. Papers ... the confusedmurmur from ships loading and unloading in the Giudecca,the soft throb of the little steamers which ply about; thetink, tink, tink on a vessel, perhaps miles away, undergoingrepair, and the dull hammering with wooden mallets ofdried fish on the mooring posts of the Riva, were heardclearly through the morning air. Arising, I looked outside ; the morning was a pale grey,with undefined low-hanging clouds. San Giorgio, with itsruddy campanile and white-marble facade, was reflected inthe calm sea and haziness dimmed the distant Liddo, theGiudecca and Grand Canals. Suddenly
. Papers ... the confusedmurmur from ships loading and unloading in the Giudecca,the soft throb of the little steamers which ply about; thetink, tink, tink on a vessel, perhaps miles away, undergoingrepair, and the dull hammering with wooden mallets ofdried fish on the mooring posts of the Riva, were heardclearly through the morning air. Arising, I looked outside ; the morning was a pale grey,with undefined low-hanging clouds. San Giorgio, with itsruddy campanile and white-marble facade, was reflected inthe calm sea and haziness dimmed the distant Liddo, theGiudecca and Grand Canals. Suddenly a slight breath ofwind passed across the water, marking a ripple line sharp asthe wake of a wild fowl on a mere. The grey clouds beganat once to move, and they descended in vapour, envelopingthe Salute and the palaces of the Grand Canal in theirembrace. The sun as quickly gleamed on the figure ofFortune holding high the sail of commerce above the mun-dane globe upon which she pirouettes to the breeze ; and as. VENICE. Drawn by Thomas Kay. Engraved by H. Wat kin son.(See p. 240.) Of THEMIVmiTY OF lU/NO/S A VENETIAN SKETCH. 241 tenderly as a bridegroom takes off the veil from his beloved,so did the sun lift up the fog from Venice, changing thecolour of the water from an ashen grey to a delicate tur-quoise, and flashing on the wavelets sparkling coruscationsof light to environ and adorn her elegance. BeautifulVenice! Bride of the sea ! thou art as charming this springmorning to me as thou couldst have been in those past timeswhen wedded to the Adriatic, although the pomp andvanity of paltry show are absent, A thin tinkle, tinkle sound from a weedy guitar was heardfrom below, and an ancient minstrel, blind and bent withage, was led forward by a woman. He faintly preluded withthe strings ; and the woman, with anxious gaze, scanned thewindows above. She, like other Venetian women, was bare-headed, and wore the savate,* in the usual slipshod old man at first began to sing
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