Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-03-16
a palace lifting DO eternal summer

down the lake, which goes near to be
worthy of the well-knOwn lines
palace lifting to eternal summer
Its marble walls from out glossy bower
OF coolest foliage, musical with birds.
The lake is a sheet of water thirty five
miles in length, and every yard of it a
picture of romantic beauty high .sloping
hills that hem you in now and then,
making not one lake, but many; hills
that are clothed with foliage and backed
at many points by distant Alps that
are clothed in everlasting snow
AS the steamer skirts the shore
you see that the gardens of the
innumerable villas are filled with flowers,
that the houses are of all descriptions,
palaces cottages, chalets, lodges, hotels;
as they go high up into the mountains
they dwindle off into the cots of vineyard
tenders or herdsmen. It is wonderful
now and then to see up in the
mountains villages which look
like flights of buildings that
have settled down in clusters as pigeons
might, all in a heap, with few trees
about them, and always the sheltering
elbows of convenient Alps. The season
Is late they tell me on the boats and at
the hotel, yet the air is soft and balmy,
great punches of westeria decorate
garden walls, lilac, rhododendron,
Guelder roses, chestnuts are in full
bloom, and at every village where the
steamer touches, men and women are
sitting out of doors, the men swinging
their legs over quay walls, the women
sewing or tending children, all in ''sum-
merry dresses, and We have long since
discarded wraps and overooats, and find
the weather hot enough despite the
breeze of a steamer in rapid motion.
BellaggIu is probably the most delightful
point of the lake. 1t is fifteen miles
from its northern extremity, and divides
the lake into two branches.
Here the travellers commenced their
delightful experience of Bellaggio. The
weather was like July in England,
though the time was early May. The
sky was characLeristically Italian. The
windows OF the hotel were open. From
the great drawing room came the voice
of prima donna of the lyric stage,
whom some travelling companions had
persuaded to sing a few snatohes from
'Otello' and "Lohengrin - The ter
races of the hotel were reflected in the
lake IN deep colors of green and pink and
red and yellow, repetitions of grass and
flowers. On the opposite shore the lake
was bordered by q sweep of architecture
that melted away into hill and dale, and
far off on the right the snow mountains
pretended they were white clouds Gaping
the rich blue Of the sky. In the little
town there was q piazza out of which
every now and then ran narrow street
ways up to the hills; little streets liter
ally of climbing steps. When you
Ooked up these narrow ways and saw
women coming down with children in |
heir arms, or men lolnng against Gu
'ious doorWays, you could only wish you |
we're an artist with nothing else in the |
yorld to do but to put these pictures into |
lack and white for magazines, or better |
till, into all their glory of color for |
popular picture galleries. When the |
of full summer comes to |
lake Como, and rests upon the cluster
ng hills of Bellaggio, and dreams in a
unny glow down in the valleys, it is
10 stretch of fancy to imagine the per-
umed light of some marble palace steal
ng through the mist of alabaster
amps, and every air.
Heavy with the signs
II orange groves and music from sweet luteg,
md murmurs OF low fountsins that gush forth
, the midst of roses,
"Of course like the picture,'' said
DOLLY, "but not for always, SAM
resslng her arm as they lounged upon
he terrace watching the light and shade
pom the distant hills.
Beautiful for visit, - said Dolly;
perfectly lovely, but too good for the
be likes Of 1, as Walters gardener says
own in the Midlands -
"You really feel like that?'' said
am. 81 m so awfully glad, because 1
as thinking somewhat in the same
ERECTION. -
"Really?" she asked.
''Indeed, most truly, he ssid. "I
nee knew an odd, simple kind of rich
ian who owned a palace at Worcester
lire, but lived in the lodge which stood
= the road at his gates. OF course,
oily, could live with you, my dear,
nywhere, palace or cottage, garnet in
bloomsbury or buou villa standing in
8 own grounds at Kensington. -
asSam, you re SO oddi''