The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-11-29

the castle wherein she was born, and finally
the suicide Of the Grown Prince Rudolph at
Meyerling.
Perhaps Corfu is a fitting place of resi-
dence for a grieving empress. a German
writer has thus written of &c:
Scattered here and there, far from the
continent oppressed by war, in the middle
of the calm blue sea, are sunny isles where
the gods Of antiquity once made their ia
vorite dwelling place. 1t is there that the
demi-gods of our more modern days, the
pleasure-sated princes and princesses, have
built for themselves on solitary nights, in
peaceful valleys, on lofty promontories and
the shores of the sea their nests of stone
villas, castles, palaces and casinos, some
@ assic, some gothic, others Eren aissance,
rococo or, lastly, of fantastic style and of
no particular school. The favorite haunts
of the gods of ancient Greece was the
island of Corfu or Corcyria, rich in myths
of hygone times. land loved by the gods,
aud It's inhabitants blessed with all the
riches of the earth.
1T was here that in the year 20 A. D.,
Agrippina, the widow of Germanicus, one
of Rome's latter-day heroes landed, worn
by the loss she had sustained. wild In her
grief and yet unable to grieve,' as Taolitus
writes. Her suite were also weary with sor-
row, and 10 was here that rest was found for
the mourners. To-day a woman, herself
overcome by sorrow, the Empress of Aus
tria, has built resting place for her last
days 1t Is no strong fortress capable Of
defylng an army, nor 1t is gaudy palace, a
garden of rest. It is quiet, noble couu-
Try house In which the high-born lady, not
at war with the world but yet leaving it,
not accustomed to flee from it, desires to be
quiet and at home for few months, like
Agrlppina, in order to recruit herself.
In her former visits to the leland the em-
press lived at the Villa Braila-the last
time in 1SS9--and the Baron Won Warsberg
has written of its delightful situation:
"What man has left undone heaven has
achieved, and as the house and garden as
sumo the wild beauty Of nature | would far
prefer to spend my life there than Ia any of
the palaces of Vienna or Paris. wonld
desire never to leave, only to look upon and
enjoy, to breathe the balmy air and feast
the eye. tree stands there, with a bench
round its trunk, as on a balcony above the
declivity descending to the sea, which,
through its convenient situation for view
ing the surrounding scenery, became my
favorite haunt. From almost every place.
or from merely two or three PAGES to the
right or left, one can see at glance all
there is to be seen; the olive-covered hill
and the lake of Kalichiopulo, the hill of
Casbrauebi bne KING Fluai VIC oiuS VI nc
censlon, the foreland OF St. Ella, the Bay Of
Castrades, the town, the surrounding fields,
the harbor on the north, behind all these
the perpendicular walls of st. Salvador, the
noruheasterly cape of the island. and the
opening of the strait into the Adriatic.
Toward the east the most beautiful part
of the view Is unfolded. Directly under
meath beat the waves OF the sea. Softly,
and scarcely oudible, the waves break
against the strand grove of olives and
vineyard lead down to the shore Broad,
and stretching out into the far expanse. lies
before che the Strait Of Corfu. A sheen as
of satin smoothes it. the sky is mirrored 10
its waters, and receives from them in Its
turn a reflection of TRANSFERRING light.
Through its surroundings it becomes an IN
land lake. with all its milduess. its peace,
its security, though it has all the glorious