Rafael in Italy : $b A geographical reader — John Shaqi
Rafael in Italy : $b A geographical readerMcDonald, Etta Blaisdell
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Rafael in Italy : $b A geographical reader
McDonald, Etta Blaisdell
Children -- Italy -- Juvenile literature
The book is full of pictures of Italian life. One sees the children
feeding the pigeons in Venice, the Easter festival in Florence, the
vintage with its merry-making in Tuscany, the Roman ruins, the
picturesque street-life in Naples with its noise and gayety, and the
silent streets of Pompeii. There are many such pen pictures of Italian
life, and the story should appeal to the imagination of the child and
awaken his interest in Italy and its people.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I AN EVENING IN VENICE 1
II VIVA L'ITALIA! 6
III RAFAEL'S TRAINED TOPS 11
IV STREETS OF VENICE 16
V STRINGING VENETIAN BEADS 21
VI SUNSET FROM THE TOWER OF SAN GIORGIO 28
VII A CHAT ABOUT VERONA 36
VIII EDITH'S FLORENTINE MOSAIC 41
IX RAFAEL LEAVES VENICE 46
X GATHERING GRAPES IN TUSCANY 51
XI A MARATHON RUN TO ROME 62
XII "THE GOLDEN MILESTONE" 72
XIII A RAMBLE IN ROME 76
XIV A MORNING IN THE COLOSSEUM 85
XV MERRY NAPLES 95
XVI THE BURIED CITY 103
XVII THE MAGIC OF THE FOUNTAIN 110
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ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
On the Appian Way _Frontispiece in Color_
The Grand Canal, Venice 2
Children feeding Pigeons in the Piazza of
St. Mark, Venice 11
Gateway of San Sebastian, Rome 68
Ruins of the Claudian Aqueduct 78
The Colosseum at Rome 88
The boys of Naples eating macaroni 99
Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius 103
"The army of boys bearing baskets of earth from
the excavations of Pompeii" 106
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RAFAEL IN ITALY
CHAPTER I
AN EVENING IN VENICE
It was a glorious summer evening. The moon, rising over the city of
Venice, shone down on towers and domes and marble palaces, and made a
golden path in the rippling waters of the lagoon.
The squares of the city were all ablaze with lights, while from every
window and balcony twinkling jets of flame found their reflection in
the canals, and lengthened into shimmering arrows of gold.
There were no sounds save the calls of the boatmen, the soft lapping
of the waves against the marble walls and steps, and occasional
strains of music from the military band in the Piazza of St. Mark.
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