Rafael in Italy / A Geographical Reader

ourtyard of the palace, up the Giant's Staircase and through great rooms, unti

vely?" Rafael

ing of the balcony and snapped a picture of the two column

," she said, "and when they see that I have taken

o everyone in the United State

e saw that he was serious she answered, "Oh dear! no; only to my friends, wh

come to my country," he aske

uy a string of Venetian bea

away with you a more precious necklace than your glass one, if you

I have begun to string such a necklace. My memory of St. Mark's Cathedral is one of the beads, and this splendid square is

where the canals were narrow and dirty, where the houses were old and crumbling

at memory picture into

noon we will climb the bell-tower of San Giorgio when the sun is setting, and there you

n the pavement below, where three fl

ere hardy sailors, bold adventurers, and rich merchants in those days; and it was an honor for Morea and the eastern islands of Candia and Cypru

stfully," said

here was no place in the whole world where so much pomp and magnif

of state, in which, for hundreds of years, the Doge used every year to go out to the entrance of the

nds, came to see the ceremony. It was a marvellous sight t

palace to the wharf, where the ship of state waited for them; and thousands of magnifice

Edith objected. "A procession of black

asted their fortunes in decorating their gondolas extravagantly with rich carvings, gold ornaments, and gorgeou

many rings out

o much splendor. "Let us go to the Lido for a s

the water more than a hundred years ago," he said. "Th

the cathedral. "They are the only horses in our whole city," he said. "They are al

the Emperor Constantine, where they were kept many hundreds of years. Dandolo, a Doge of Venice, conqu

nd have been there ever since, except for a visit of ei

. "They look as if they were eager to

ve those bronze horses. No one will

"how else would we know what horses are

re fell," said Mrs. Sprague; "this new one that the

talians," he said; "if it is a great piece of art which we

old tower more than any of us, because they u

h about the Lid

e of the pictures inside the palace, and at the du

the dungeons," she said; "and I can look at the Bridge o

repeated the names of three of the great painters wh

e pictures which Rafael pointed out to her in the long rooms. "If I find more of

ill find their works in every city. It may not always be the paintings

reams our great Italians have had," he said. "My mother says that no dream, no thou

ace and across the Piazzetta to the steps where his little

n Italy was ended, she wa