The Newtown bee., 1895-05-24
A SUNDAY IN ROME.

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 A SUNDAY IN ROME.
 HOW THE ROOM AT THE HOTEL WAS As-
 SIGNED-THE sUMPTUOUs BREAKFAST
 AT THE FOUR-DOLLAR-A-DAY HOTEL. A SERVICE IN ST PETERS; THE GREAT CHURCH DISAPPOINTING AT FIRST SIGHT; ONCE WITHIN THE DOORS, DIs- APPOINTMENT vANIsHEs THE SERVICE GRAND BUT SOMETHING STILL LACK ING.-THE ROMAN FoRr M AND ITS sUG- I GEsTION OF THE NOBLE ROMANS OF THE PAST-THE COLOSSEUM, THE NOBLEsT ! RUIN IN THE wORLD.-sswHEN FALLS | THE COLOSSEUM, ROME SHALL FALL"
 How does large party of tourists get their assignment to hotels when they enter city? Well, I'll tell you how it was done with our party in Rome, and from this experience you may judge how the operation sometimes goes on. We | reached Rome in the night sometime we were too sleepy and confused when the train slid into the big gas-lgbted de- | pot to pull out our watches and find the time o'clock and, gathering umbrellas (what few were left), grips and luggage of all sorts together, we made grand scramble for the platform beside the track. An excited mob at once sur rounded MT Clark, our conductor, and great vociferations rent the air, just as I have often seen the bulls and bears howl in the pit of the New York Stock Ex- change. AS we'll as I can now remem- Der, the combined medley sounded some- what like this: "You know, MT Clark, you promised to put me with nay friends. Here, MT Clark, take that slip back you told me l was going to the Quirinal.-I have been standing here half-an-hour, MT Clark, and that man has been attended to who just came up now" And then loud chorus ascended on the outside rim of the jostling crowd in continued cres- cendo pitch: ''Mr Clark MT Clark z! MT Clark !i' I have been anxious to know how long-suffering MT Clark survived it but, no tidings having come of his re- moyal to an insane asylum, I take it that he pulled through, with 8 perceptible d.minution of his avoirdupois, though, poor man, he did not have much to spare. Well, after obtaining our little slips bear ing the names of our hotels, we were seized by the arm, dragged to the wait- ing omnibus, our valises thrown on the top, and we were away to our respective hostelries.
 l. was Sunday morning, March 24, when bright and early I aWoke, rubbed my eyes and looked out the window of my room in Hotel du Quirinal, not upon the busy life of the streets, but-upon the tables in the dining room, for I was slowed away somewhere in the interior parts of this mammoth hotel. Will it not be fine, thought I, while making my toilet, to get the good breakfast that this splendid hotel affords! That lunch yes- terday afternoon in Naples feels long distance away, and how we'll hearty breakfast will equip us for this day of hard sightseeing
 BUT WHAT IS THAT OLD MAXIM that says it is not well to count your eggs before they are laid? And I might also add. it is not well to eat in anticipation your eggs before you find them near your breakfast plate. Coffee, rolls and | butter; what breakfast in the strength of which to do big days work in climb ing among ruins and wandering through stately churches But that is all the hotel furnishes you; :; and, if you rebel and want some extra dainty, you are politely informed that you must pay an extra price. Indeed, the ordinary bill which the gracious clerk presents on your departure from an European hotel is problem in higher which stumps the averagej mind. The charge for your room and regular meals is plain enough; but then he extras for soap and candles and ser vice of chamber-maid and hack and good ness knows what mix one in an inextric- sble maze. It all is a faint suggestion of the overworked New York lawyer who went one summer to famous wa ering place cn the Atlantic coast in h 'earch of change and rest and his land ord soon had his change, and the waiter got the rest.
 And where shall we go to church this was asked among a few Of us t the breakfast-table. Well, as in Rome here are some 400 Roman Catholic