Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-06-21

1t IS 0a ~ necessary to see some
very shabby old gentleman wandering
round the hills and wooded walks of
AiN-les-6ai0s to be quite assured that
he is :. Mug cooling off" as one of
| the doctors at AK guessed.
Although AK in summer would non
| always express that particular process.
With the thermometer at 50 degrees
| yet 1t affords king out of business. -
or king on a lark, or King who is
| tired of sporting his crown and ermine
all day, a very good opportunity for
! unbending.
| remember particularly seeing two
very plain old people wandering
through vineyard, apparently lost,
III Savoy, when | was told that they
! were the Prince de JOinyille and his
| sister, writes a European correspond
ent. The old Emperor of Brazil and
his wife were often there, in their
last days, the most unpretending of
people. One Opulent EngIishman, feel
| Ing a great pity for the poor old man,
| offered to lend him his carriage. and
was very much mortified to be told
that he had been talking to Dom Pedro
di Alcantara, emperor of Brazil, one
| Of the richest men in the world.
In fact, the trappings of royalty,
their livery, get to be intolerable to
them; they desire nothing so much as
| to get away from it, excepting on
these great occasions of state, when
| it is absolutely necessary to wear
uniform, orders, grand gowns and
! tiaraS.
[ suppose Victor Emmanuel was con-
sidered the ugliest man in the world
And yet to see the brave soldier who
had leaped from his saddle to the
throne OF the Quirinal was by no
means to see only an ugly man. He
was noble and picturesque figure,
with more majesty than most fat men
! spoke exposure to the weather and to
| the pleasures of the table, but it had
an individual charm as we'll He
! would never eat in company, but ap-
| peared at the head of his table in
| splendid uniform. bearing a big sword,
! talking to Mr.. Marsh, our minister,
of whom he was very fond, and who
gave me many particulars of the pri-
vate life Of this IRE Galantuomo" and
of his beautiful niece, Marguerite of
| Savoy now queen of Italy.
Mr.. Marsh was dean Of the diplo-
! matte circle, and of course sat next
to the king at the state dinners. I
saw the king, the ugliest man in Eul-
, rope, seated near the most famOusly
beautiful woman of the nineteenth
century, the Empress Eugenie in a
gOndOla, on one occasional night of
fiesta and illumination-in October
1869. She was on her way to open
the SueZ canal, which her kinsman
Lesseps, had just completed. [ have
often wondered that artists have not
made this splendid scene the occasion
of a great picture.
Victor Emmanuel was every inch a
king that evening. [ afterWard saw
him dining out of Florence, in hunts
mans hut, looking like a brigand of
the Abruzzi. "Ohr' said my courier,
prOstrating himself on the ground,
there the Re Galantuomo is enjoying
HIMSELF
The funeral of KoSSuth reminded me
of two visits [ once made to Turin.
1t is a book of golden requests of the
Titanic race, from which came Victor
Emmanuel, and in coming up from
Rome in the spring time, 1885, l could
but think how Napoleon Bonaparte
and his descendants had become inter-
woven with the Piedmontese mon
archy.
The journey was through a very
lovely country. The Apennines wore
the blue green of one. of Raphael's
backgrounds and over their shoulder
peeped an occasional snow mountain.
The grass was as green as Erin, the
mustard fieeces lay in yellow patches
here and there, the peach trees threw
out hectic pink which was pathet-
ically lovely, and up into each of these
Daphne looking trees, clambered q
vine, promising future grapes. The
agriculture of LOmbardy is the most
patient, neat, frugal thing in the
world The plains of Marengo will
bear fruit and flowers, yet the short,
sharp, decisive voice of Napoleon still
rings III ones ears as the guard calls
"Alessandriaw for scarcely above the
river lies that decisive battle-ground
where DessaiX fell, saying, 81 fear
this is a battle lost" ct is a battle
Won" said Napoleon. 81 cannot stop
to weep" He pressed on and won
the day by his audacity.
But why fight the battle of Marengo
over again? Yonder stream is only
red with the light of the setting sun. /
Great grandly, uselessly fortified town |
of Alessandriai The Guelphs builded /
and the Ghibellines laughed"
We pressed on to Turin. The world |
has not praised it enough. The wan /
dering Po' and the violently rapid /
Dora Riparia rush through and by it. |
and that magnificent vision of snow
the whole chain Of the Pen
nine and GRAHAM Alps, the high snow
peak of Monte Cervan, make a singu-
larly beautiful and striking back
ground for this impressive, neat, popu-
lOuS, thriving town, whose handsome
residences speak loudly for the vigor
Of northern Italy. The Piazza Costel-
10, surrounded by the PaIazzo Madame,
the Royal Palace and the Teatro Re
gio, is a fine place. Even after a win
ter in Rome there was much to see in
Turin. [ went to look at the splendid