Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-03-09

tNo, - said Jenny. ~ never saw q
picture half so beautiful anywhere. -
n the present chroniUler is almost iu-
clined to agree with this admiring excla-
nation.
Imagine the market-plaee at Noting
ham or Yarmouth, the houses tall, some
frescoed, one a palace, all with balro-
MES; at the north end a pillar bearing
aioft the marble efigy OF the lion
of st. Mark; on the south a temple; IN the
centre an ancient fountain with q
statute of the Virgin. Above this i'm
age a blue, far-away sky; and on the
floor of the market numberless stalls,
protected by great white umbrellas; at
the base of st. Marks pillar a group Of
Italian men and women from the Voun-
try, looking exactly like a pleasant
chorus out of a grand opera, so much so
that you expect them every nov ana
then to burst into song. Then imagine
the market itself full of vegetables and
flowers, and cattle and poultry, mostly
presided over by Italian women, with
handkerchiefs about their heads (and oc-
c~asionally q mantllla) not unlike the
head-dress OF Manchester factory girls;
ana all around the market busy shops;
whe never you get a peep out OF the
square down some side street you catch
gllmpses Ct the facades, ancient palaces
or narrow-gbbled thoroughfares. Add
to all this Italian soldiers, policemen lin
tall hats, with silver-tipped walking
sticks), priests in solemn costume,
wrinkled old men,, with equally
wrinkled umbrellas, blue-eyed ltaI-
ian girls, and stately housewives
marketing. If you can put all this to-
gether in any kind of shape you may
S,,- .z-- - 60 tha Uarnno p1orlof
Among the cries of the miscellaneous
vendors of goods and hawkers of minor
articles of trade, ''quarto chinka,
| chinka, chinka," 'tstivola, - ''pol-
lastro, seemed continually in oral evil
dence, the "chinka, chinka, - of an old
lady Oike the grandmother of one OF
Ouida's peasant heroines, of a strange
aud antique mould) rising calmly above
/ the rest. She sold four or FIVE pieces OF
fish for a penny. Her competitors dealt
in boots aud shoes, chickens, cheese,
crockery, fowers-what, indeed, did
they not sell?
And this fine old market of white UNI
brellas, with the sun playing all kinds OF
tricks with its various wares, was the
forum in olden days. The building we
spoke of as a temple was the tribune,
''to which the newly elected capltano
del popolo of the Free City, after having
heard mass at the cathedral, was con-
Quoted. and in which. after he bad adj
dressed the people, he was invested with
the insignia of office.' In after times
the sentences of condemned criminals
were pronounced from this tribune.
Proclamatlons were made from it, and
debtors were here compelled 10 submit to
a humiIiating punishment. In all bright
,.anoa horuauor sytnnu fha shadow AL
WAYS comes.
AS they left the market they met the
prison van on its way to the local New
gate, but even this conveyance had a gay
appearance. The officers in charge, in
new cooked hats and bright swords,
were chatting with the driver, a peasant
who was calmly smoking a cigarette
Beggary does not excite your sym9athy
as il does in London. The Italian medi-
rant is dirty perhaps: uuafectedly lazy,
but he looks warm in his rags. There Is
a terrible reality about most Of the Lon
don beggars, and the professionals whom
MIR. Ribton-Turner, in his book on va
grancy has immortaliZed, "can assume
wretchedness' SO keenly that they COM
pei your pity. Nevertheless, no Verona
beggar made an unavailing appeal to
Sam ~SwYnford during this happy time at
Verona; and full Of his romantic sue
cess with Dolly and the realization of his
dearest hopes. the poetic city now and
then seemed to stimulate Sam into un-
expected flashes of intellectually.
On the last mig hit of their visit to Verona,
the Mllbanke party were favored with
special permission to visit by moonlight,
the arena where the Christian martyrs
were driven from their prisons out among
the wild beasts, to audiences of captains,
senators, ladies, priests and the popu-
lace. He would have been indeed IN
sensible to poetry or human sympathy
who could have seen the moonbeams
falling upon the marble seats and the
broken arches without a plying sigh tor
the past, and a grateful reflection upon
the privileges of liberty and federation in
the present. Sam Swynford felt, as they
wandered through the great solemn
place, a strong inspiration of protection
towards Dolly, which she reciprocated in
q more or less comfortable nestle under
the wing, or to put It without metaphor,
under the strong arm Of her prosperous
young London lover.
When they were most inclined to linger
over sentimental reflections about the
scenes IN the arena, Walter Milbanke
was busy with thoughts of his fnal show,
which was the Tomb of Juliet in the
moonlight. "Not,' he said as he LED
the way with the guide to the CARR iage
which awaited them at the entrance of
the Colosseum "Juliet's Tomb, as ordi-
nary visitors see it, but all to ourselves
with this glorious C1oon.'
Driving through the pleasant streets,
and saluted here and there by the music
of evidently social evenings which gave
occasional light and merriment to sundry
houses EN- route they presently came to
a quIeter part of Verona, lighted only by
the great white moon. They approached
the pleasant corner select sd for Juliet's
anScryphal tor through an old-fash-
Toned S~-@e0, with patches of green
trre aud blooming gilliflowers, rows OF
peas in blossom that rivalled
the white Marguerite daisies in the noon
light, and q rich perfume from beans in
flower and the scent of many herbs. 1t
was a mixed garden of the English kind,
that seemed unconsriously 10 lend itself
to the Juliet illusion of the English poet.
Even Walter was subdued by its unos-
tentatious beauty and the little party
followed the old lady who opened the
garden gate upon the narrow way that