. With sabre and scalpel : the autobiography of a soldier and surgeon . ld: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul;The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee,Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came awaythe city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage, a night-mare. I saw and still see that marvelous sculpture, TheGladiator, the eternal protest of the human heart againstthe thousands butchered to make a Roman holiday. Isaw the wild beasts crouching and springing on their help-less victims in the arena, while the vast crowd of civilizedsavages looked down fro
. With sabre and scalpel : the autobiography of a soldier and surgeon . ld: Oh, Rome! my country, city of the soul;The orphans of the heart must turn to Thee,Lone Mother of dead Empires! I longed to see the Rome of Byron. When I came awaythe city of the soul was a phantom city, a mirage, a night-mare. I saw and still see that marvelous sculpture, TheGladiator, the eternal protest of the human heart againstthe thousands butchered to make a Roman holiday. Isaw the wild beasts crouching and springing on their help-less victims in the arena, while the vast crowd of civilizedsavages looked down from the amphitheater of the Coli-seum, untouched by pity at the awful scene; I saw trailingin chains in the dust of Caesars triumphal chariot the brave,the noble, the vanquished but still unconquered Vincenge-torix, and then great Caesar himself stabbed in the back byhis trusted friends! This was Romes boasted civilization—the quintessence of cruelty, the refinement of history is written in blood. From Pisa, Rapallo, Milano, Venice, and the lakes we 402. A CHAMOIS ON GUARD A snap-shot taken by the author, from the Bonaparte Trail, over the GreatSt. Bernard Pass WITH SABRE AND SCALPEL wandered to Novara, a quaint and most attractive old city,so far out of the beaten path of travel that few Americansdiscover it. I would not have known of it but for mystudy of Bonapartes campaign, for this was one of histowns, and I had come to lead an expedition of my ownover the Alps by the Great St. Bernard Pass, the route theFirst Consul followed when he came down in the rear of theAustrians and fought the battle of Marengo. There was train-passage to Ivrea, at the mouth of theValley of Aosta, and up this valley to the village with thesame name. At Aosta the two routes from the Rhone Valley,one by the Little, the other by the Great St. Bernard Pass,unite. Over the former Hannibal came with his train ofelephants in October, two thousand years before Bonapartemarched down the other
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