As nigh as we could make out, Columbus wuz born in that house. They showed us the very room where he wuz born; but my lofty emotions in viewin’ the spot wuz quelled down with the thought that he wuz born in seven or eight other places. Poor creeter! what a time he did have from first to last!
In the Municipal Palace, among other curous and valuable relicks, we see lots of relicks of Columbus—amongst ’em some autograph letters that he had his own hand on.
Josiah sez, “He’s some like you, Samantha—ducks’ tracks is plain readin’ compared to ’em.”
I looked coldly at him, but did not dane to argy.
In a glass case, amongst lots of other things, we see the violin of Paganini, the greatest violinist that ever lived.
He, too, wuz a discoverer; divine realms of melody wuz brung to view by his heavenly vision. He wafted his hearers into that realm on the flood of melody. I took sights of comfort a-lookin’ at that old fiddle.
Divine realms of melody wuz brung to view by his heavenly vision.
When my thoughts git started back to Italy, as thoughts will, no matter where your body is—a-settin’ in the meetin’-house or out to the barn or anywhere—they always linger sort o’ lovin’ly on Venice—Venice that stands out in my mind all by itself amongst cities, jest as prominent as Thomas J. duz amongst boys.
My Josiah wuz dumbfoundered when we emerged from the depot to think that he had got to go to our tarvern in a boat; but so it wuz.