Italy: An Afternoon in Italy

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AN AFTERNOON IN ITALY.
An afternoon is a short time to spend in any country, is it
not ? But after all it is better than nothing, and if I can suc­ceed
in giving you just a few bright pictures of sunny and beauti-
1' ful Italy in the time set apart for my talk, I shall be sure, at
least, to create in you a desire to see it for yourself. I do not
speak as an experienced traveller. I have nothing profound or
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learned to offer you. Our A~in Italy will be rather a
social diversion--a sort of a gallden party where congenial friends
meet and gaily wander from one bed of fiowers to another, delight­ing
in the beauty of each, plucking a roa& he:r:e and a lily there,
inhaling now the sweet fragrance of the violets, and now th~ deli-
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cious aroma of some blossoming shrub, and when the sun goes down . ,
say, good bye~ and go home wi~h a mind ful l of pleasant memories,
though not a scientific fact has been demonstrated or a new truth
discovered. )
~~e sailed November 12, 1892 from New York directly for Genoa
on the fine ship Kaiser Wilhelm of the North German Lloyd Line,
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