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قراءة كتاب Glances at Europe In a Series of Letters from Great Britain, France, Italy, Switzerland, &c. During the Summer of 1851.

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Glances at Europe
In a Series of Letters from Great Britain, France, Italy, Switzerland, &c. During the Summer of 1851.

Glances at Europe In a Series of Letters from Great Britain, France, Italy, Switzerland, &c. During the Summer of 1851.

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XX. Lyons to Turin, 164 XXI. Sardinia—Italy—Freedom, 174 XXII. Pisa—The Leaning Tower (Letter Missing), 184 XXIII. First Day in the Papal States, 186 XXIV. The Eternal City, 191 XXV. St. Peter's, 201 XXVI. The Romans of To-day, 208 XXVII. Central Italy—Florence, 214 XXVIII. Eastern Italy—The Po, 222 XXIX. Venice, 231 XXX. Lombardy, 238 XXXI. Switzerland, 248 XXXII. Lucerne to Basle, 256 XXXIII. Germany, 261 XXXIV. Belgium, 268 XXXV. Paris to London, 273 XXXVI. Universal Peace Congress, 279 XXXVII. America at the World's Fair, 286 XXXVIII. England, Central and Northern, 293 XXXIX. Scotland, 303 XL. Ireland—Ulster, 308 XLI. West of Ireland—Atlantic Mails, 312 XLII. Ireland—South, 320 XLIII. Prospects of Ireland, 328 XLIV. The English, 340







GLANCES AT EUROPE.




I.

CROSSING THE ATLANTIC.


Liverpool (Eng.), April 28th, 1851.

The leaden skies, the chilly rain, the general out-door aspect and prospect of discomfort prevailing in New York when our good steamship Baltic cast loose from her dock at noon on the 16th inst., were not particularly calculated to inspire and exhilarate the goodly number who were then bidding adieu, for months at least, to home, country, and friends. The most sanguine of the inexperienced, however, appealed for solace to the wind, which they, so long as the City completely sheltered us on the east, insisted was blowing from "a point West of North"—whence they very logically deduced that the north-east storm, now some thirty-six to forty-eight hours old, had spent its force, and would soon give place to a serene and lucid atmosphere. I believe the Barometer at no time countenanced this augury, which a brief experience sufficed most signally to confute. Before we had passed Coney Island, it was abundantly certain that our freshening breeze hailed directly from Labrador and the icebergs beyond, and had no idea of changing its quarters. By the time we were fairly outside of Sandy Hook, we were struggling with as uncomfortable and damaging a cross-sea as had ever enlarged my slender nautical experience; and in the course of the next hour the high resolves, the valorous defiances, of the scores who had embarked in the settled

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