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236 A CANTER OVER THE CAMPAGNA*
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XlillL—A CANTEROYEE THE CAMPAGNA,
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"Well! Rome would be a charming place if...
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Son of earth , but heir of heaven , " Vindicate thy vacant throne :
Win the place to victors given , Make the crown of life thine own .
W . S . D _.
236 A Canter Over The Campagna*
236 A CANTER OVER THE CAMPAGNA *
Xlilll—A Canteroyee The Campagna,
XlillL—A _CANTEROYEE THE CAMPAGNA ,
"Well! Rome Would Be A Charming Place If...
" Well ! Rome would be a charming place if it were not for its '
sights ! " was the somewhat original remark of a young * lady , one of our large riding partyas we passed through a venerable
, gateway in the Roman wall , and exchanged the vile pavement of the Roman streets for a grassy lane leading directly on the Campagna .
Though . I joined in the laugh , occasioned by the sentiment , I confess in my heart I sympathised with it .
As we cantered over the soft springy turf , I could only feel p their ity for way _tlie throug scores h of , the English dirty we streets had left , in , Murray conscientious in hand search , picking of
the ruins , ch . urch . es , galleries , & c . & c , the said Murray ruthlessly assures them must be seen by every intelligent visitor to Rome .
Wonderful and beautiful as are some of " the sights" of Rome , I know none which could compete with the grand panorama which
spread out before us , as we emerged from the lane on to the open _. Campagna . Those far-off mountain peaks lifting their snowy
summits right against the clear sky ; the nearer hill , where the deep blue shadows are alternating with brightest gleams of sunlight ; and :
the ruin-covered , desolate Campagna , stretching on , and on , in unbroken monotonyto their feet— -form a picture such as man
, never has painted , and never can paint ; but , even as I write , remembrances of many hours of intense enjoyment spent in
theglorious galleries and mighty churches , rise up and reproach my fickle taste and ungrateful memory . The truth is , both Rome
and the Campagna are so full of beauty and interest , when called upon to decide between them , I feel inclined to give the
invariableanswer of a child to the question , which of the good things it will have— " I think both ' s best . "
Though February has not yet passed away ; , the weather is soft and warm as April is in England ; and brightly as the sun
shines at times , those dark rolling clouds tell of probable heavy April-like showers . The prudent member of our party , ( there
is always one in every company who , Cassandra-like , foretells all manner of woes ) is all for turning back ; but as he stands ominously
, shaking his head , and solemnly pointing to the clouds with his
riding-whip , we rush past him in careless disregard of his warnings _.
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Dec. 1, 1862, page 236, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01121862/page/20/
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