The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-07-17

Como We catch our first view OF the
of the omnibus we slip into q little boat
with its pretty coIored canopy furnish
ed IN turkey red calico. tufted with
white, and so glide IN among the
charmed haunts. made more charming
if possfble-certainly more sacred-by
pens which faltered and failed only
after they had pictured heaven on
earth. Even Bulwer. with all his
wealth OF imagination, has not over
drawn the lake Of Como. The heights,
which on every side cradle and sur
round il, are dotted and shelved I'D to
the very rim of the azure sky with
villas in pretty shapes urged and thrust
into the unwilling slopes. Others,
again. weather-beaten. tiIe-roofed and
picturesque, nestle below relics of an
cient castles, oyergrown with ivy and
moss and Wild flowers. but with walls
mperishable-walls which have become
masonried by time into the unyielding
earth.
Dearest" said I. taking on my
chest tones. and pointing dramatical-
"
IF thou wouldst have me paint the
To which, could love fulfill its prayers,
This arm would lead thee-listen."
But Pauline, having a cold in her
head, happened at the moment to be
feebIy engaged in efforts in another
direction. So, instead of gazing at me
with tender glance, she only shifted
and peered with weak and streaming
eyes over her handkerchief Nothing
daunted, went on with the speech,
finishing with the ford strain,
- and music of sweet lutes. and
murmurs of low fountains
That gush forth in the midst of roses.
Dost thou like the picture, love?"
She responded
ooh. as the bee upon the flower, etc,
etc"
At least this is what she ought 10
have said. What she did say was
''BIese dodt mage such a good of your
self before the boatdab."
Really, fancy can add not touch to
this enchanted scene. For a distance
of forty miles the lake winds in and
out through dell and grove. and orange
bower and rock and steep. only as you
PLVESSd THERE II d LCldGLCy Oh lie part
Of nature to intensity, the scenery is
more rugged and weird, the soft tint
of the green waters grows deeper and
darker, and the verdure reveals more
and more of the brown crust beneath.
We dined at the Villa D'este once the
palace of Queen Caroline, now given
over with all its regal bearings and
royal appointments TO the cupidity of
hotel-keepers. Still it preserves many
signs Of former grandeur, and its walls
still bear escutcheons and hieroglyphs
of high degree. The ground and gar
dens are magnificent; arbors and bow
ers Of holly and myrtle line the walks,
and the hedges are walls Of feverish
and unshrinking bloom Cinnamon
roses, Of our chiIdhood's home, climb
ing roses become pale with very over
reaching, luscious tea-roses plethoric
and pulsating with their delicate bur-
den of floral life, and deep crimson
roses grown black in the sun, vie. each
with the other, for dramatic effects, yet
only one in the floral kingdom holds
the absolute sceptre-the feur de lis.
We returned to Milan through a snow
storm Fancy q snow storm in Italy
in June! The hail and snow We're piled
up in little heaps at the stations. and
the bitches and drills along the way
were white and gIittering in the set
ting sun.