praying for some minutes, then rising and proceeding to the next oratory, and so on until they had repeated the service before every one.
They all seemed to be of the poorer class, and I presume the ceremony is often repeated or the participators would have been much more numerous.
The praying was fervent and I trust excellent,—as the music decidedly was not; but the whole scene, with the setting sun shining redly through the shattered arches and upon the ruined wall, with a few French soldiers standing heedlessly by, was strangely picturesque, and to me affecting.
I came away before it concluded, to avoid the damp night-air; but many checkered years and scenes of stirring interest must intervene to efface from my memory that sun-set and those strange prayers in the Coliseum.
's, he styles the Niagara
of edifices; and, like Niagara
, the first view of it is disappointing.
In the Sistine chapel
, he observed a picture of the Death of Admiral Coligny
at the Massacre of St. Bartholomew, and if the placing of that picture there was not intended to express approbation of the Massacre, he wanted to know what is was
intended to express.
The tenth of July was the traveler's last day in Italy
A swift journey through Switzerland
, and North Eastern France
brought him once more to England
, he saw everywhere the signs of frugal thrift and homely content.
He was assailed by no beggar, cheated by no official; though, as he truly remarks, he was “ very palpably
” A more “upright, kindly, truly religious people” than the Catholic Swiss
, he had never seen; and he thought their superiority to the Italians attributable to their republican institutions!! He liked the Germans.
Their good humor, their kind-heartedness, their deference to each other's wishes, their quiet, unostentatious manner, their self-respect, won his particular regard.
In the main cabins of German steamboats, he was gratified to see ‘well-dressed young ladies take out their home-prepared dinner and eat it at their own good time without seeking the company and countenance of others, or troubling themselves to see who was observing.
A Lowell factory girl would consider this entirely out of character, and a New York milliner would be shocked at the idea of it.’
Nowhere, he here remarks, had he found Aristocracy a chronic disease, except in England
Your Paris boot-black will make you a low bow in acknowledgment of a franc, but he has not a trace of the abjectness of a