The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No. 2, August, 1862

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Various. The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No. 2, August, 1862

AMONG THE PINES

SOUTHERN RIGHTS

MACCARONI AND CANVAS

VI

ON THE PINCIO

ROME BY NIGHT

THE MYSTERIOUS IN ART

A BATH-HUNT

GLANCES FROM THE SENATE-GALLERY

II

THE LAST DITCH

PATIENCE

REWARDING THE ARMY

JOHN McDONOGH THE MILLIONAIRE

HELTER-SKELTER PAPERS

SKETCHES OF THE ORIENT

WITCHES, ELVES, AND GOBLINS

A TRUE ROMANCE

HUGUENOTS OF NEW-YORK CITY

THE BANE OF OUR COUNTRY

THE MOLLY O'MOLLY PAPERS

VII

WOUNDED

ASTOR AND THE CAPITALISTS OF NEW-YORK

THUNDER ALL ROUND!

WAS HE SUCCESSFUL?

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

A MERCHANT'S STORY

CHAPTER I

CORN IS KING

LITERARY NOTICES

EDITOR'S TABLE

THE CONTINENTAL MONTHLY

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With that wise foresight, shared by all European rulers, the Roman Pincio was undoubtedly wedded to its purpose of keeping the idle ones very busy at the very time of day when revolutionary plots find the best hearing—before dinner. Whirling around its walks in carriages, or gently promenading under trees, among rose-bushes, and by fountains, while a large band of musicians play with spirit fine selections from the last operas, or favorite airs from old ones; the eye gratified by the sight of pleasant faces, or dwelling enraptured on the beautiful landscape spread before it—how can the brain disengage itself to think of Liberty, won through toil and battle, only to be preserved by self-denial and moral strength?

But the traveler who travels only to travel, and has the means and spirit to find pleasure wherever he goes, thinking only of what he sees, enjoys to its fullest extent the luxurious seat of the hired, white-damask-lined carriage, drawn by stalwart, heavy-limbed, coal-black horses, with sweeping tails, the white foam flying from the champed silver bits, the whole turn-out driven by a handsome, white-gloved, black-coated Roman. In solemn state and swiftly, he winds up the zig-zag road leading from the piazza Popolo, (so-called from popolo, a poplar-tree, and not as the English will have it, from popolo, the people,) and at last reaches the summit of Roman ambition—the top of the Pincian hill. He passes other carriages filled with other strangers like himself, or with titled and fashionable Romans, and finally, his carriage drawn up to one side of the broad drive in front of the semi-circle where the band plays, he descends, to walk around and chat with the friends he may find there.

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'Like a clothes-line,' said Caper.

'Ah!' continued Phlamm, with a pickled smile, 'Fancy, ever Fancy, but it is Imagination that, as it were, brings man to a level with his destiny and elevates him to the Olympium hights of the True, and all that rises much above the meedyochre. But I must not forget that this is your first visit to me studeeyoh. The painting on the easel is a view of Venice on the Grand Canal.'

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