Do not fancy that I repine at being here because I turn with fond
affection to the scene of my earliest days. I delight in Italy; I
glory in its splendor of sky and land and water. I never weary of its
beauteous vegetation, and my ear drinks in with equal pleasure the soft
accents of its language; but I always feel that these things are to
be treasured for memory to be enjoyed hereafter, just as the emigrant
labors for the gold he is to spend in his own country. In this wise, it
may be, when wandering along some mountain "boreen" at home, sauntering
of a summer's eve through some waving meadow, that Italy in all its
brightness will rise before me, and I will exalt in my heart to have
seen the towers of the Eternal City, and watched the waves that sleep in
"still Sorrento."
We leave this to-morrow for Spezia, there to pass a few days; our object
being to loiter slowly along till papa can finally decide whether to go
back or forward: for so is it, my dearest friend, all our long-planned
tour and its pleasures have resolved themselves into a hundred
complications of finance and fashionable acquaintances.
One might have supposed, from our failures in these attempts, that we
should have learned at least our own unfitness for success. The very
mortifications we have suffered might have taught us that all the
enjoyment we could ever hope to reap could not repay the price of a
single defeat. Yet here we are, just as eager, just as short-sighted,
just as infatuated as ever, after a world that will have "none of
us," and steadily bent on storming a position in society that, if won
to-morrow, we could not retain.
I suppose that our reverses in this wise must have attained some
notoriety, and I am even prepared to hear that the Dodd family have
made themselves unhappily conspicuous by their unfortunate attempt at
greatness; but I own, dearest friend, that I am not able to contemplate
with the same philosophical submission the loss of good men's esteem and
respect, to which these failures must expose US--an instance of which, I
tremble to think, has already occurred to us.
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