with her buried satellite of Pompeii
, with her galaxy of genius; Rome
, whose name is at once history and description,--will, indeed, ever be the Meccas of the mind.
One must see them to realize the boundless wealth, the luxury, the refinement of art, to which the ancients had attained.
The modern world deems itself rich when it gathers up only the fragments.
But all the fascinations of art, all the luxuries of modern civilization, are no balance to the misery which bad laws and bad religion alike entail on the bulk of the people.
himself cannot dazzle one blind to the rags, want, and misery which surround him. Nature is not wholly beautiful.
For even when she marries a matchless sky to her bay of Naples
, the impression is saddened by the presence of degraded and suffering humanity.
When you meet in the space of the same street a man encompassed with all the equipage of wealth, and the beggar on whose brow disease and starvation have written broadly his title to your pity, the question is involuntary, Is this a Christian city?
Are both these Christians?
To my mind the answer is, No. In our own country the same contrast exists, but it is not so painfully prominent as here.
I hope the discussion of this question of property will not cease till the Church
is convinced that, from Christian lips, ownership means nothing but responsibility for the right use of what God has given; that the title of a needy brother is as sacred as the owner's own, and is infringed upon, too, whenever that owner allows the siren voice of his own tastes to drown the cry of another's necessities.
The Woman Question is another topic in which every one who-becomes familiar with European
customs must, I think, take a still deeper interest than before.
are shocked to see women engaged in every kind of labor, and doing full one half of the hard