The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-10-04
ITALIAN SUMMERS.
The Chamber of Deputies in the
Heated Term.
DISCUSSING THE ANARCHISTS.
Bad Governmental Control Of the Rail-
Notwithstanding Castellamare on
the Bay of Naples.

1t was very hard to leave home,
though we had some hot weather there /
in July. During the last days of the
session, the Roman firemen were kept |
busy sprinkling the roof of the Camera |
with water, so that the deputies might /
not actually dissolve before the dissolu-
ton of Parliament. At last the bill
lists was passed, and in spite of the
wearisome delays of Imbriani and the |
other obstructionists, the tired minis
tiers and deputies were free to go to
their respective homes. was present
on the last evening of the session, seat
ed in the press gallery, with Mrs. Tay-
Tor, the correspondent of the London
Standard" from whence | watched
and listened to the men who are max
ing the history of Italy. The ranks
were considerably thinned since my
last visit, and yet there were more than
enough members present to secure the
governments victory. The Radicals
had been playing the game of firing out
their adversaries, and [ listened to a
speech made merely to gain time, which
made me very indignant. The speaker
stopped between every sentence, eaking
out the meaningless words, with equal
ly meaningless pauses. Signor Crispi,
who wears upon his watch chain
forked branch of red coral, the greatest
guarantee of good luck and safeguard
against the evil eye, must have pro-
duced this potent charm very often that
evening, if the story is to be credited
which affirms that whenever the Prime
Minister is attacked by any Of his enc
mics in the house, the little bit of coral
is held in his hand, and truned towards
the speaker, whose malice may thus be
averted.
The bill which was SO much discussed
is aimed against writer's who express
sympathy with Anarchists, and is
framed with a view to stopping the
spread of the creed of Moloch. The
humorous suggestion so often made, of
sending all the anarchists to an unin-
habited island, and providing them
with large amounts of the deadliest ex-
do away with each other, seems likely
to be realized with certain modifca-
tons. The government has dispatched
commission to investigate Italy's AT
rican possessions to ascertain if there
is not some suitable spot to plant col
ony on the model of the English penal
colonies. Poor Africa Was ever a
country so abused before? The ancient
Romans believed that the interior of
this mysterious land was inhabited by
dwarfs, giants and monsters, but they
never even dreamed of so deadly crea-
ture as their descendants are about to
transplant into its midst.
l wish l could hear some theory ad-
vanced for the overthrow of the ideal
of anarchy. The universal cry is
'shoot, hang, behead, Danish, imprison
the anarchists but listen in vain for
the voice of the prophet who shall con-
vert them from their false gospel The
repressive measures Italy has taken are
warranted by the situation, but it is a
grave question whether they will prove
of much use, even in the palliative
sense. That 1.-THE blood of martyrs is
the churchs Seed" is as true of one
faith as of another. Great surprise is
felt by some persons that Laga, the man
who tried to shoot Crispi, has been SEN
fenced to twenty years Imprisonment,
the term does not seem to me excessive,
if the law takes into account the inten-
ton behind the act, and sets some men
free because they have committed acct,
dental homicide, surely it must consider
the intention in the act when wilful
murder has been attempted.
The wings of an evil genius darken
the sky of Europe. All who are in
high Office sit in their shadow. Crispi
is brave man. He laughed at the
threats which every post brought him,
until they were aimed at his young
daughter, the creature he loves best in
the world. Now he laughs no longer,
and his villa near Naples is guarded
night and day.
When the King and Queen left Rome
for the country, the ambassadors, min.
listers, deputies and foreign correspond
ents did likewise. AS my friends left
town, one after the other. and urged
me to go with them, / felt certain
irritation, which | confess was migrate.
full. How stupid it would be, I thought
to exchange my own comfortable house.
with its cool tiled floors GALL the floors
in Rome are paved with bricks, marble
or tiles, its matchless terrace, it's big
bath with the spring cold aqua marcia
running constantly through it, for some
small, comfortless lodging at the sea-
side or in the mountains l remem.
bered that our dear old friend, Thomas
Sullivan Dwight, used to talk in Just
this strain every summer when his
friends departed for Nahant or Bever
ley, leaving the "Nestor of music" al
he was called, alone in Boston. He
was an incurable cit" and has sale
scores of times to me: How can yor
leave Boston, when it is so beautiful
What trees have you in Newport as fine
as the elms on the Common are? Arr
there any flowers as beautiful as thost
in the Public Garden? | cannot under
stand why everybody wants to go to tn,
country?'
The time came, however, when tn,
voice of the sea wooed and drew me t.
its side, as it always does those who ar,
born within sight of salt water-no
that love Rome less, but nature more
We babe good-by to our happy famil,
IA falcon, two pigeons, pair of kit
tens and a jackdaw-packed our trunk
and took the train for Naples, en- rout,
for Castellamare. We arrived at tn,
station some time before the train start