. Reminiscences; the story of an emigrant. of the ancient Egyptians. The following day I took the train for Alexandria. Therailroad follows the river Nile in its general course. Thevalley is densely populated, and wretched mud houses andvillages appear in ever\^ direction. The cholera had nowbroken out in its. most deadly form, and we saw many deadand dying at the stations. The steamer Tanjore lay readyto sail for Europe, and I was soon comfortably quartered inone of its spacious cabins. 282 Story of ax Emigrant. On Sunday, June 3d, a beautiful Italian day, as we wererapidly steaming north thr
. Reminiscences; the story of an emigrant. of the ancient Egyptians. The following day I took the train for Alexandria. Therailroad follows the river Nile in its general course. Thevalley is densely populated, and wretched mud houses andvillages appear in ever\^ direction. The cholera had nowbroken out in its. most deadly form, and we saw many deadand dying at the stations. The steamer Tanjore lay readyto sail for Europe, and I was soon comfortably quartered inone of its spacious cabins. 282 Story of ax Emigrant. On Sunday, June 3d, a beautiful Italian day, as we wererapidly steaming north through the Adriatic sea, we couldsee the coast of Greece to the right and that of Italy to theleft. We arrived at Brindisi the same afternoon, and atVenice two davs later. Surely the beauties of nature and ofart that meet the eye in thi.^ lovely city seem to be the climaxof everything beautiful on earth, and, quietly gliding forwardduring many hours through numerous canals in a half-dreamy, hall-waking condition, with two silent gondoliers. RIALTO BRIDGE IN VE>aCE. at the oars, I could scarcely realize whether this was a beau-tiful dream, an illus-ion, or reality. The next morning, accompanied by an interpreter, I walkedthrough St. Marks square, carefully studying its manywonderful attractions, its splendid shops, the clock, the Story of an Emigrant. 283 thousands of tame doves, the belfry of St. Marks, the pal-ace of the Doges, the marble pillars of the winged lions, andfinally, the most remarkable of all, the wonderful churchwith its irregular, yet harmonious, unique and impressivearchitecture. In the church were seen ordinary visitorsroaming about under the domes, humble worshipers count-ing their beads and rosaries, closely-shaved monks and royalofficers with clanging sabres, and artists busy with theirstudies. With a shudder I crossed the Bridge of Sighs, with its hor-rid associations, and spent a quarter of an hour in the darkdungeons to which it leads, and in which so m
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