sympathy and comfort.... And now I must confess that, after so many intense and vivid pages of life, this visit to Rome
, once a theme of fervent and solemn desire, becomes a mere page of embellishment in a serious and instructive volume.”
Here follows a disquisition on “the Roman
problem for the American
thinker” ; the last passage gives her conclusion:--
“A word to my countrymen and countrywomen, who, lingering on the edge of the vase, are lured by its sweets, and fall into its imprisonment.
It is a false, false superiority to which you are striving to join yourself.
A prince of puppets is not a prince, but a puppet; a superfluous duke is no dux; a titular count does not count.
Dresses, jewels, and equipages of tasteless extravagance; the sickly smile of disdain for simple people; the clinging together, by turns eager and haughty, of a clique that becomes daily smaller in intention, and whose true decline consists in its numerical increase — do not dream that these lift you in any true way — in any true sense.
For Italians to believe that it does, is natural; for Englishmen to believe it, is discreditable; for Americans
were at this time living in Palazzo Odescalchi.
Our mother observes that “the whole of my modest house in Boylston Place would easily, as to solid contents, lodge in the largest of those lofty rooms.
itself would equally lodge in the palace.
I regard my re-found friends with wonder, and expect to see them execute some large and stately manceuvre, indicating their possession of all this space.”