Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-24

A Combine on Worlds Fairs.
1t has been, as understand, suggested In
| Genoa that there is such a community be-
tween their city and our country-the
| youthful home of Columbus and the great
land beyond the sea that his hardy courage
and science revealed-that we ought to work
the two Columbian Fairs together. Chicago
should give this matter strict and careful
consideration. 1t is the idea that if Con-
gress or Chicago shall make reasonable ap-
/ preparation for the Genoese fair, they will
| allow their curiosities to go to the World 8
Fair at Chicago. Could any other invest
ment be made for the Fair likely to be more
remuneratiye than this exchange with
! Genoa? l commend this to Congress and to
| Chicago. have spoken of the house as the
one authentic Columbus relic. There are,
however, several of his letters here. The
| originals are no longer shown, but they have
! been photographed, and the Photographic
copies are better than the originals. The
Genoese have already procured from San
Domingo some of the dust or ashes of Col
umbus, and have them sealed in a green
vase. 1t does not seem to be known exactly
where Columbus was born or died, or was
buried. Recently it has been claimed, with
show of probability, that he was Cor
sican. The Island of Corsica belonged to
the Genoese for 200 years before Columbus,
and as long time after his death In very
clear weather the island may be seen from
the Italian coast
A Busy American Consul.
Mr. Fletcher, the American Consul at
Genoa, finds himself, between the rush of
|. passengers by the North German LLOYD line
and the Columbian festivals, with greatly
increased occupation, and, 1 fear, without
augmented compensation. had surprise,
looking upon a lower house in the lower
part of the town, to find that Daniel O'Con-
nell's death occurred there. There is mar
BILE tablet in the dark wall that tells the
story. Mazzini's birthplace is decorated
with flagstaff, tablet and sundry wreaths
Smithson, founder of our Smithsonian In
stitute, died and was buried here. Lord
more than so years old. knows all about
him. Charles Dickens lived here, and wrote
up Italy.
The town is almost as full Of art as of his
tory, and the people have the modern ways
and means The gentlemen wear clothes of
the London styles, and the ladies are Par
isians in dress 1t is among the poor that
one finds the picturesque. The telephone is
in constant use, and they check your bag
gage at the hotels-something they did not do
in Chicago the last time was there There
are electric bell-buttons, if not lights, in the
bedrooms. You hear the cry of the news
Toys in the streets. The shop windows are
very beautiful, and it is remembered in the
shops that an amiable and beautiful young
American lady, who purchased Genoese-
made silver ornaments-a specialty-be-
came soon after her return home Mrs.
Grover Cleveland and the lady of the White
House.
A Good Opinion of Italians.
An American traveller in Italy does not
need to so far or see much to be convinced
that there are Italians and Italians, and
that the vulgar notion of looking upon this
people as organ grinders and chestnut roast
ers and frGit-s:and venders and congrega-
tions of ill-clad laborers exclusively. is
even greater error than q fault The
streets Of Genoa show ladies as well dressed
as Fifth avenue, New York, on pleasant
Sunday afternoons, and gentlemen whose
appearance would warrant them for intelli-
gence and prosperity in any country.
Many of the women are of superb figures
and admirable in grace of movement, and
their common speech is music. The gentle
men are as polite as the German officers,
and salute the ladies with flourish of hats
that would be regarded as rather sweeping
in America, and yet which, when done as
the Italians do it, strikes one as agreeable
In saluting each other the gentlemen are
less vigorous and pronounced, but still it is
rather more gracious and civilized than to
stop short, say something EXPLANATORY, and
go on, with hats on and hands in pockets
though it is better, 1 think, to keep your
hands in your pockets than to shake hands
with profusion.
One must go to Rome. All the roads
lead there; and the most direct way from
ic noh aold oiT ~
is but six miles from the Mediterranean on
the Arno. The railroad that runs to it is
remarkable structure. 1 thought the Balti
more and Ohio road. from Grafton to Park
ersburg, the champion for the number of
tunnels
Almost Pneumatic Tube.
NY recollection is there are 27 of them
certainly a liberal supply. From Genoa to
Pisa is about the same distance, and lady
who counted them carefully is authority for
the statement that the number of tunnels is
81. The mountains are close to the sea, and
all their toes in the water have to be tun-
neled. It occurs to me that it might be
well to wall up and arch over the road that
is not in the tunnels, and convert it into
huge pneumatic tube. Seeing scenery on
this line is difficult in broad daylight The
attempt to see it by moonlight, 1 have to re-
mark, is a failure. Just as one gets
glimpse of the silvered sides of mountain,
of the flashing surf of the Mediterranean,
which roars along this rocky coast in the
true oceanic style, and is beautifully ex-
presSive of bafied rage, there is a harsh rat
tie Of the cars and the only light is in the
lamp overhead. This happens with such
exasperating frequency that it becomes tire
some, and the study of the picturesque,
whether by night or day, is disturbed.
II ha1
of the journey to Pisa A tall, slim man
in gray got into compartment where I was
alone, and, finging his belongings on to the |
rack, tried to find comfortable position for |
reclining. His hat seemed to hot for him, |
and he discarded that, also his overcoat He |
was silent as a cat, and turned about in |
feline way, as a eat sometimes chases her tail |
In ten minutes he tried all possible postures,
and then tried them over again. His head, |
with the exception of scanty bang and |
fringe around the ears and back, was bald, |
his head, making his red skull look like |
watermelon that had been awkwardly plug
ged. Three veins started between his |
brows; one assembled his forehead perpen-
dicularly into the small bang, the others ran |
to the temples, and the three stood out like |
cords.
The Security in IN Umbrella.
For more than an hour he did not open
his eyes or mouth, and all the while he was
in motion. As nearly as he came to quiet,
was in lying on bis back and kicking with
his leg, and rubbing his foot on the tidy
that hung over the cushions. Whether his
mind had been disordered when his head
had been plugged. do not know, but I
should not have been astonished if he had |
assailed me or had opened the door and
launched himself into one of the tunnels