The Newtown bee., 1895-05-03
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 OUR FIRST DAYaTN ITALY.


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 idThe editor of THE BEE seems to have lately taken. longer journey than have done, He has evidently been in, .'onld Oirland" and kissed the blarney-stone so- hardnthat every one who, comics under his flattering persuasiveness has to yield, UIssfellessslly UIssfe did Iplead that the ships prov had touched myrnative7land. and, there-1 fore, travel sketches would rather be ff- from me, since was supposed to be assshors de combat 1. The editor came in with the clincher that my last letter left me at Naples; and, therefore, at Naples Istilp was, ,sE %as in5ESetat hbnde. Well, I suppose r am laboring under g mental hallueinationit it must be reHly my spirit that isfhere, anybody ist some other where; s6Ttwill go after my body and follow low its pstsistently t till D. it it :. gets home and not leave it again. .s9ai Here weIsre bn the ship that; has faith fully brought us thus far. the" ship that with all her ,eoquettish lttossipgs. of the head and "bowings. to sIells2Hswe have yee!come to echerish1withf feelings ofdeep the harbor in which we are rid ing at anchor is the charming Bay of Naples, and the mernirg is Friday, March 1 P. There is no, mista king wfereiwe are. We do not need to consult our we'll thumbed guide-books nor gp'to the long suffering rcaptain tos inquire,, for who could mistake that sky of deepest. blue for any other than the bright sky D of f fair Italy, of which, he has always read ;l or who. could think of aHing wonder smok- ing crater any other than, as one 'ofthe5 young ladies of, the party, laeohically styled it, told Ve?"'gAnd,r indeed, I.hayet seem these rpeoplevbefore, ,7athese' bare headed women and bron zei checked men who are now coming up, beside, our big ship in their small skiff. with, tambour73 ines and fddles---I vhaver seen them VonH Fulton street in Brooklyn standing on the curb after hightfall in summer, Yes, and have. heard, them sing those very same songs; recognize them shoughLcanneti hnaerstaRi sssalssIn elf. Say siggood-pye, Naples is really the end of the f'Fries-4 sFromthis point the" party fs torseatber atd'ro illustrate again the thought that our life here is filled with partings and farewells, and that no large party gathered on earth ever meets again with sheir ranks entirely fall. JAY rel specta ble reoBtingentq far more ,than'a corporaPs guard, n comprising most %of of those who at nd time, have, grown dis dis gusted with eyerything and everybody and those who havetaTH17 'r' o5 H'. 'E',s4G
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