The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of EuropePrime, Samuel Irenæus
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The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of Europe
Prime, Samuel Irenæus
Europe -- Description and travel
yourself, you ask for it at the proper window. If you are a stranger,
your passport is demanded. But you had been told before coming to Spain
that no passports are required, and now you must have one merely to get
your letters. In default of a passport, you must in some way establish
your identity. This is not always easy in a foreign country, but then
nothing is easy in Spain. I got no letter from the post-office addressed
to me while I was in Spain! The noted rebel, General Prim, was a
dreadful bugbear to the authorities, and all letters addressed to me
were suspected by the local postmasters to be intended for the General.
They were therefore sent to the government, or otherwise disposed of. No
efforts to recover them were successful. Much good may they do the
people who had to read them. Some of them had hard work, I know.
Telegraphs are spreading over Spain, as they are over the world,
civilized or not. Spain is one of the last countries where they could
become popular; but the business of any kingdom that has relations with
the outside world must be armed with the telegraph, or it cannot hold
its own. In traversing wild and secluded parts of the Peninsula, I have
been surprised by finding the telegraph poles set up, and the wire
stretching on, over hill and dale. Spain is slow, and the telegraph is
not demanded here by the energy and enterprise of the people as it is
elsewhere. Despatches of more than a hundred words are not sent. To or
from any part of the Peninsula ten words may be sent for about
twenty-five cents, twenty words for fifty cents, thirty words for
seventy-five cents; but the count includes each word written by the
sender, date, address, signature, and if a word is underscored it counts
two. Great precautions are taken to insure accuracy in transmission, and
a small extra charge is made for delivery.
Before coming to Spain I had been told that the picture-gallery in
Madrid is the richest in the world. It seemed to me an idle tale, the
boast of boasting Spaniards, repeated until perhaps somebody believed,
as I certainly did not. But having seen it, day after day, for a week, I
cheerfully cast a vote in its favor. It is superior to any other in
Europe; and, of course, in the world. It is not complete in the series
of art studies. There are gaps of time which the student may desire to
see filled. But there are few who visit these great European galleries
as learners. The world comes to see them for the momentary pleasure to
be found in the contemplation of the pictures. And they will be
astonished to find that so many and so splendid pictures have been
gathered and preserved in the Spanish capital.
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