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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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n genial, lonely, irreg-ular squares, more or less planted with pol-larded sycamores, just then woolily tuftedwith their leaf-buds ; and I wdll ask the readerto think of such white light over all as comesin our own first real spring days; for in some at-mospheric qualities and effects the spring isnowhere so much alike as in America andItaly. In one of these squares the boyswere playing ball, striking it with a smalltambourine instead of a bat; in another, someyoung girls sat under a sycamore with theirsewing; and in a narrow street running outof this was the house where Galileo was born.He is known to have said that the worldmoves; but I do not believe it has movedmuch in that neighborhood since his time.His natal roof is overlooked by a lofty galleryleading into Prince Corsinis garden ; and Iwish I could have got inside of that garden;it must have been pleasanter than the streetin which Galileo was born, and which morenearly approached squalor in its condition ■ TUSCAN CITIES, 893
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than anv other street that I remember inPisa. It had fallen from no better state, andmust always have witnessed to the povertyof the decayed Florentine family from whichGalileo sprang. I left the artist there — beginning an etch-ing, as usual — and wandered back to ourhotel; for it was then in the drowsy heart ofthe late afternoon, and I believed that Pisahad done all that she could for me in one day.But she had reserved a little surprise, quaintand unimaginable enough, in a small chapelof the Chiesa Evangelica Metodista Italiana,which she suddenly showed me in a retiredstreet I wandered through. This Italian Evan-gelical Methodist Church was but a tinystructure, and it stood back from the street ina yard, with some hollies and myrtles before it — simple and plain, like a little Methodistchurch at home. It had not a frequentedlook, and I was told afterwards that theMethodists of Pisa were in that state of arrestwhich the whole Protestant movement in Italyhas fallen into, after i

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