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[59r°] That same breeze appeared to move the light veils of widows and ribbons adorning the hair of young girls. Papa was as thrilled as we were. He had been fatigued somewhat in Switzerland, but now, his customary gaiety returning, he enjoyed the beautiful sight we were contemplating; his artistic soul was revealed in the expressions of faith and admiration clearly evident [5] on his handsome face. An old gentleman (French), who no doubt did not possess as poetic a soul, looked at us critically and said in bad humor, pretending he was sorry he could not share our admiration: “Ah! what enthusiasts these French people really are!” I believe this poor man would have been better off to remain at home, for he did not [10] appear to me to be happy with his trip. He was frequently close to us and complaints were coming from his mouth constantly: he was unhappy with the carriages, the hotels, the people, the cities, everything. Papa, with his habitual kindness, tried to console him by offering him his place, etc.; he himself felt at home everywhere, being of a temperament directly [15] opposite that of his disobliging neighbor. Ah! what different personages we saw, and what an interesting study the world is when one is ready to leave it!

At Venice, the scene changed completely; instead of the noise of the great cities one heard in the solitude nothing but the cries of the gondoliers and the murmur of the [20] waves agitated by their oars. Venice was not without its charms, but I found this city sad. The palace of the Doges is splendid, however it too is sad where gold, wood, the most precious statues and paintings of the masters are on display. For a long time now its arches have ceased to resound with the voices of Governors pronouncing the sentence of life or death in the rooms through which we passed. The unfortunate prisoners who were once locked up in these underground cells and



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