. The spell of Italy. e httle hamlet at which wedecided to pitch our tent. We fancied that we haddiscovered it, and for a day felt access of self-con-fidence in our penetration. Presently it appearedthat Faido was an old haunt of John Ruskin andother people of consequence. For this we loved theplace more, however, not less, with its keenly out-Uned mountains, its ceaseless sound of the Ticinosplunging water, its ancient chalets, its green meadowsembroidered BotticelH-wise with delicate wild flowersand run through by small, brimming brooks. From Faido, when Italy called us irresistibly, wecame
. The spell of Italy. e httle hamlet at which wedecided to pitch our tent. We fancied that we haddiscovered it, and for a day felt access of self-con-fidence in our penetration. Presently it appearedthat Faido was an old haunt of John Ruskin andother people of consequence. For this we loved theplace more, however, not less, with its keenly out-Uned mountains, its ceaseless sound of the Ticinosplunging water, its ancient chalets, its green meadowsembroidered BotticelH-wise with delicate wild flowersand run through by small, brimming brooks. From Faido, when Italy called us irresistibly, wecame back through the glorious Ticino Valley byBellinzona to Locarno, at the Swiss end of LakeMaggiore. We approached this lake with somesecret prepossession against its rival claims withComo, to which we were now ardently devoted. Atfirst we held hard to our conviction that Como wasfar more beautiful; but as we sailed southward byIntra and Pallanza, and the snow-clad mountainsrose into view above the Borromean Islands, we. In the North 327 were forced to admit Maggiores surpassing grandeurand majesty of scenery, while we shall always insistupon the unparalleled beauty of detail of the Larianshores. And now, despite all my loyalty to Tremezzo andComo, I must confess that having lost my heartthere, I was fain to lose it again on Maggiore, thepoint which appeared most advantageous for thisprocess being Stresa. Upon what the Pensionebooklet styles a smiUng slope above the littletown stands the Pensione Villa Beau-Sejour. Here,so says this neat and veracious document, thevisitor falls into ecstasy; the pure, fresh air of thehill is inhaled in copious draughts, the wearied soul isrelieved, and the attractions of a position so charmingawaken thought to meditation. . Moreover, theclimate has already (!) been recommended by veryeminent physicians to several persons. . Thewalks are ravishing, the road above the Beau-Sejourunfolds like an elegant ribbon with graceful sinuosi-ties, etc. Truly
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