Morning journal and courier., 1893-06-28
No. 1853

the "Gentilhssims SignorinA." Itisnuaus-
Ing to End that "hrown bread" means
pone ssura," and II you have Q pain 20
hear that 'ft will gon In the resssur4pe
"oolore psrteuEA" There are some slip-
perry words. You learn only too soon
that the elastic "sub!to" means not
directly, but In an hour and q half.
GuisspPs, who takes q fafherly interest
In these linguistic struggles, tells rs that
every unmarried lady In the honse-Rnd
there are q plenty-is q "rhgsEzIns," yes
IL she lives 20 be ninety.
This word In Its hint Of rsceedness "a
somewhat typical Of certain specimens of
the English nation, who some tlmet, In
painfully obsolete garments, haunt thete
foreign pensions, ladies ancient alike in
lineage and rsiment
across the river one perhaps aces more
OF the humble life and resources of the
people: One day, for example, the whole
STOCK IN trade of a cake render. was &C.
essentially swept into the street To us
tnls meant a pathetic and absolute ruin,
ont nothing Of the sort. A synpatbetJc
populacs helped to gather up the cakes:
the owner wiping of the mud and dust
upon his tronsers, and s1garing them
over plenufully, drove q thriving trade
with his next unsuspicious customers.
or course the Poiiteness, the suAyity
and considersteness of the Italian Ia
charming. You meet with 1t constantly.
There are times, however, when the con
siderateness slides into an interest in your
affairs, bordering on the inpertipent.
Witness, for instance, the tender solIcI-
t1de With which seventeen men, girls and
boys gathered about to watch rs drive of
TO Fiesole. Amusement changes to irri-
tstion when you find that some Of them
expect salary for their valuabls time
lost In watching your bargain with the
driver and your departure.
A mournful exception TO the national
trait of politsness is found in the onni-
bus drivers and conductors. The Sphinx
like, fnscrutsble air with which they ig-
nore the calling, the waving umbrellas,
and all the frantic sppesls of lady pas
sengers, is fact impossible to believe un-
I'll you have seen IL. Finally you are es-
tsblished In G seat, quite half block be-
yond the spot where first began your Her
culean efforts to sttrsc: their Rttsniion.
Iour ride over, when the conductor fair
ly "chortles" in furious italian becsuse
you wish to call a halt in their mad ca
reer, then you remember the like officials
of the Boston West End railways, and of
certain New Haven lines, as Sir Walter
Raleighs and Lord Chestersslds in com
psrison with these curious, grown up
children of Italy. If thi. tendency to
volcanic eruptions Is true of the Ploren-
tine now, what must 1t have been three
centuries ago before repeated conquests
had ground them downl This turbulent
explosive element In their nature at that
time is clearly shown in the life of Ben
yenuto Cellini, quantity written by him.
self, life full of perils and adventures,
and full of stronge Alterations on his
own part When imprisoned be was
most deyoutly disposed, writing hymns.
having heavenly dreams and visions, upon
release Only to resume his gsy, impulsire
life, cutting into a human body ons day,
modelling an immortsl ststne the next.
The tumult of delight can easily be
imagined al the unreillpg of his superb
statue of Perse3s now in the de LoDsi,
when he was borne sloft by the people,
and when, / don't dare say how many,
sonnets were written In his honor.
There is . legend given by famous wri-
ter who 10 perhaps too partial 10 this fair
land:
when st. Michael made the italian he
caught q sunbeam, many other things too,
q mask Of velvet, poniArd of steel, chords
of lutte, heart of q child, sigh of a poet,
kiss Of lover, a rose out of Paradise, and
q silver string from an angelic Tyre. Then
he prayed the Father to make the work
perfect, give one thing, a smile OF God,
and God smiled. Unhsppily Satan, watch
ing at the gates of he'll, saw this creation
called Italy on its way 10 earth. BE said
II spoil not his work Earth will be Eden
In Italy. So in envy he sped a poisoned
arrow from bis bow, which cleft the rose
Of Paradise and broke the silver string of
the lutte. To this day the italian keeps the
smile God gave in his eyes, but in his heart
the DEVILS arrow rankles still. Some call
this lsshed shaft cruelty, soms superst.-
don, some Ignorance, some priesicrsft."
Here The imaginary orator concludes
he legend with an exhortAtion, TO which
We can all say Amen alt is the duty
IF all Italians TO pluck hard at The arrow
If he'll, go that the emile Of God alone
hall remain with their children's chill
lren." ND.