Title | Scraps from an artist's sketchbook |
Alternative Title | Scraps from an artist's sketch book, with illustrations from the author's original sketches in Rome, Florence, and Venice , photographed by J. Greer, Pendleton |
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Publisher | Daily Chronicle |
Date | 1877 |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Extent | 118 pages; 12 leaves; 19 cm |
Original Item Location | DG427 .R68 1877 |
Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b2395052~S11 |
Digital Collection | Exotic Impressions: Views of Foreign Lands |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/exotic |
Repository | Kenneth Franzheim II Rare Books Room, William R. Jenkins Architecture and Art Library, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/william-r-jenkins-architecture-art-library |
Use and Reproduction | No Copyright - United States |
Identifier | exotic_201304_003 |
Title | Page 45 |
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File Name | exotic_201304_003_059.jpg |
Transcript | ROME. 45 been suggested by the host that a certain song, written some seven years ago on a former visit, would be very acceptable, we could only comply, stating by way of preface that a great change for the better, in the sanitary arrangement of the city, had taken place since Rome had become the capital of Italy. If cleanliness is next to godliness, Rome at the period of our last visit was a long way off. Now, happily, the sight and senses are not shocked in the midst of the greatest monuments in the world. Silence! gentlemen, for GOING OVER TO ROME. Going over to Rome to see the grand dome Of St. Peter, who's charge of the keys, And sits in state there all in his bronzed chair, Not in the least inconvenienced by fleas ; But for filth and for flies—beggars, humbug, and lies, Priests, cardinals, soldiers, and Pope, Lay brothers who vie with lay sisters, my eye! Don't they all want a touch of the rope. You can't pass a street, but you're certain to meet Some old women with orders of merit, For begging and cant, which the holy men grant, As rewards, whilst they stink like a ferret. Every day's for some saint, who's portrait in paint, Or in marble is seen in a flutter, Processions, a bore, with fountains a score, And all kinds of dirt in the gutter. |