The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-07-12
sarla! corrlgponlenee d the laleI!Lglnee.:

correspondence A'stHteSs'-N''
BADES-BADEN, GERMANY, June 25.-
My last letter was dated at Venice, in
Italy, many. weeks ago, aud lest you
should now be wondering whether or
no some untoward fate has since be-
fallen me, l will make sign Of life once
moro by resuming'business, not at the
old stand in Italy, but at a new stand in
Germany. You will remember that !
remarked in tho closing paragraph OF
that last letter that, in the language Of
Congress, the COMM ttee that had been
so long in session in Italy would at last
rise and endits sittings in that country
by adjourning to sit again somewhere In
Germany. Well, that programme has
been followed and now, therefore, the
committee bcgs leave once moreto report
progress. should, however, remark, at
the outset OF my report, that the com.
mittee Of one ut Venice upon whose mo-
ton the adjournment took place was
subsequently enlarged at Verona to q
membership OF three, in consequence OF
the arrival at that point Of Mr.. and Mrs.
Nave, OF Bethany, W. Va, who had
been southwark at Rome while the or
iginal solitary committeeman had been
eastward at Venice.
At Verona, the. committee was re-
formed and the "tripartite alliance" ex.
listing at Genoa, Pisa and Florence, re-
newed, and, as thus reconstructed, the
committee proceeded to "do" tho an:
Gent and interesting city Of Romeo and
Juliet in the wake OF some hundreds OF
thousands OF people who as an endless
procession OF pilgrims in the last five
hundred years, had done the same
thing. Just howmuch the great Shakes.
peare did for Verona in writing that
immortal drama (which, by tho way,
we were told he cabbaged and almost
plagiarized from Boccacio) not even the
indebted Veronese themselves could es.
innate; but judging from the number OF
names written in the Visitors book in
the old Franciscan monastery where
Juliet is, or was originally entombed,
the weight OF obligation must be some
thing immense. The empty stone sar-
cophngus wherein she was originally
laid to rest, was, we found, half filed
with cards, principally OF English and
American visitors, and in addition to
this multitude OF depositors there must
have been many, who, like ourselves,
had left their card cases behind them,
and who had consequently naught to
contribute to the memory OF poor Juli-
ct save gentle tear and the modest tip
OF the old sacristan.
JULIEr's HOME.
Having thus paid our pious tribute at
the "ton6c di Giulietta," we naturally
proceeded, as the next proper act Of
devotion to her tragic and pathetic
memory, to her ancient home at No. %
"Efa Cdpell0," where We found an old
time residence oil some considerable
architectural pretensions in still toll
cradle state OF preservation, and bear
ing on its front an inscription to the
effect that here once lived the lovely
and historic daughter Of the Capulets,
after the reading OF which we passed
through tho ancient gateway into the
old medieval courtyard of the man.
sion, and there. taking our stand in the
open area, we looked up and scanned
the walls and the windows, and es'
pecially window with q balcony,
which, as We imagined, might we'll have
been the identical window and balcony
from which the fair Juliet leaned over
the railing in the moonlight Of that
historic midnight in which she threw
down to Romeo, those burning words
which have been "mouthed on the
mimic stage in every language, and
which he returned with such passion
ute "measure for measure" Looking
thus upon this realistic theatre Of long
gone days, we almost expected to see
the balcony scene re-enacted by the
original dramatis persona. But, alas,
poor Juliet! and, Alas, poor Romeo
They coma no more.
"Thelr bones arc dust
Their souls are with tho Saints. We trust"
Types OF tho human race in the hey.
day OF youth in every age. They have
been dead for more than tivc hundred
years. But their story lives on and
willlive on and DO re-enacted forever,
rs long as youth and beauty and moon.
light and the universal passion" exist
on earth.
After our round Of Sightseeing at
Verona had been completed. which in
cluded Gre it ended look at the his
toric Colosseum that ia second only in
size and age to tho great ruins ut Rome,
and after a glance also at that monster
fertilization, by which Austria over
awed Italy for so many years, and after
n dinner at tho hotel Saint Lorenzo, We
concluded that our mission In the fair
italian land was at last properly onded,
and so We took passage for Munich, In
Bavaria, via the Brouner Pass OF the
Alps that leads through the Austrian
Tyrol into South Germany. Tho guide
books had told US beforehand that this
was not tho most attractive route
through the.mountain barriers that d.
vide Italy from Austria, but 1otwith.
standing the guido books, We found no
lack OF historic or scenic attractions as
We steamed on our way north, through
deop deliles and around ragged edges
OF rugged rocks" through tunnels and
over streams, and past such cities and
towns as Trent and Bottom aud Inns
bruck, and other loser localities OF the
Tyrol, at two OF which We halted for a
day orso.
1 need not tell you OF tho history that
attaches to como OF thoso places, espe.
cially to the littlO city OF Trent, whore
one 81 thegreates! and longest Councils
in tho whole history OF the Catholic
Church was hcld-that memorable
Council which mot in 1915 and that
lasted for eighteen long years, and that
sat sometimes in Trent and sometimes
in Bologna, and numbered among It's
participants some OF tho most re-
nowned prelates oil tho church IN
the various nations therein repre-
sonted, all Of whom came together
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