Italian Journeys

sle of Elba. We woke in a quiet, sheltered little bay, whence we could only behold, not feel, the storm left far out upon the open sea. From this we turned our heavy eyes gladly to t

ink General -- himself would not have hesitated (except, perhaps, from a profound sentiment of regret for offering the violence) to attack them. Our port was full of frightened shipping-steamers, brigs, and schooners-of all sizes and nations

kfasted forward, and the second-cabin people came aft to our deck, while the English engineer (there are English enginee

te Italian that I thought them Tuscans, but they told me they were of Sicily, where their beautiful speech first had life. Let us hear what they talked of in their divine language,

le woman with gentle brown eyes, red, red lips, and

in all, by Diana!" sa

e Devil!" says

her young brother

handsome young fellow in civil dress, near

rling his heavy blond mustach

God! You we

never sea-sick.

lare they are glad of it, though why they

hat I might know how it feels. But no!" He turned the conversation, as if his disappointment were too sore to dwell upon; and hearing our English, he made out to let us know that he had been at N