Instead of a week or fortnight passed in loitering about these
mysterious, narrow streets, each one of which is a picture, poking into
crypts, and groping along the aisles of those dim churches, and then
issuing forth into the blaze of sunshine to see the blue sea heaving
in mighty masses on the rocky shore, we came here to see some vulgar
spectacle of a circus or a tournament. By ill-luck, too, even
this pleasure has proved abortive; a very mortifying, I might say
humiliating, discovery awaited us, and we have, for shame's sake, taken
our refuge in flight from one of the most interesting cities in the
whole peninsula.
I am ashamed to confess to you how ill I have borne the disappointment.
The passing glimpses I caught here and there of steep old alleys, barely
wide enough for three to go abreast; the little squares, containing some
quaint monument or some fantastic fountain; the massive iron gateways,
showing through the bars the groves of orange-trees within; the wide
portals, opening on great stairs of snow-white marble,--all set me
a-dreaming of that proud Genoa, with its merchant-princes, who combined
all the haughty characteristics of a feudal state with the dashing
spirit of a life of enterprise.
The population, too, seemed as varied in type as the buildings around
them. The bronzed, deep-browed Ligurian--the "Faquino"--by right of
birth, stood side by side with the scarcely less athletic Dalmatian. The
Arab from Tiflis, the Suliote, the Armenian, the dull-eyed Moslem, and
the treacherous-looking Moor were all grouped about the Mole, with a
host of those less picturesque figures that represent Northern Europe.
There, was heard every language and every dialect. There, too, seen
the lineaments of every nation, and the traits of every passion that
distinguish a people. Just as on the deep blue water that broke beside
them were ships of every build, from the proud three-decker to the swift
"lateen," and from the tall, taper spare of the graceful clipper to the
heavily rounded, low-masted galliot of the Netherlands.
I own to you that however the actual life of commerce may include
commonplace events and commonplace people, there is something about the
sea and those that live on the great waters that always has struck me as
eminently poetical.
The scene, the adventurous existence, the strange faraway lands they
have visited, the Spice Islands of the South, the cold shores of the
Arctic Seas, the wondrous people with whom they have mingled, the
dangers they have confronted,--all invest the sailor with a deep
interest to me, and I regard him ever as one who has himself been an
actor in the great drama of which I have only read the outline.
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