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Vicenza (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
ge I derive from being alone, that, if I feel the need of it, I can stop. I left Venice four days ago; have seen well Vicenza, Verona, Mantua, and am reposing, for two nights and a day, in this tranquil room which overlooks the beautiful Lake of strong and tranquil again. Saw all the pictures, if not enough, yet pretty well. My journey here was very profitable. Vicenza, Verona, Mantua, I saw really well, and much there is to see. Certainly I had learned more than ever in any previous tenwith the place, and with Venetian art, only to be really felt and known in its birth-place. I have passed some hours at Vicenza, seeing mainly the Palladian structures; a day at Verona,— a week had been better; seen Mantua, with great delight; seven the restless impertinence of sight-seeing, so much more painful here than anywhere else. I had made a good visit to Vicenza; a truly Italian town, with much to see and study. But all other places faded away, now that I again saw St. Peter's,
Rieti (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
to allow me to do something. to R. F. F ——. Rieti, July 1, 1848. Italy is as beautiful as eve this dear land, again enslaved. to W. H. C. Rieti, Aug. 28, 1849. You say, you are glad I hav when he first looked forward into the world. Rieti,— not only an old classic town of Italy, but o the richest in Italy, and full of vineyards. Rieti is near the foot of the hills on one side, ande children were frolicking in the grass. In Rieti, the ancient Umbrians were married thus. In pd woman faithful to her charge. Aquila and Rieti. Extracts from Margaret's and Ossoli's lett and broken life. In March, she flies back to Rieti, and finds our treasure in the best of health, This was when Margaret found Nino so ill at Rieti I will not give her the pain of knowing that t over others. Her maid,—an impetuous girl of Rieti, a town which rivals Tivoli as a hot-bed of ho chief supports of Madame Ossoli's landlord at Rieti. They were both married,—the younger one to a[12 mor
Manchester (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 11
nother day. I had no appetite; but am now making up for all deficiencies, and feel already a renovation beginning from the voyage; and, still more, from freedom and entire change of scene. We came here Wednesday, at noon; next day we went to Manchester; the following day to Chester; returning here Saturday evening. On Sunday we went to hear James Martineau; were introduced to him, and other leading persons. The next day and evening I passed in the society of very pleasant people, who havebut his heart was that of a genuine lover of his kind, of a philanthropist in the sense of Jesus; his views are large and noble; his life was one of devout study on these subjects, and I should pity the person who, after the briefest sojourn in Manchester and Lyons, the most superficial acquaintance with the population of London and Paris, could seek to hinder a study of his thoughts, or be wanting in reverence for his purposes. Rousseau. To the actually so-called Chamber of Deputies, I wa
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): chapter 11
tion of the working people. to R. W. E. Paris, Nov. 16, 1846.—I meant to write on my arrivalare mine, if only for a necklace or rosary. Paris. to her mother. Paris, Dec. 26, 1846ish out a dozen common lives. to R. W. E. Paris, Jan. 18, 1847.—I can hardly tell you what a find here. My steps have not been fortunate in Paris, as they were in England. No doubt, the persoing time to pay you my respects before leaving Paris for Italy. In case this should be impossible,ours, most respectfully, Margaret Fuller. Paris, Jan., 1847.-I missed hearing M. Guizot, (I amr. All signs of this are kept out of sight in Paris. A pamphlet called The Voice of Famine, statifirst introduced the Essays to acquaintance in Paris. I did not meet him anywhere, and, as I heard, more than any other person, in going back to Paris, and I have him much better here. France itsehad surpassed his powers: Lesseps runs back to Paris, and Oudinot attacks:—an affair alike infamous[8 more...
Tuscany (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
he Italian autumn is not as beautiful as I expected, neither in the vintage of Tuscany nor here. The country is really sere and brown; but the weather is fine, and ng that it was the right of the people, was very repulsive to me. Passing into Tuscany, I found the liberty of the press just established. The Grand Duke, a well-inthe Pope here is without bounds; he can always calm the crowd at once. But in Tuscany, where they have no such one idol, they listened in the same way on a very try man yet. Our journey here was delightful;—it is the first time I have seen Tuscany when the purple grape hangs gar— landed from tree to tree. We were in the ear police during her residence in Florence. as well as by the state of things in Tuscany at that time, to a comparative inaction, Madame Ossoli never seemed to lose ind, however, I think, by the apparent apathy and prostration of the Liberals in Tuscany; and the presence of the Austrian troops in Florence was as painful and annoyi
Milan, Sullivan County, Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 11
nd; some time you will have light from all. Milan, Aug. 9, 1847.— Passing from Florence, I came en have one, and are the soul of society. In Milan, also, I see, in the Ambrosian Library, the buto her travelling companions after parting. Milan, Aug. 9, 1847.—I remained at Venice near a wee pretty well, only very weak. to R. W. E. Milan, Aug. 10, 1847.—Since writing you from Florenc to talk with me. Rome, Oct., 1847.—Leaving Milan, I went on the Lago Maggiore, and afterward inompanionship, sometimes romantic enough. In Milan I stayed awhile, and knew some radicals, young glitter of life behind at Como. My days at Milan were not unmarked. I have known some happy hobe wounded by the bodies I attract. Leaving Milan, I had a brilliant day in Parma. I had not kng out every day into Lombardy. The citadel of Milan is in the hands of my friends, Guerriere, &c.,it was before Margaret's departure for Venice, Milan, and Como, that Ossoli first offered her his h[3 more.
Siena (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
e in orange twilight, just as I reached the highest peak. I was alone on foot; I heard no sound; I prayed. At Florence, I was very ill. For three weeks, my life hung upon a thread. The effect of the Italian climate on my health is not favorable. I feel as if I had received a great injury. I am tired and woe-worn; often, in the bed, I wish I could weep my life away. However, they brought me gruel, I took it, and after a while rose up again. In the time of the vintage, I went alone to Sienna. This is a real untouched Italian place. This excursion, and the grapes, restored me at that time. When I arrived in Rome, I was at first intoxicated to be here. The weather was beautiful, and many circumstances combined to place me in a kind of passive, childlike well-being. That is all over now, and, with this year, I enter upon a sphere of my destiny so difficult, that I, at present, see no way out, except through the gate of death. It is useless to write of it; you are at a distan
Apennines (Italy) (search for this): chapter 11
children peeping through the vines. Sweet soul of love! I should weary of you, too; but it was glorious that day. I had another good day, too, crossing the Apennines. The young crescent moon rose in orange twilight, just as I reached the highest peak. I was alone on foot; I heard no sound; I prayed. At Florence, I was veut for my child, I would not go, till some men, now sick, know whether they shall live or die. Her child! Where was he? In Rieti,—at the foot of the Umbrian Apennines,—a day's journey to the north-east of Rome. Thither Margaret escaped with her husband, and thence she wrote the following letter: Dearest Mother,— I receivedelicious Sunday in April, of a walk which she had taken with her husband in the afternoon of that day, to the hill of San Miniato. The amethystine beauty of the Apennines,—the cypress trees that sentinel the way up to the ancient and deserted church,—the church itself, standing high and lonely on its hill, begirt with the vine
Austria (Austria) (search for this): chapter 11
iring. How much has happened since I wrote!—the resistance of Sicily, and the revolution of Naples; now the fall of Louis Philippe; and Metternich is crushed in Austria. I saw the Austrian arms dragged through the streets here, and burned in the Piazza del Popolo. The Italians embraced one another, and cried, miracolo, Providenir vows, hunted from their homes,—hunted like wild beasts; denied a refuge in every civilized land. Many of those I loved are sunk to the bottom of the sea, by Austrian cannon, or will be shot. Others are in penury, grief, and exile. May God give due recompense for all that has been endured! My mind still agitated, and my sto the Cascine. After we had taken the drive, we sat down on a stone seat in the sunny walk, to see the people pass;—the Grand Duke and his children; the elegant Austrian officers, who will be driven out of Italy when Angelino is a man; Princess Demidoff; Harry Lorrequer; an absurd brood of fops; many lovely children; many little <
Madrid (Spain) (search for this): chapter 11
reatest taste, her whole appearance and attitude, in its simple and ladylike dignity, presenting an almost ludicrous contrast to the vulgar caricature idea of George Sand. Her face is a very little like the portraits, but much finer; the upper part of the forehead and eyes are beautiful, the lower, strong and masculine, expressive of a hardy temperament and strong passions, but not in the least coarse; the complexion olive, and the air of the whole head Spanish, (as, indeed, she was born at Madrid, and is only on one side of French blood.) All these details I saw at a glance; but what fixed my attention was the expression of goodness, nobleness, and power, that pervaded the whole,— the truly human heart and nature that shone in the eyes. As our eyes met, she said, C'est vous, and held out her hand. I took it, and went into her little study; we sat down a moment, then I said, Il me fait de bien de vous voir, and I am sure I said it with my whole heart, for it made me very happy to se
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