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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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FALL OF THE LIRIS NEAR ISOLA. FROM THE GRAN SASSO DITALIA TO VESUVIUS. 347 handsome, and well able to bear a good share of their countrys fate on their broadshoulders. But for this, it might be well that the earthquake should knock down a fewmore churches ! For Aquila is still, as in the days when it took decided part with thePope, a remarkably pious city. The numerous churches,—amongst which Santa Maria di
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ALBA. Collemaggio, Santa Maria del Soccorso, San Bernardino di Siena, San Domenico, and fouror five others, are the most interesting,—leave no room for industrial buildings. If therewere not a little traffic in garden produce and cattle, there would be absolutely no livingat all ! A short walk carries us away from the poverty-stricken present, to classic antiquity, afragment of which remains in the ruins on yonder sunburnt hill. The Aternus flowsthrough the valley, and this was once Amiternum, the beautiful city of the Sabines, nowre-christened San Vittorino. What an indigent saint he must be,—or what an ascetic !For the handful of houses which bear his name consist of mud, and broken fragments ofantiquity : and the narrow streets are carpeted by manure, a foot deep. In the midst ofthe dung-heaps lies a colossal, headless Minerva, and the street pigs rub themselves againstthe folds of her drapery. Down the valley the foundations still remain of the amphi-theatre, whose arena is no

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