The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-09
IN AND ABOUT GENEVA.
NOTES FROM THE BEAUTIFUL SWIsS-LAND.

The Mounting of the saIiye-B -autifui
 View of Mont BIanc-The Charms of
 the avilla Diodate.-Memories of 4 Byron and His Poetry-The Park Mon l Repos.-Beauties of the Land.
 . Geneva, March 24, 1905. l Dear Courier: Even in the cool and ,l breezy month of March visit to some
 of the lovely spots about the old city of
 Geneva is not without pleasure An ascent, for instance, on foot, to the summit of the Petit-Saliye, one of the
 mountains forming background of 'l Geneva, as East and West Rock form a background of New Haven. could not
 be comfortably made in hot day of summer.
 'i From Geneva gentleman acquaint- { ance I accepted an invitation to make :, this tramp, though with the proviso that I might be obligel to leave him half way up, as the Petit Saliye is two or three times as high as East Rock, : and the Grand SaleVe is as much high CT still further up and on. Looking, up , from the plain below to the old stone tower on the crest of the mountain, it
 seemed impossible to reach it on foot.
 but the day was clear and fine and be- ! fore we hardly know 1t we were sitting in the old castle waiting for refresh- ! ments of rolls and coffee. It was a long wait, for it being out of the tour ing season, they were not much pre- pared for guests, and we waited so long ! I fancied they had to send to the viii ? lage for the fresh rolls, but we were Econtent to sit awhile, for we were in : one of the ancient residences of the } Dukes of savoie of the thirteenth cen 5 turys
 : Just a three or foud minutes walk 5 from this old mountain castle is the lit- } tie village and church of Monnetier, ? nestling there among the clouds, and 5 through this little old time village we g went to find the Hotel Bellevgue, near E which is a grand and beautiful view of l Mont Blanc, fifty miles or so away. In going through the village of Mon- ] nettier the most interesting parsonage 2 WI lllCL " Stc Ct #llltltF 7 key roaming at large. My German 2 friend immediately put his arms around its neck and called it pet names in Ger x man, which the pretty little French 2 donkey accepted with complacency, s When we reached the Bellevue the
 grand spectacle of Mont Blanc in the
 distance burst upon us and we sat ' down upon the rocks and drank 1t in 2 and listened to the dashing waters of : the Rllone far below us. But the af K ternoon was waning and my German {, friend wanted to keep on to the top ot - the Grand -saleve, So we started on, ur e and up but after little I made the ,. suggestion that we should lose our din n nre if we did not start back for Geneva n at once and admit the Grand -Salive, SC e back we turned and hurried down the - mountain, saying good night and way f ing an adieu to Mont Blanc as we - passed the point from which 1t could t be seen, and frequently stopping for g l. moment to exclaim to each other at the g wonderful beauties of the sunset sky Q of the wide and varied landscape I spread out before us and as had sug-
 gested we reached Geneva just in time [. for dinner at seven. This German y friend starts for one of the Italian cit s ies tomorrow. He has been studying E in Paris for several months and re. e turns to Zoppot, his home, in time fol k Easter. Zoppot is on the shore of tht ,, Baltic, a very few miles from the city e of Danzig. A pleasant little city b5 e the sea which is not much visited, I i'm. Z agine, by the ordinary traveller, bu k where people are sure to go again after e going there once. My idea of the place y has become a very attractive one from \ this gentlernan's description. No verJ 1T high mountains like those of Switzer Is land, but plenty of a lower altitude l, and to compensate, the Baltic with it $ pure, bracing air, it's rocks and cliff, q and foaming waves,
 eI One of the places that please m, Q most, not far from Geneva, is the avil Il la Diodate.'' A walk of a mile or tWt " along the lake brings you to road tha, V winds up 8 steep hill to the village Q
 Cologny, just upon the further edge 0
 which is this old, villa where Byrol < wrote his Manfred and also a portiol ,e of Childe Harold. It is a place full of le quiet, dreamy beauty. even in tn ,e month of March. A spot about Whicl d there is something of the charm . ,ol decay" though not too much. At thi al time of the year, when the trees are no
 yet in leaf or the flowers In bloom isl there are still beautiful contrasts an, al harmonies of color The bright greel d of the grassy terraces, the dark b 3: of the old trees waiting to put on thei $ summer verdure, the dark tall ever r. greens with the blue and white skie e, above them, the rich blue waters 0 "a Lake Lenan and the mountain ss beyond, white with snow. And the r. there is the old villa itself, plain an d substantial, but with porticos and pill is lars to the lower stories on the lak ss side and not far from the house tim r. worn marble fountain. It is interestin
 to walk through the avenue of centur
 old trees and think that there Byro
 has stood and listened to the fountai
 waters and watched just such whit .h sails as are now shining in the distance
 In the outside wall of the little churc of Cologny is q tablet which reads i