house. He had
reached the safe conclusion that nobody
is able to say exactly where the Man.
tuan poet first saw the light OF this
world.
We were awfully tired and hungry
when we sat down To dine at the hos
pitable board Of the landlord who was
willing to be ignorant. even in his rela-
tions with tourists. After the meal DR..
Talmage expressed his happiness in the
seclusion which the plan worked so
perfectly at Naples, and followed in
Brindisi, had brought. lie had hardly
ceased speaking of 1t, when a priestly
looking gentleman. shaping him gently
on the shoulder, said: why, this is DIR.
Talmage." There was no denying the
charge, and Canon Wilberforce, OF phil
anthropic eminence and wearing ances-
trail honors, sat down to a good talk. He
was delighted to meet with an old friend,
but had sad news TO tell. Broken down
in health he was on his way to India,
| accompanied by his daughter, in the
hope that a period Of absolute rest from
duty and a total change Of scene would
bring about his recovery from a spinal
disease which threatened his life. His
! concern at the burning Of the Brooklyn
tabernacle was mixed with ~congratula-
tory anticipation relating to the new
ediiice.
mentioned before that / in the
morning was the hour of our embarka-
ton from Brindisi. The voyage to Pat
ras lasted twenty-eight hours. Our
long-legged divine didn't enjoy it, that
part of it. at least, which was spent in
bed. This is what he said TO me after
emerging from his nocturnal quarters:
II long for a bed that will give me
enough room to sling my legs round
about ten feet, and a blanket big enough
to wrap around a house. These collins"
continued he, (which they call berths,
afford me but little comfort" He had
recovered his cordial spirits by the time
we were bowling along on a Grecian
railroad, making our way from Patras
to Corinth. We travelled at the rate of
only fifteen miles an hour, it is true,
but one does not feel like wanting TO
hurry when in Greece. Inspired by the
prospect of delightful experiences in
the Attic city, DIR. Talmage's spirits
we're exuberant, and the author Of the
Life of Christ wanted TO jump off the
train and run alongside of 1t a mile or
two for exercise. Louis kLoPscH.