Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . VIEW FROM THE GIARDINO GIUSTI, VERONA. OF THE VERONA. 45 awakens in us the love-charm of those images ; it is not the broken sarcophagus whichmakes that death-scene present to our minds. All these things have long been a perfectpicture in our souls, and haunt us with a secret spell wherever we see a long range oflighted palace windows. These recollections belong to the whole town of Verona, andnot alone to the deserted street to which tradition has banislled them. The house which is now said to be the palace of the Capulets stands in the Via SanSebastiano, a
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . VIEW FROM THE GIARDINO GIUSTI, VERONA. OF THE VERONA. 45 awakens in us the love-charm of those images ; it is not the broken sarcophagus whichmakes that death-scene present to our minds. All these things have long been a perfectpicture in our souls, and haunt us with a secret spell wherever we see a long range oflighted palace windows. These recollections belong to the whole town of Verona, andnot alone to the deserted street to which tradition has banislled them. The house which is now said to be the palace of the Capulets stands in the Via SanSebastiano, and a hat (capcllo) hewn out of stone is said to be the confirmation of the. VALSTAGNA. legend. But the wild noises that resound from within, and the utensils piled pell-mell inthe courtyard, show that the place is now a tavern. It is in bad repute even among theinhabitants, and we gladly turn our backs on it. La tomba di Giulietta/ the coffinwhich once contained the bodies of both the lovers, stands in the former courtyard of theconvent of Franciscan nuns; it is of red granite, and the edges of it are much crumbledaway. The cover, on which the names were once to be read, has disappeared years ago ;for during a long time the empty sarcophagus served as a trough for water, and strangershands were at liberty to break off fragments of the stone as relics. At the present day asharper watch is kept, and a couple of withered wreaths, placed there by unknown hands,lie upon the cracked edge of the coffin. The first time I saw Verona,—before 1866,—it was still in the possession of theAustrians ; and if one did not feel oneself to be precisely in a fortress, for whi
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