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Story of an Emigrant.
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thousands of tame doves, the belfry of St. Mark’s, the
palace of the Doges, the marble pillars of the winged lions, and
finally, the most remarkable of all, the wonderful church
with its irregular, yet harmonious, unique and impressive
architecture. In the church wrere seen ordinary visitors
roaming about under the domes, humble worshipers
counting their beads and rosaries, closely-shaved monks and royal
officers with clanging sabres, and artists busy writh their
studies.
With a shudder I crossed the Bridge of Sighs, with its
horrid associations, and spent a quarter of an hour in the dark
dungeons to which it leads, and in which so many poor
mortals, prisoners often without accusers and guiltless of
crime, had sighed and suffered through the cruelties of man
to man, well knowing that when they crossed that bridge
into the dungeon, they had left all earthly hope behind.
In Venice I parted with my American companion, Mr.
Robins, in whose company I had traveled all the way from
Madras.
Having promised to be in Holland at an early day, I was
compelled to hurry, and left Venice on the evening of the
second day. This time I took the route through the St.
Gotthard tunnel, which is nine and a half miles long, and
through which it takes nearly half an hour to pass. The
beautiful lake Como and the grand Alpine scenery have been
so often described, that I consider it superfluous to dwell on
them in these pages.
In Mayennes I left the railroad and took the steamer down
the beautiful Rhine to Cologne, passing the vine-clad hills
and the mediaeval castles, in delightful conversation with
some American and Swedish tourists just returning from the
German watering places.
From Cologne I traveled by rail to Rotterdam, where I
arrived June 9th, and met my old friend, G. P. Ittman, one
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