Gleanings in Europe : $b Italy, vol. 1 of 2Cooper, James Fenimore
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Gleanings in Europe : $b Italy, vol. 1 of 2
Cooper, James Fenimore
Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851 -- Travel -- Italy; Italy -- Description and travel
I have forgotten to mention, by the way, that our own house is one of
the wonders of the district. Most travellers honour us with a call,
much to the advantage of Roberto’s pocket, for he acts as master of
ceremonies. Luckily, there is nothing to show but the _loggia_ and
the stairs, which one passes in entering, the great saloon, and the
terrace. The latter is worth the trouble of mounting a flight of steps
to see, and I believe most of the curious go away satisfied. There is,
however, a medallion in the great saloon that has the reputation of
being an Alexander the Great. It is an antique, I believe; but how far
it deserves to be called an Alexander, I cannot say. It is the head
of an enthusiast, rather than of a man of intellect; though I think
one rarely finds any of the very magnificent bumps and foreheads about
the truly distinguished. There are also a bust of Bernardo Tasso, the
father of Torquato, and a medallion of Julius Cæsar, representing him
as a youth. The Bernardo is probably authentic, as the family of the
duke is said to be connected with that of Tasso; but Roberto shows the
others, without remorse, as beyond cavil.
Of course we retire when the admirers of Tasso come to look at his
residence; but taking a peep the other day at a visitor, I recognized
a young Austrian, Baron ----, whom I had seen at Florence, and I went
out to speak to him. We chatted together half an hour; and I mention
the circumstance, because my companion betrayed a feeling that I find
is very prevalent here, on the subject of the recent accession of
General Jackson to the presidency. This feeling first discovered itself
by some questions relative to the age of the new president; for when
I mentioned that he was already an old man, I thought my acquaintance
was surprised, not to say disappointed. His expectation evidently
was that our democracies had taken the predicted course, and that we
were already tasting the sweets of a military despotism. A military
despotism, forsooth, in a country containing 2,000,000 square miles of
surface, and an army of 6,000 men!
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