Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . usbands arms, whilsttheir glowing glances stray far and wide above the rim of the black fan they carry, 64 ITAL J The noise and the passion which run through the publicity of Italian life, continuedeep into the night; then last hasty words are spoken, yet one more stolen glance isshot from beautiful eyes, and the happy individual for whom it is intended understandsthe farewell. Around the steps of the Piazzetta—all of white marble, so that you cannotmiss them even at night—the gondolas gather again, and then separate on their differentways through the dark a
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . usbands arms, whilsttheir glowing glances stray far and wide above the rim of the black fan they carry, 64 ITAL J The noise and the passion which run through the publicity of Italian life, continuedeep into the night; then last hasty words are spoken, yet one more stolen glance isshot from beautiful eyes, and the happy individual for whom it is intended understandsthe farewell. Around the steps of the Piazzetta—all of white marble, so that you cannotmiss them even at night—the gondolas gather again, and then separate on their differentways through the dark and dead-silent canals. On the great Piazza the lights are extin-guished in the candelabra, the music ceases, and stray boatmen stretch themselves tosleep on the bases of the columns. Further and further the moonlight advances into thecentre of the Piazza, the echo of the last footstep dies away in San Moise, and then allis silent throughout the vast space. And now we hear again the murmur of the sea upon the Lido yonder. Venice. SAN PIETRO, CASTELLO. Queen of the Seas, is alone in her forsaken beauty; all her children are sleeping, wearyof noisy revelry and trivial mirth, but she sits like a musing widow, looking away beyondthe cradle that she rocks. What is this present generation ? These, the youngest of hersons, preserve no memory of the former glories of their race—of the beauty of theirmother, of the passions that thrilled through her when the great ones of the earth werevying with each other for her favour. They are like children who sport artlessly amidthe ruined splendours of their ancestral home. It was thus that the city appeared to me one solitary night; the setting moon hunglow in the heavens like a lamp that faintly illuminates a sleeping chamber ; the rockingcradle was the sea, and a faint movement in the air seemed to be the sighs of the beautifulwidowed Venice. But morning succeeds to night. At an early hour next day, when everything wasfull of life and su
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