Venice

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 685, 4 November 1876, Page 1 (Supplement)

Venice

Venies has no poet ! She has been oe1e» brated hy stran?era, bat never ia her ' •wn muucal tongue by a ton of her own. All tne gre»t ssngi of It»ly bay« oome from other r«giom ; not only the Divine Comedy, which WMuld bo out of plaoe among thoaa gleaming watery w*\s, but even the light-storied ■train i of the D.oatneron, the lovq-aonnett | which woul 1 have chitneJ ao sweetly to th« | measure of the wavos. Made ia everyhwer* about, but artioul tte verae nowhere, Ah a«t tous lea Foaitia'ua ohanCeqt, aiyg in bad French, aud with a certain Ton tonic oob* tempt, the Gorman waUing-maid, ' tnifflag disdainfully with broad Tontonio note at the soft harm mies that rija from • thef flouting oh )ir ia the gondola ontaide the window. A.ll Venetiont aing ; and no doubt there arc humble popular poeta here aa elaewhere w It* a!y -a hundred nameleu loog-makera, wb* supply the want* of the prople ; bat no voias (<re it enough to have been he»rd beyoni'tho lagoous has risen out of Venice proper,- exoepia toaei of statecraft and diplomacy— -ia roar of cmnon, cm the painter'a ■till Itwt gaacje, the poabry of art. Even kind old Goldora, witn his lively dramas, is a G'hieziote and our own Byron u the greatest poetical recollection whioh one heart of along to* noble poetic course of that canal highway, every housd of whioh, reflected with all its lights in the danoiug water, is of itstlf a poem. —

'My inn' Mid an hit'eououate mother to her Son, who lired a little way from her, and ex- | peotad in.a short time to get married, 'yon I •••• getting very thin.' 'Yes, mcthor, he repl'e', 'I am, and when 1 come next I think yon will »c« my rib.' , £) < t seems really like .madness, to inorease thtr rate of speed on railways yettherais some talk |of no dotag, even as if the late calamities were quite unheeded, and contained no warn- , iag that speed U already overdone. By. theby, what is it psople want to get " there " foe ao quiokly-for when "there" ninetynine out of a hundrod hajre nothing partiottlar to do that oonld not be done en the, raerr.>w, aad tind tjme to hang on their hand»rthou«h to pain that ,idla co»di*ipn Wi.y haw ruined their Uvea. in nndnf ape Mot? •Great Expeptationi.'— Tom (to 3^aek' Wfco had just received a letter ) :— Yon look preoioiu down, old man! Nothing Wrong, k here wUh the' rich old Mint who's been so bad I hope she's >ot worse.'— Jack ;—'N«o o —she's better 1' ' What are you - confidence opejraton ?' iaid a gruff old fellow to two Mitltt beggar t»irls, who aaked for alms. • JTo, air, 1 said the sinallelt, with oharming aimplieity. <no air ; but we 'opes to be.' „ 4 ' The books that make a sensation are those that are unreadable. They are like indigestible dinners. The. dinners that are easily digested are never spoken of, the next day Novel Featurei.-Udy : 'Too bad-bad, B Jiloy ! Only your aeoontt morning here and you »ro quite intoxicated I'— Gardiner : 'Noah % bu ! Liok ai/in. my ladioh j itih otcaasa 1 m new ! Mtaesh a faos as you matt get uahtod to, and then you'll find I ain't half so draaksh ash I mi^ht shttoa to* strangor f