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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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n spells; working its own will upon themind of him who dares boldly to intrude upon this record of thecenturies, this silent witness of the ages, where all the air asolemn stillness holds: the stillness of death and decay; sad witnessto the fact that Time passes ** flying on mighty pinions, and thateach one bears within him the burden of the Eastern proverb : Thisalso shall pass away. So we left Rome with emotions of sorrow and regret, and turnedour faces towards Florence. It was evening when we reached the famous city and twilight wasbeginning to veil the town. The last time I had entered the stationwas at six oclock one winters morning. It was bitterly cold. Acutting wind was blowing ; snow lay upon the distant hills. I hadbeen travelling all night, and one knows what that means in Italy.Uncomfortable carriages, hard cushions, a jolting, rattling train.This through the night. And in the morning stiffened limbs and achingheads. The porters had cried out Firenze ! Firenze ! and thrown
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wo w o 132 In Simny Climes. wide the doors, but the refreshment rooms were barred and bolted,and coffee was not forthcoming even for a kings ransom. Thisthe fair city of flowers with its balmy air and genial skies ? I hadnever felt anything more cruelly cold in the most Northern latitudes. But on the evening of which I now write all was different. Theskies were bright and beautiful. The far-off hills were guiltless ofsnow. The heat was intense. The omnibus of the Hotel de la Paixwas in waiting, and we were soon rattling through the streets of theFair City. We had it to ourselves, for no other travellers had alightedfor the hotel which is the best in Florence, and, be it said, one ofthe most expensive in Italy : exorbitant in some of its charges. Butits situation is good. From our windows we could watch the flowingArno, separated from us only by the road. Lower down was thewonderful Ponte Vecchio with its quaint old houses and lovely oldshops, where a perfect blaze of turquoise, coral

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