The Republican journal., 1912-04-18

Pozzo di Borgo exultingly exclaimed:
II certainly did not kill Napoleon, but
threw the last stone at him.
The grand salon of the Pozzo di Borpo
chateau is rich in decorative art. The
chimney piece is Renaissance, repro
duction of the one in the Chateau de Viii
leroy, by German Pilon, now in the
Louvre Museum.
The ceiling is in sculptured woods, high
ly colored. There is much costly bric-a-
brac and sumptuous1 furniture every
where. A fine portrait of Napoleon in
1915, by David, portrait of Pozzo di
Borgo, by Gerard, Clement VII, and
one of Pascal Paoli, adorn the walls.
The dining room has an equestrian
bas-relief representing Paul Emile Poz-
20 di Borgo, commanding the pontifical
troops in 1919, also several Goblein tap
estries. The magnificent library, with
its unex elled splendor of view, is in EN-
pire style. On the mantelpiece are two
superb porcelain vases from Sevres,
given by the Gar of Russia, Alexander
I. to the Ambassador Pozzo di Borgo.
The Cars portrait, as we'll as that of
Richelieu, adorn the walls. In a large
glass case, near the massive writing
table are all the mementoes and decora-
lions which belonged to the celebrated
diplomatist Pozzo di Borgo.
By special favor, in response to our
frequent demands, we were shown
through the picture gallery on the Sec
ond floor. Two of US, more venture
some than the others, pushed open bed
room door, and saw richly furnished
apartment, in red and gold. The care
takers sharp voice, in protestation, re-
minded us we must play fair. 1t is a
sumptuous home, this Pozzo di Borgo
palace, set away up on the mountain
side, isolated in all its grandeur. The
present owner is young unmarried man
Of only twenty-five years, who prefers
Paris and its endless gaities to the stern
beauties of his ancestral lands on this
scented Isle of Honor.
A pretty garden laid out in the Eng.
fish style lies just in front of the cha.
teau, on the parterre of which is an in.
teresting group of the Four Seasons, by
DELAY, which was brought here from the
ancient Hotel de Vile in Paris. The
iron railing on the entrance steps came
from the Palace at St. Cloud. A fine
old park surrounds the whole.
We took an hour, by the narrow mule
path, for the ascension of the Pozzo di
Borgo Point. From the summit the view
is of incompatible grandeur. To the
north the Gulf de Lava, and the Gulf OF
Sagone, deeply indented and shining in
the sun, afar off tiny villages nesting on
the crests of the hills, southwards the
beauteous Bay of Ajaccio and it's town;
and loomingiup in the distance, like faith
full sentinels to all these varied charms,
are the Sanguinary Islands, seen in a
reddish glow at this afternoon hour. Fer.
tile plains, dense maquis, olive groves,
long ribbon-ike roads stretching away
limitlessly, and the majestic snow clad
heights, complete noble picture of
grandiose Corsican scenery. AS piano.
rama it is unsurpassed.
The keen air had given US an appetite.
We descended rapidly to the terrace,
where we had some bread, sausages,
wine and black coffee. The dogs all
joined US in this festive al fresco meal.
Then we filled the carriage with the
sweetly scented mimosa, and with cries
of ''bon voyage" to it's occupants, We
grasped our mountain sticks shod with
iron, and began the descent homewards
over a different road from that which
we had come.
Our first halt was at the circular