The Newtown bee., 1895-09-13

MINES AND TIME-EATEN TOWEhS--A GLANCE AT THE LEANING TOWER OF PIsA-THRoUGH so TUNNELS IN AN 1 HoUR.-DoFFING THE HAT TO CHRIS l ToPHER CoLUBIBUs.-A CUSTOM HOUSE l SCENE IN THE WEE, sMA' HoURs.- | THROUGH THE VERY HEART OF THE l ALPs.-wHAT YOU SEE AND WHAT YOU l DO NOT SEE IN A FRENCH LANDSCAPE l AVIAN WHEN HE HAS ALL TO GOVERN
 sAKING.-PARIs, MAGNIFICENT PARIS,
 AND THE LAST LETTER FROM HOME.
 With two days of solid railroad travel Hing before us, that we might have at least one full day in Paris and yet De
 back to Antwerp in time for the return passage of the steamer "Friesland, I which had sailed around from Naples, what could we do but think and let the train rumple on I say "think," but that word rather slipped hurriedly off the
 point of my pen; there was only one man, Yin our compartment at least, who did tanvth;us that approached an intellectual snrocess. We had been on the qui yive of l stir and excitement so long that it seem- led really delightful to crawl into these ~qsaartments, ss snail would crawl in-
 aAen, and just stay there, soiacing 'o IDS with the reflection that no one oarse!'eS ',>:7puncher would molest us ouI Ihe tleh ~d for two full days and ona lans hIisstn, m nigbt. This one man in our one Dii'siul hish.' ~a8e the exception, compartment who | Sp his paper st wrote letter on Rome ,Eree Ameri home, the Trenton (N. J. s.bod baer can, believe. No one of l. ,nritipp thoughtful enough to bring ,ss nm, desk along, so our scribe improvis e a, out of his right knee-pan and VITO, calmly as though he were in his libral. at home. The rest of us blandly stared at him and wondered how he did it.
 You see, we bade goodbye to MT Clark, the conductor of our party. at Rome, and so we simply had no one to growl at or find fault with. Thus, perforce, we were thrown back for entertainment upon our own wits, and they iDgloriously failed. Up to this time, whenever conversation Jagged, be it mid-noon or midnight, some one under bEeath said, "Mr Clark" and immediately all talked together and kept it up till lung power gave out. I received 8 circular from MT Clark the other day, advertising the very same trip by the very same steamer this year. I never was so glad to hear from any one, for supposed, after the noisy bombardment he received ;,,t tha >rtn nf ho r1n da rs.t start such an enterprise again; but after all, much of the talk was what Shakes peare would call SWORDS, WORDS, WORDS" and, when the effect of the maj de mer was all gone, most of the mean things said would probably be taken back. Perhaps, on next years crusade, MT Clark will not put so large a stock of human nature in his cargo; but of this article, as the wise old lady remarked,
 there's much of muchness" every where.
 We are on the Mediterranean railway. going north through Italy. It is & beau | tiful day in the latter part of March. which would mean May at least in rug ged New England; the Italian farmers
 are getting the soil ready for the sowing
 of the seed. The great attraction of the landscape on the way between Naples and Rome had been the Apennine range, covered on it's summits and far down | it's side with the unmelted snow. This l range of mountains still for some dis tance remains after we leave the Eternal City to rouse our tagging attention and call forth exclamations of wonder and de- | light. It is a beautiful sight, on one side of the train, as we glide along, vineyards and groves of olive trees and the freshly ploughed field, and the other side of the train mountains of snow rising into
 cathedral and dome against an unbroken sky of blue. There is another feature in the Italian landscape which was noted
 by the tourists sleepy eye. On some high point here and there would be ob- served the ruins of an old castle, used "Iu days of old,
 | When knights were bold
 And barons held their sway"
 for fortress. It is not long that Italy
 has had something of the semblance of
 united people rejoicing in bonds of fra lternity and feeling some devotion to g worthy country which they are proud to claim as their own.
 Il At noon we pass through Pisa and
 catch a sight of it's famous Campanile, or Leaning Tower. You have all seen it Lin photographs, at least. It leans B
 feet out of plumb, and yet it has leaned in that way for 600 years and seems in
 clined to go on in the way it began for
 some time to come. Whether the archi-
 tect purposely contrived this freak in-
 tending to givea
 HARD RAP AT SIR ISAAC NEwToN's GREAT | LAW,
 or the quicksand about the base has set tied, is a problem that remains a problem
 still. A little fellow with bright eye
 came running up to the door of our com partment and wished to sell me mini. ature Tower of Pisa in marble. want
 ed 1t, but all my small Italian coin had gone to the cabmen in Rome 'spour : boire, and as my bright-eyed vend'
 Ter would not take and accept !
 Tmkish piastre or coin of uncer | 1It1In value vouohed D heve celne fEoe
 tte hsert of IT Fl s1lJl1 hla -