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 Commemorative of my recent trip' 'In Foreign Lands," 
 
 
 g^« gUspjecifnUg g^bkattb to 
 
 
 MY FRIENDS. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
PREFACE 
 
 djIfTT has always been my desire to view the 
 2a jll scenes celebrated for their antiquity and re- 
 vP[)ll.nown, to gaze upon the sepulchres of Kings, 
 the crumbling ruins of ancient palaces, to 
 breath, amid the towering summit of the Alps, 
 the air where majestic sublimity reigns supreme ; 
 ordeep in subterranean caverns of the earth, look 
 upon the sarcophagus of Prophets, Priests and 
 Kings, and, approaching, read hieroglyphics that 
 still withstand the shock of time. 
 
 All these mighty antiquities of ancient renown 
 lay enshrined in traditions whose origin is lost 
 in the dust of centuries. To me, the iron finger 
 of time traces, amid the ashes and debris of ages, 
 lessons written in an imperishable language : 
 
 "Day unto day uttereth speech 
 And night unto night showeth forth knowledge." 
 
 Lessons which all the nations of the earth can 
 read, teaching mankind the immutability of our 
 great Creator, and immortality of the soul. 
 
 " For though Heaven and Earth pass away, 
 The word of the Lord endureth forever." 
 
 To you, dear friends, I trust they may awaken 
 the same emotions, and to whom Ipresent these 
 pages as a slight memento of my regard and 
 esteem. 
 
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 DANIEL F. BEATTY. 
 
 HE eastern hills tinged with amber 
 and gold, foretold the day would be 
 bright and glorious. The waking 
 birds sung out their sweetest carol- 
 ings; the purling brook — " the incense 
 breathing morn," — all nature itself 
 seemed to join in one general anthem of praise 
 to God for the new born day — the one I had 
 chosen for my long contemplated trip to Europe. 
 Friday, August 2d, 1878, will long be remem- 
 bered and cherished as commemorative of the 
 most eventful period of my life; not so much 
 from the mere fact of my departure for Europe, 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 as from the warm and hearty ' ' send off " I ex 
 perienced from the good citizens of Washington, 
 New Jersey. 
 
 As the hour approached, the bustle and com- 
 motion seemed to intensify. Brilliant equipages, 
 four in hand, drew up, one after another in front 
 
 BEATTY BUILDING. 
 
 of the Beatty Building, betokening, unbeknown 
 to me, a preconcerted and well organized plan of 
 action. Accompanied by my dear father and 
 brother, my noble band of clerks, and a goodly 
 representation of the citizens of Washington, 
 New Jersey, I was soon whirled down to the 
 depot — flags flying, children clapping their 
 hands in childish glee, dogs barking — even the 
 humble, dusty road-side flowers seemed to nod 
 and join in' the general acclamation of delight as 
 we rolled by; but railroad time being no re- 
 specter of persons, the long drawn whistle and 
 
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 the rumbling of the approaching train abruptly 
 brought our festival to a close, and amid the 
 hearty congratulations of a score of voices, broken 
 exclamations, and hurried adieus, the express 
 train glided in among us, and ushered into one 
 of Pullman's palace cars innundated with floral 
 offerings and wreaths, and fairly walking on a 
 bed of roses, I take the last long lingering look 
 of the village spire, as it glitters and shimmers 
 in the noontide sun — the gabled roofs of the' 
 distant town peeping here and there from out the 
 rich green foliage — the crowd of smiling faces — 
 shouts of merry laughter, greetings and huzzas, 
 in the midst of which my little brother stands, 
 crowding back the tears that spite of all will 
 flow, as the thought of the tempestuous sea, dim 
 forebodings of danger and the possibility of my 
 never returning loom up in his young and im- 
 aginative mind — all these form a confused 
 picture photographed upon my memory, which 
 can never be forgotton. Like a pleasant dream, 
 faces, voices, all fade away, as off we go, past field 
 and meadow, to the great Metropolis — the modern 
 Babylon of America — where we arrived at 4 P. M. 
 
 FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL, NEW YORK. 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'3 
 
 and were driven to one of the leading hotels, my 
 thoughts busy with the pleasurable incidents of 
 the day, which ever and anon were broken into 
 by the arrival of fresh friends to greet me, offer- 
 ing their parting congratulations of a speedy 
 voyage and safe passage across the briny deep. 
 
 Saturday, August 3d, was a busy day, what 
 with looking after my financial affairs, the pur- 
 chasing of Bills of Exchange from the leading 
 Bankers of the city, the procuring of letters 
 of* credit, and the general detail of business 
 inseparable from a contemplated trip across the 
 ocean, filled every minute of my time, while the 
 reception of numerous friends in the evening, 
 rounded up another day of excitement. 
 
 The steamer on which I was to take my depar- 
 ture was to have sailed Thursday, August 1st, 
 but having broken her shaft, she was delayed 
 until Sunday. 
 
 Card after card introduced new friends and 
 visitors, who, ushered into the spacious parlors of 
 the hotel, indicated a warmth of hospitality which 
 was truly gratifying to me in the extreme. 
 
 Night steals in — the last friend has departed, 
 and lam left in solemn communion with my own 
 thoughts ; they wander back to the home of my 
 childhood ; again I see my friends of yore ; — 
 again I hear the dear familiar voices of long ago, 
 and thoughts steal unbidden in my mind — what 
 if I should never return — once on the deep blue 
 rolling sea, with nothing but a few planks, as it 
 were, nailed together, between my soul and eter- 
 nity. Hidden and unseen dangers lay across my 
 pathway, and as I peer into the shadowy land of 
 the past, slumber gently shuts the door of fancy 
 and bears me on its downy pinions to the land of 
 sweet oblivion. Greatly refreshed I rose to greet 
 the welcome Sabbath morn — sweet harbinger of 
 rest — the best day to me of all the week — in 
 
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 whose sacred hours the mind can hold sweet com- 
 munion with the giver of every good and perfect 
 gift. The city bells ring out their joyous peals, 
 but to me they sound not like those sweet Sab- 
 bath bells far beyond the hills — the bells that 
 call the morning worhippers to prayer and song, 
 ringing out upon the morning air, soft and clear, 
 calling to each and all in a language of its own. 
 But the hour approaches for my departure ; all is 
 again confusion, the carriage drives up to the 
 door of the hotel and we find ourselves rattling 
 down Broadway four in hand at a lively pace. 
 Arriving at the pier we descry one of those levia- 
 thans of the deep, the city of , of the . 
 
 As we roll down the wharf, the usual motley 
 crowd greet our eyes, gathered together seem- 
 ingly from all the quarters of the earth, crowd- 
 ing and jostling, jeering and chaffing among each 
 other. 
 
 At length I found myself upon the deck of the 
 steamer, surrounded by judges, reporters of the 
 press, sailors and passengers, each intent upon 
 the business of the hour, but all this babel and 
 confusion was soon brought to a hasty termina- 
 tion, when the stentorian tones of the officer cried 
 " all aboard." 
 
 Placed in a novel position and totally unused to 
 nautical life, it may be reasonably concluded that 
 I had many things to learn. The last premonitory 
 admonitions were given — friends greeted friends 
 for the last time — many weeping eyes, half 
 choked sobs, exclamations of cheer, of courage 
 and of sympathy, and we slowly backed from 
 the crowded pier out into the stream, followed 
 by the little tug boat my friends had chartered 
 for the occasion to see us down the harbor and 
 safely out to sea. 
 
 Boom ! went our signal gun, the dying echoes 
 reverberating along the Jersey shore, whose dim 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 blue outlines stretched far away along the west- 
 ern sky. 
 
 The curling smoke from Fort Hamilton and 
 the answering signal gun a moment after broke 
 on our ears, as we glided stately down the bay, 
 down towards the Narrows. 
 
 Thoughts of home, father, brothers, friends, 
 all come trooping up into the memory, as if to 
 take a last farewell ; fainter and fainter the Jer- 
 sey shore now recedes from our sight, and we 
 pass the Narrows, we transfer our pilot to the' 
 little tug boat containing my brother and hosts 
 of friends who had chartered it for the special 
 occasion of seeing me down the Bay, and the 
 reporters of the press jotting down the very latest 
 items of interest, we part company, the heavy 
 hawsers are swung off, and we slowly divide the 
 distance between us, wider and wider, amid the 
 waving of handkerchiefs, and the shouts of our 
 companions and friends, which grows fainter and 
 fainter as they drift astern of us, while I stand 
 watching them long and steadfastly until in 
 the distance it appears as a speck upon the 
 waters far away, and now we stand boldly out to 
 sea. 
 
 Onward we press, a wide expanse of waters 
 before us, and land fast fading from our view. 
 The bell announces our first meal on board the 
 steamer, the sea is calm and serene as we glide 
 through the deep blue waters. 
 
 Our eye scans the horizon and from all sides I 
 see naught but the blue sky and the mighty ex- 
 panse of waters, and the deep sea swell slowly 
 and regularly rocks our steamer as its prow 
 pierces the waves, shooting onward with the irre- 
 sistable power of steam, and leaving behind a 
 long narrow furrow of foam that marks our 
 pathway. Occasionally a sea gull flaps its tired 
 wings as though weary in finding a resting place, 
 
TOUP. IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 and is lost to view iu the hazy distance. I de- 
 scend to the saloon below, my appetite sharpened, 
 and feeling 1 invigorated by the fresh sea air, need 
 I say that I done full justice to the occasion, un- 
 attended by the slightest disposition to sea sick- 
 ness. 
 
 Sunday at sea — What a complete change from 
 the preceding Sabbath ; all is bustle and excite- 
 ment, people hurrying to and fro intent upon 
 their own enjoyment ; no apparently religious 
 veneration for God's holy day, but each left to the 
 dictates of his conscience. At 9 p.m., a few well 
 selected voices on the upper deck favor us with 
 some choice selections, while the piano below re- 
 sounds to the mirth and revelry of another happy 
 party in the saloon below. 
 
 As for myself I stand alone, unobserved and 
 yet observing, anon listening to the chorus of 
 happy voices, and again peering out into the 
 darkness that broods over the deep unfathom- 
 able waters before us, recognizing in its unpen- 
 etrable depths, the resemblance to that dark un- 
 fathomable Eternity towards which we are so 
 silently yet surely approaching. Half-past ten 
 arriving I retire to my berth. 
 
 Monday, August 5th. — I awoke at 6.30 quite 
 sea sick, but with a full determination to over- 
 come it if possible. I abstained from any break- 
 fast, and proceeded on deck to the open air, con- 
 scious of an inward squirmishness that plainly 
 indicated a rebellion was nigh. I returned to 
 the rooms below, endeavored to eat, but could 
 only manage part of an egg. 
 
 Repairing to the saloon I endeavored to divert 
 my mind from my anticipated sea sickness — 
 played on the piano and made tho acquaintance 
 
 of Dr. ■ ! 2 p.m. we 
 
 descried a st earner bound for New York, north of 
 us, and some 50 miles away. 7.45 p.m. saw a 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 sailing vessel south of us, about a quarter of a 
 mile away. Not a light could be seen on her, 
 the moon shone down in silent grandeur upon 
 the waves, reflected back in a thousand shimmer- 
 ing lights dancing in the moon beams, and 
 stretching far away upon the dark blue waters 
 of the rolling sea; one is involuntarily compelled 
 to ask the Athiest — who says there is no God ? 
 
 Tuesday, August Gth. — I changed my berth 
 from the upper to the lower tier, as I could com- 
 mand a better view of old mother ocean. The 
 weather continues warm, but I am assured that 
 it will be cold enough in a few days, as we near 
 the coast of Newfoundland. 
 
 In changing my berth I form new acquaint- 
 ances in Rev. J. G. New 
 
 York, who occupies the lower birth right oppo- 
 site, and Rev. J. A. 
 
 New Jersey, the upper berth. 
 
 10.30 A.M. I saw a number of porpoises dis- 
 porting in the sun, their round shining backs 
 glittering every now and then as they came up 
 to the surface and rolled playfully about. The 
 weather continued fair, with a good flowing sea. 
 
 Wednesday, August 7th, we find ourselves 
 considerably nearer the coast of Newfoundland, 
 while the extreme cold brought overcoats in 
 great demand. A heavy sea is running, and 
 standing on deck I find myself wet through and 
 through by a heavy sea. Very few are on deck, 
 and nearly all sick. Clouds gather portentiously, 
 indicating a coming storm. 
 
 We come suddenly to a stop — the ponderous 
 machinery is motionless — an excited crowd 
 gather around inquiring the reason why. Oh ! 
 only a screw loose, and in five minutes we are 
 again on our way. f 
 
 Thursday, August 8th. — The storm that I had 
 predicted had passed over us during the night, 
 
and the morning sun peeping through one of the 
 
 OUR OCEAN STEAMER AT SEA. 
 
 port-holes of the steamer seemed to wink and 
 blink at me with a sort of jovial smile, as much 
 as to say, "good morning, Mr. Beatty, good 
 morning." 
 
 Friday, August 9th. — As soon as the morning 
 broke, and after performing my morning abula- 
 tions, I betook myself to the deck to get the fresh 
 air, and see how old mother ocean looked, arrayed 
 in her vesture of deep blue. A clear but heavy 
 sea. Concert to-night and I find my name an- 
 nounced on the bill to sing. 
 
 At 3 P.M. our attention was directed to the 
 sporting of a huge whale in our wake. The sky, 
 overclouded, gave every indication of rain, which 
 at 6 p.m. was abundantly verified, making a wet 
 night of it. The following morning, however, 
 broke clear and beautiful . Nothing of any special 
 interest occurred during the day worthy of 
 special mention. The usual Saturday night con- 
 cert, attended with speeches, jokes, and conun- 
 drums until the night was far spent. 
 
 Sunday, August 11th, was another fine day. 
 The sun rose far away to the east, amid a molten 
 
1 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 sea of amber and gold, and the myriad waves 
 tipped with their glittering sheen, sparkled and 
 danced in their splendor, leaving a long train of 
 light as far as the eye could reach. A strong 
 north-west wind was blowing, and we were 
 making most excellent time. 
 
 My soul, responsive to the silent prayer within 
 me, praised God for such a bright and glorious 
 Sabbath at sea. 
 
 How different this Sunday from the one pre- 
 ceding it, when all was revelry — now how 
 changed, a reverential silence seemed to prevail 
 and cast its hallowed influence upon all. 
 
 Several gentlemen insisted that I should aid in 
 the devotional song to night, reinforced by a 
 bevy of young ladies, who will not take no for 
 answer. 
 
 I feel an inward satisfaction at an opportunity 
 of being once again privileged to join my voice 
 in the happy songs of Zion, and of praising God 
 for His watchful care of me over land and sea. 
 My room mate, Rev. Van Slyke of New York, 
 favored us with a sermon, after which we dis- 
 persed to our several quarters with the usual 
 good night salutations. 
 
 Monday, August 12th, we found the steamer 
 rolling more than ever before, pitching up and 
 down, tossed like a feather in the wind, amid 
 mountain billows capped with white and glitter- 
 ng foam. 
 
 My soul was filled with deep humility as, im- 
 pressed with the omnipotence and infinitude of 
 a Great Creator, I gazed upon the solemn gran- 
 deur of the scene before me. Through wind and 
 storm, sunshine and rain, wherever I might be, 
 my soul felt exultant that I could recognize the 
 power of the Lord God Omnipotent, and rejoiced 
 that even terrible as His Majesty, I could still 
 approach Him as my Father. 
 
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 We were now fast nearing the Northern Coast 
 of Ireland; in a few hours it was confidently 
 anticipated land might be sighted. Glancing 
 over my record I find that we had travelled 313 
 miles on our first day out, the same on the 2d 
 day, 297 miles on the 3d day, 320 for the 4th, 328 
 on the 5th, 346 on the 6th, 341 on the 7th, and 
 334 on the 8th, up to 12 o'clock noon. 
 
 I had passed through varied vicissitudes, 
 varieties of scenes on ship hoard, and had got 
 quite used to my sea legs. 
 
 I had in this brief period passed through scenes 
 varied and multiform in their character, some 
 of them occupying but a few brief moments, 
 yet how they live forever after, engraved indeli- 
 bly upon the heart, which no touch of time can 
 wholly eradicate, but are treasured in the r Alls 
 of memory to be recalled only in after years. 
 
 At 8 p.m. the cheerful intelligence was an- 
 nounced that land was in sight, and a happier 
 man could not be found on board than your 
 humble servant. Never in the whole course of 
 my life did I experience so much satisfaction at 
 the prospect of once more placing my feet on 
 terra firma, while a general clapping of hands, 
 shouts of laughter and boisterous manifestations 
 of general delight was equally participated in by 
 one and all. 
 
 Tuesday, August 13, was the eventful day 
 which commemorated my advent on to British 
 soil. At 5.20 P.M. such of the passengers as had 
 decided to put off at Queenstown had gathered 
 their luggage, among which crowd I found my- 
 self, and was right glad to transfer my body 
 corporal and worldly effects from the steamer to 
 the little tug that lay steaming along side, which 
 done away we went up the bay to the City of 
 Queenstown. 
 
 The city, as I land, wears to me an ancient 
 
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 aspect, and everything strikes me as so entirely 
 different ; the transition also, from *' a life on the 
 ocean wave" to that experienced on dry land, 
 fills me with a singular sensa'tion, difficult to ex- 
 press, but none the less apparent to me. Here I 
 am a stranger in a strange land — while the very 
 houses, railroad cars, quays — all strike me with 
 an odd and peculiar look. 
 
 The city of Queenstown, built on the side of a 
 hill, presents a commanding aspect, while the 
 harbor is one of the finest in the United King- 
 dom ; the entrance is well protected by forts on 
 either side of the channel. 
 
 Among the passengers disembarking I noticed 
 several Frenchmen, who were loaded down with 
 trunks, bundles and no end of luggage. The eldest 
 of the group, of fine commanding appearance, 
 seemed annoyed at the number of packages, and 
 proceeded summarily to dispose of a number of 
 empty bandboxes by throwing them overboard. 
 
 At my elbow stood Pat with all his worldly 
 possessions tied to a stick and slung over his 
 shoulder. He stood watching them for some time 
 and then broke out — 
 
 " Fhat a profiigicy of them air furreners to be 
 maken, when money's the poor old sowl would be 
 glad o'the likes." 
 
 "Well why don't you ask him?" replied I ; 
 "there I added, see he is going to dispose of that 
 empty old trunk in the same way. Go for him 
 Pat," said I. 
 
 A merry twinkle played in Pat's eye and he 
 gave me such a quizzical look as he retorted — 
 
 " Trunk is it, — bedad and fhat the divil would 
 I be doin' wid a thrunk — and me go naked ? 
 
 From which I came to the conclusion that Pat's 
 wardrobe was all on his back, and so enjoying his 
 dry wit, I passed on. 
 
 Upon landing I found myself very hungry and 
 
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 tired from loss of sleep, not having gone to bed 
 all night, so anxious was I to set my foot on dry- 
 land. 
 
 It is now 6:15 a. m., which, compared to our 
 New York time, would be equal to 1:45 A. M., 
 which struck me as being so singular, that I could 
 hardly realize it. 
 
 The first sight of a railroad car in Europe 
 greets my eyes ; built in a different style from 
 those in America, they strike me as very odd and 
 queer looking, appearing clumsy in their build, 
 and do not possess the elegance of those of 
 American manufacture. 
 
 After an half hour's ride of some 12 miles, I 
 reached the city of Cork, and putting up at the 
 
 IMPERIAL HOTEL, CORK, IRELAND. 
 
 Imperial Hotel, I ate a hearty breakfast, and loos- 
 ing no time proceeded at once to visit my first 
 object of interest — Blarney Castle. 
 
 The ruins consist of a dungeon some 120 feet 
 high, strong and impregnable. Descending to the 
 basement from the outside weareledinto a num- 
 ber of curious caves and natural excavations. At 
 the north angle of the Castle, and some 20 feet 
 below the summit, we find the celebrated Blarney 
 stone, which is said to endow the person who 
 
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 DANIEL F. BEATTrS 
 
 kisses it with sucli persuasive powers, that no 
 lady can resist liis eloquence. 
 
 KISSING THE BLABNEY STONE. 
 
 There is a stone there, whoever kisses, 
 Oh ! he never misses to grow eloquint, 
 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, 
 Or become amimber of sweet Parliamint; 
 A clever spouter he'll shure turn out, or 
 An out-an-outer to be let aione, 
 Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him 
 Shure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney Stone. 
 
 It is difficult to trace the source from whence 
 
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 the stone derived its great reputation, but certain 
 it is that the word " Blarney " is world-wide. 
 
 At this day it is more general to observe the 
 custom without stooping to the stone, and our 
 artist says : 
 
 HE'S GOD*' TO KISS THE BA'AL BLABNKT STOFE. 
 
 With quare sinsashuns and palpitashuns, 
 A kiss I'll venture here, mavrone, 
 'Tis swater Blarney, good Father Mahony, 
 Kissin' the girls than that dirty stone. 
 
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 Bowing deferentially however to the mandates 
 of custom, I kiss the stone, and proceed on my 
 more interesting journey, by riding through the 
 city of Cork on an Irish jaunting car. At 2:45 
 p. M. , I left for the celebrated Lakes of Kilarney, 
 at which I arrived about 6 :30 P. M. 
 
 The Lakes of Kilarney are justly entitled the 
 most beautiful in the United Kingdom. 
 
 Visiting Ross Castle and Island I took a small 
 row boat and crossing the lower lake enjoyed its 
 wild and romantic scenery. Large and magnificent 
 mountains loomed up in portentious proportions 
 in all their rugged grandeur. We pass the ruins 
 of an ancient castle, built by some old Irish 
 King, away back, I am told, in the fifth century. 
 The scenery all along presents a charming aspect, 
 far excelling in attractiveness our own famous 
 and well known Delaware Water Gap. Here and 
 there are to be seen the straw thatched roofs of 
 the Irish peasantry, and occasionally one a little 
 better than another, built in rough, rude masonry, 
 at whose door the busy housewife, in true regal 
 Irish costume, consisting of a night cap with im- 
 mense frills, on her head, and her petticoats 
 tucked up, was seen bent over the tub, with her 
 arms up to her elbows in soap suds, scrubbing 
 away for dear life, reminded me forcibly that I 
 was in the Emerald Isle, and treading the sacred 
 sod of ould Ireland, where St. Patrick is en- 
 shrined in the hearts of her peasantry. Gliding 
 along the tranquil waters we enter Lough Leane 
 or Lesser Lake, which is five miles long by three^ 
 broad. 
 
 It contains some thirty islands, the principal of 
 which are Ross, Rabbit and Innisfallen. Every 
 variety of scenery can be found on this latter is- 
 land — grassy slopes, beautiful lawns, and seques- 
 tered glades. It is not to be wondered at that it 
 holds a charm to captivate the poet Moore, who 
 
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 has crystalized his beautiful thoughts into 
 
 verse : 
 
 Sweet Innisfallen, fare the well, 
 May calm and sunshine long be thine ; 
 
 How fair thou art let others tell. 
 While but to feel how fair be mine. • 
 
 Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell 
 
 In memory's dream that sunny smile, 
 Which o'er thee on that evening fell 
 •) When first I saw thy fairy isle. 
 
 I left Killarney, Wednesday, August 14th, at 
 9;20 A. M., for the famous city of Dublin. Noth- 
 ing of real interest transpired along the trip, and 
 indeed the transition so suddenly from the 
 beautiful scenery around the Lakes, to the more 
 sombre and common place scenery on the railroad 
 from Killarney" to Dublin, was not calculated to 
 inspire me with any great degree of interest. Ar- 
 riving in Dublin at 5:30 P. M., I proceeded, in 
 company with Dr. Mitchell of Alabama, to take 
 a ride through the city to North Wall Dock, a 
 distance of about 2 miles from the railroad 
 depot. 
 
 I visited the principal object of attraction, the 
 Castle, the official residence of the Lord-Lieu- 
 tenant since the reign of Elizabeth, its beautiful 
 chapel^built of Irish limestone and oak. On our 
 way to the Castle we paid a visit to the Bank of 
 Ireland, in College Green, formerly the Irish 
 House of Parliament, and considered to be the 
 finest building in Ireland. 
 
 * Immediately opposite the Bank is located Trin- 
 ity College, from which have emanated some of 
 the greatest arts of our time. It covers an area 
 of nearly 80 acres. The Cathedral of the Holy 
 Trinity was the next point of attraction, erected 
 in the 11th century. It is replete with historical 
 interest, and it was here that the Liturgy was first 
 read in Ireland in the English language. 
 
1 8 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 The Four Courts was the next to demand our 
 attention. It is a magnificent structure, and cost 
 over a million of dollars. Over the entrance are 
 4 pictures worthy of notice : first, James the 
 First abolishing the Brehon laws ; Henry II. 
 granting a charter to the inhabitants ; John sign- 
 ing the Magna Charter and William the Conqueror 
 establishing courts of justice. The Custom 
 House and Nelson's Monument next command our 
 attention, the former erected at a cost of two and 
 a half million of dollars, and, externally consid- 
 ered, is said to be the finest building in the city. 
 Left Dublin at 7:15 P. M. The boat made good 
 time and arrived at Holyhead, Wales, at 1 :15 a.m. , 
 crossing St. George's Channel. The distance 
 from Kingstown, the harbor of Dublin, is sixty- 
 six miles, and the channel is crossed in four hours 
 and thirty minutes, average time. 
 
 Quitting Holyhead in the 2:10 train bound for 
 London, my friend and guest, Dr. Mitchell, pro- 
 ceeded to ensconce himself in a novel position 
 preparatory to his taking 40 winks — which just 
 imagine, sleeping on a hat-rack, growling like 
 a bear with a sore head, at my persistency in hav- 
 ing the window open beside me, which let in a 
 cool and refreshing draft, for the cars were very 
 close and warm. As we dash through the coun- 
 try in the wee sraa' hours of the morning i leave 
 the Doctor to continue his disturbed nocturnal 
 visions in the land of dreams, which no doubt 
 were far from agreeable in his novel and uncom- 
 fortable position, while I, too absorbed with the 
 constantly changing scenes before me, continued 
 to jot down in brief the sensations I experienced, 
 as we rattle through the land of the Welshman 
 to the great city at the southern extremity of the 
 continent — London. Now, gliding through beau- 
 tiful farms, and anon passing, seemingly, stealth- 
 ily by some old venerable ruins, whose ivy clad 
 
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 turrets looming up darkly against the moonlit 
 sky bespeak the glory of departed days, around 
 whose shadowy retreats and sequestered glades 
 linger the hallowed story whose history has long 
 since passed into the woof and web of romance ; 
 we slow up and pass over Telford's Tubular 
 Suspension Bridge, situated about two miles from 
 Bangor, and cross the channel that separates 
 the island of Anglesea from the main land. This 
 bridge is considered the greatest triumph of en- 
 gineering skill in modern times. It took 1,800 
 men 4 years to build it, and cost $5,000,000. < 
 
 The beach stretches itself far away in the 
 moonlight, and reminds me of our own popular 
 beach at Long Branch. Proceeding along the 
 main line we arrive at Chester, one of the oldest 
 cities, it is said, in the United Kingdom. It is beau- 
 tifully situated on an elevated bank of the River 
 Dee. The Castle is the principal object of attrac- 
 tion, erected in the time of William the Con- 
 queror. We are now within six hour's ride of 
 London as we leave this ancient city behind us. 
 
 Arrived in London at 10:15 A. M. The most 
 wealthy city in the world, with a population of 
 4,000,000. 'Breakfasted at the Grand Midland, 
 the largest hotel in the United Kingdom. I am 
 informed that the furniture alone cost $425,000, 
 but, for my part, I was not so highly impressed 
 with its Table d'Hote, as I have been fully as 
 well, if not better served, at the Fifth Avenue 
 Hotel, New York, 
 
 Here I find myself — a mote in the sunbeam — 
 amid miMions of human beings where all the 
 passions of the human heart run rampart, and 
 whose lives full many are overshadowed by a sky 
 of misery, the only stars which shine down upon 
 them, are penury and want, and across whose 
 dark horizon flits but few straggling clouds of 
 happiness. One need to possess the graphic pen 
 
20 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 of its once most illustrious and distinguished 
 citizen — Charles Dickens, to portray life as it is 
 in this great throbbing heart of England. 
 
 MIDLAND GBAND HOTEL, LONDON. 
 
 Changing ray English money into French, at 
 one of the leading bankers, I left the City of 
 London for Paris, via Dover, still accompanied 
 
 by my friend Dr. M , intending to make my 
 
 tour of observation through London on my re- 
 turn. I took the short route, occupying only 9^£ 
 hours, while some of my comrades preferred a 
 less expensive route, but which took them 22 
 hours. 
 
 Friday, August 16th, I found myself in the 
 French metropolis. 
 
 I hastily repaired to my hotel and from here 
 cabled to Washington, New Jeresy, the follow- 
 ing dispatch in French, which was interpreted 
 into English by my guide: " Beatty, Washing- 
 ton, New Jersey. Safe! Report, Grand Hotel, 
 Paris.'' 
 
 This being in accordance with my promise to 
 my friends at home, who naturally wished to 
 
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 know of. my safe arrival. My stay in Ireland 
 being of so short a duration that I was fearful I 
 
 GRAKD HOTEL, PARIS. 
 
 would not get a reply in time without experienc- 
 ing a delay I did not want to be subjected to. I 
 was surprised that in less than four hours I re- 
 ceived the following cable in reply: " Beatty, 
 Grand Hotel, Paris. In line all," which private 
 telegraph to the uninitiated meant a favorable 
 report of my business and all well. The inter- 
 pretation of these few words can be found out on 
 referring to the key secretly preserved at my 
 office, from where I always made it a rule to be 
 daily telegraphed to as to the state of my busi- 
 ness, wherever I may be travelling, either in 
 America or abroad. I was glad to hear the cable 
 indicated a prosperous state of affairs in my 
 business. 
 
 Am I in Paris — the city of the world — home of 
 the Kings and Emperors from the time of Julius 
 Caesar — the acknowledged head of European 
 civilization — whose streets have witnessed the 
 bloodiest carnage in the annals of history at one 
 time, and at another resounded to the Paeans of 
 Victory and Glory, canopied with arches of 
 
22 
 
 DANIEL F. BE ATT Y" 3 
 
 myrtle, the clanging of the hoofs of the war 
 horse muffled as they sunk upon beds of flowers 
 
 THE CHAMPS ELYSEES, PARIS. 
 
 scattered on the pavements before them, while 
 anthems resounded in praises to the King Maker 
 — Napoleon — beneath whose imperial edict nations 
 trembled and obeyed. How once my young and 
 childish imagination went out and idolized this 
 man when I read of his stupendous exploits of 
 military daring and skill. How my heart rejects 
 and loathes him now, as I reflect, look back and 
 read the bloody pages of his history. One human 
 being at whose command eternity seemed to have 
 opened its jaws of death, and thousands upon 
 thousands of souls were hurled into the maelstrom 
 of destruction, sent unprepared before Jehovah's 
 awful throne. All for what? France? No! for 
 self — ambition. A throne, from which he, like 
 Caesar of old, could rule the world. 
 
 I made the Grand Hotel my head quarters, 
 situated in the gayest part of Paris, adjoining 
 the New Opera House, and in close proximity to 
 all the leading theatres and principal railway 
 stations. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 23 
 
 This magnificent structure is entirely separate 
 from all other buildings, covers an extent of 
 9,000 square yards, and its rooms are furnished 
 in the most luxurious style. Its dining room is 
 the most magnificent in the world. My first 
 visit was to the Exposition Universal. It would 
 be impossible to give any adequate conception of 
 the Exposition, nor shall we attempt it; suffice 
 to say, that it far exceeded my conceptions of all 
 that is grand, wonderful and beautiful. Of 
 course you are waiting no doubt with intense in- 
 terest upon what I shall say upon the Piano and 
 Organ question. Well — I must confess I feel 
 somewhat embarrassed, one does not feel like 
 bestowing eulogiums upon one's own self .perhaps 
 it would come with better grace from my friend 
 
 at my elbow, Dr. M of Alabama, whom I 
 
 consider to be a pronounced critic. He says: 
 
 " The American Pianos and Organs beats them 
 all, and Beatty's leads the van!" 
 
 I immediately proceed to search in my pockets 
 for some slight token in honor of his golden 
 opinion, but he laughingly retorts "that he is 
 one of the Judges in the Exposition that cannot 
 be bought," but nothing daunted, we proceed 
 straightway to the place where the inner man is 
 tenderly cared for and the cravings of appetite 
 appeased, in honor of this flattering decision. 
 
 Having spent all day at the Exposition, we 
 employed our evening by a visit to ±he Mabille, 
 or Garden of Flowers. It is indeed a fairy scene 
 of enchantment. Recesses, bowers and groves 
 everywhere meet the eye, while the multitude of 
 gas jets twinkle through the grass, or illuminate 
 the Chinese lanterns festooned from the trees. 
 
 The next day, Saturday, with an excellent 
 guide and a cab, was devoted to "doing" Paris in 
 the most approved manner, the principal points 
 of interest of which were: 
 
24 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 The Madeline, Faubourgs Saint Honore, Palace 
 de 1'Elysee, the Palais Royal, the Louvre, Boule- 
 vards, Place Vendome, and a number of other 
 important points which occupied our attention, 
 until wearied with sight-seeing we repaired to our 
 hotel to recuperate our energies, and cater to the 
 whims and caprices of a sharpened appetite. 
 
 Sunday is a singular day in Paris, what with 
 the teaching of Voltaire and the noted profligacy 
 of the French people, the splendor of their 
 churches and the magnificence of their cathedrals 
 illy compare with that reverence for religion 
 and the things pertaining thereto, that one is 
 accustomed to in America. 
 
 Repairing to the Church of Notre Dame, situ- 
 ated in an elegant and gay quarter of the city, I 
 found it mostly occupied by persons whose 
 principal motive appeared to lay in the display 
 of their attire. 
 
 • It much resembles a Roman Temple, with its 
 high altar supported by Corinthian columns 
 composed of bronze bases and capitals. Many 
 strangers visit this church for the purpose of 
 listening to the singing, which is excellent, the 
 organ being remarkably fine, some magnitude of 
 which can be arrived at, when it is said that it 
 contains 7,000 pipes. During my stay in the 
 city one day I experienced a very novel sensation, 
 that of ascending in a balloon half-a-mile above 
 the city, from which Paris and all its environs 
 can be seen at a bird's eye glance. 
 
 Need I say that I was honored by a Gold (?) 
 Medal for the remarkable heroism displayed on 
 the occasion. I slyly attribute it to the fact, 
 however, that I was so high up that the expres- 
 sion of my countenance could not be detected, 
 otherwise I am afraid I should have been accused 
 of looking rather scared than heroic, as I was 
 under the impression I should surely faint, and 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LA.NDS. 25 
 
 was heartily glad to reach terra firma again, not 
 however, before assuring my auditors that it was a 
 matter of every day concern with me, which I 
 secretly believe was doubted by some, as I de- 
 tected a few sly winks and nudges from the 
 knowing ones, who apparently enjoyed my 
 assumed sangfroid. 
 
 Monday I continued my sight-seeing, and 
 visited the battle field made so memorable by the 
 siege of Paris during their war with the Prus- 
 sians in 1871. Replete with historical reminis- 
 cences, well worthy the pen of the greatest 
 French writer of the age, Victor Hugo, who has 
 so skilfully surrounded the trophys of war with 
 the laurels of peace, that one is at a loss to know 
 where Fiction ends and Fact begins. 
 
 The night before the battle, that dread partition 
 of time that separates the living of the morning 
 from the dead of the morrow. The night before 
 the battle, when in imagination one might well 
 fancy we see Napoleon, standing with folded 
 arms, solitary and alone upon the barren heath, 
 between the camps of the two contending forces. 
 Alone he stands, statute like and motionless — 
 peering out into the darkness of the night, as if 
 eager to consult the oracles of fate for the last 
 time. 
 
 A yawning chasm opens up before him — no 
 witch of Endor — but the Angel of Death appears 
 before him, and bids him sign the blood-stained 
 covenant with hell which shall dash unhappy 
 France over the precipice, into the maelstrom of 
 blood and destruction. It is done. The morning 
 comes, the vision has vanished with the night, 
 but on the blood-stained page of history, recorded 
 for all time to come, we read the realization of the 
 vision. 
 
 But France, proud unhappy France, still rises 
 
26 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 Phoenix like up from the ashes of monarchy, to 
 the freedom of a republic. 
 
 All is silent now — a solemn hush pervades the 
 scene. How changed ! The summer wind holds 
 dalliance with the nodding daisys, swinging to 
 and fro to the summer breeze, as if singing to 
 the heart in a language unspeakable God's great 
 anthem as sung long before by the Angel's at the 
 coronation of the King of Kings at Bethlehem: — 
 
 "Glory to God in the highest, 
 And on earth Peace, 
 Good will toward men." 
 
 The next day I proceeded to Versailles, the most 
 interesting town in the environs of Paris, and 12 
 miles southwest of the metropolis-. One can form 
 a very inadequate conception of the magnificence 
 of its grounds and palaces by a mere description. 
 The home of Napoleon and the Palace of the 
 Kings, before his advent to the throne. The 
 grounds cover an extent of sixty miles, containing 
 fountains that cost $2000 an hour to play, the most 
 magnificent artificial landscape the ingenuity of 
 man could desire, and palaces whose architectural 
 grandeur exceeded in splendor any ancient or 
 modern king, lest it be Solomon, and even of him 
 it is written that in comparison with the lilies of 
 the valley, even ' ' Solomon in all his glory was 
 not arrayed like one of these;" truly admonishing 
 us that all the pomps, all the glory and magnifi- 
 cence of thrones, principalities and powers, shall 
 crumble ' ' like the baseless fabric of a vision, " 
 before the awful majesty and glory of 
 
 THE KING OF KINGS ! 
 
 I left Paris Wednesday, Aug. 21st, by fast ex- 
 press train for Turin, Italy, via Paris, Lyons & 
 Mediterranean R. R. 
 
 At Macon, situated on the river Saone, I stopped 
 at the Hotel de 1' Europe one half hour for dinner, 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 2,7 
 
 and proceeded on our journey. Now we ascend 
 the Alps, in fact I am told by a gentlemen resid- 
 ing at Florence, that even from Paris we com- 
 mence the ascending grade during the first 100 
 miles on the road. I find myself agreeably enter- 
 tained by Mr. Tilden, of Boston, Mass. , a finer 
 gentlemen than whom it has not been my good 
 fortune to meet during my travels. 
 
 The engine puffs away lively as we ascend, now 
 rounding this curve, now turning that, as zig zag 
 we continue our course. It is 11 P. m. , and the 
 moonlight falls upon the Alps, bathing its snowy 
 caps with amber light. 
 
 The scenery is grand beyond description, and 
 never shall I forget the magnificence of the sight. 
 The stars shine out in all their brightness, whose 
 splendor seemed, under an Italian sky, undimin- 
 ished by the brightness of the moon. I am filled 
 with a solemn awe as I gaze mutely out upon the 
 scene before me; and as I contemplate the glory 
 and magnificence of God's handiwork, I am im- 
 pressed more than ever before with the belief that 
 all through my life God has ever been with me, 
 to guide and protect my wandering footsteps. 
 
 About 4:30 A. M., we are instructed to change 
 cars. I leave with some compunctions my fine 
 palace car, and am transferred to quite an ordi- 
 nary common Italian car. We are now on top of 
 the Aips. 
 
 "To me they seemed the barriers of a world, 
 Saying thus far, and no farther ! 
 
 ******** 
 
 My wandering thoughts, my only company, 
 
 And they before me still, oft as I looked 
 
 A strange delight, mingled with fear, came o'er me, 
 
 A wonder as at things I had not heard of. 
 
 A something that informs him 'tis a moment 
 
 Whence he may date henceforward and forever." 
 
 Here is located the Italian Custom House, 
 where I am obliged to show my passport and have 
 
28 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 my baggage overhauled. This being the first 
 occasion of showing my passport, as at Queens- 
 town and Paris my baggage was simply examin- 
 ed. At 5:30 A. M., we pass through Mount Cenis 
 Tunnel. I had an excellent view of the entrance 
 from the French side, as our train stopped some 
 little time before entering. It occupied just 22 
 minutes to pass through the tunnel, and on 
 emerging on the other side the scenery of the 
 Alps was grand in the extreme. 
 
 Arrived at Turin, 9 A. M., where after break- 
 fasting at the Grand Hotel de 1' Europe, opposite 
 
 GRAND HOTEL DE L EUROPE, TURIN. 
 
 the King's Palace, I set out via Alexandria, for 
 Genoa, the birth place of Christopher Columbus. 
 
 A monument erected to his memory is situated 
 near the railway station. At the foot of the 
 statue a figure of America is kneeling, the whole 
 being composed of white marble. After dining 
 at the Hotel De Ville, I set out to visit the Cathe- 
 dral of San Lorenzo. It was erected in the 
 eleventh century, gothic in style, and built of 
 white and black marble. It contains many inter- 
 esting scriptural relics, among which I was shown 
 the dish upon which our blessed Saviour is sup- 
 posed to have ate the Last Supper. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 29 
 
 So valuable was it considered that the Jews lent 
 the Genoese 4,000,000 francs on it within fifty 
 years. 
 
 The Church of L'Annunciata, second in size to 
 the Cathedral, was next visited. It is truly a 
 magnificent building, rich in decorations and 
 highly colored frescoes. The rich marble in the 
 interior gives it an appearance of great beauty. 
 The Palazzo Doria situated in the centre of a 
 beautiful garden which extends to the sea, forms 
 a fine feature in the picturesque scenery of Genoa. 
 In the garden are walks of cypress and orange; 
 also fountains, statues and vases. 
 
 Engaging the service of a boatman, I enjoyed 
 a ride upon the Gulf of Genoa, which opens out 
 into the broad Mediterranean, obtaining a good 
 view of the city, which rises to the height of 500 
 feet above the sea. 
 
 VIEW OF GENOA, ITALY. 
 
 I was not so favorably impressed with the city 
 the next day, as I find the streets dirty in the ex- 
 treme. At 1. 10 p. m. , I leave for Pisa. The train 
 passes through a long tunnel on leaving the city, 
 as Genoa is built upon an eminence overlooking 
 the sea. For the first 100 miles we appear to be 
 
30 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 constantly diving in and out of tunnels. Now- 
 gliding along the borders of the beautiful Medi- 
 terranean Sea, and again plunging into the murky 
 darkness of one of these subterranean caverns 
 at the rate of 60 miles an hour. 
 
 All along the route the country presents a bleak 
 barren prospect, reminding me of the illustra- 
 tions I have often seen of the Holy Land. When 
 about twenty miles or so from Pisa, the country 
 looked less wild and gradually farms and farm 
 houses gave tokens of thrift and industry. 
 
 I found Pisa an ancient and much decayed 
 city, chiefly remarkable for its Cathedral, and 
 Leaning Tower. The former is an interesting 
 specimen of the style of architecture of the 11th 
 century, built in the form of a Latin cross. Its 
 12 altars were designed by Michael Angelo. The 
 leaning tower is 190 feet high, overhanging the 
 base some 15 feet, and has occupied this leaning 
 position for over six centuries. The ascent is 
 made by 295 steps, the view from the top being 
 extensive and beautiful. 
 
 MSA AND THE IiEANING TOWEK. 
 
 Sallying forth at 4. A. m. , filled with an intense 
 desire to reach the great city of Rome, I take the 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 3 1 
 
 4:53 a. M., train, bound for the Immortal City. 
 From Pisa to Rome the country is flat, and noth- 
 ing of special interest to attract attention. 
 
 The railway enters the city by an opening 
 made for its passage, near the Port Maggiorie, 
 and has its terminus at the Piazza di Termini. 
 
 As I approached the city I could see the an- 
 cient ruins of the old wall, which seemed to re- 
 mind me of Jerusalem and Palestine ; an irregu- 
 lar zigzag structure, mainly of brick, with 
 towers, bastions and all kinds and forms of ma- 
 sonry. 
 
 It would be difficult for me to describe my 
 feelings; to think that I should all my life desire 
 to see Rome, and now I can hardly realize that 
 my eyes behold it. It is more like a vision than 
 a reality. 
 
 I am in Rome ! oft as the morning ray 
 
 Visit these eyes, waking, at once I cry, 
 
 Whenco this excess of joy ? What has befallen me. 
 
 And from within a thrilling voice replies: 
 
 " Thou art in Rome the city that so long 
 
 Reigned absolute ; the mistress of the world." 
 
 On arriving at the hotel I experienced consid- 
 erable inconvenience, as I found no one who could 
 speak to me in English. You can therefore, per- 
 haps imagine my discomforture when, hungry 
 and tired, I had ordered a fine rare steak, and after 
 waiting in mute expectancy of shortly being 
 able to appease the cravings of my appetite, 
 the servant approached and deferentially pro- 
 ceeded to set before me a flagon of beer. To this 
 I mildly demurred, and after considerable dumb 
 pantomime which he neither would or could un- 
 derstand, I resorted to the landlord in despair, 
 whom I found could speak a little broken Eng- 
 lish, and to whom I endeavored to make my 
 wants and wishes known as best I could, and 
 with tolerable success. 
 
32 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 After being served with some sort of dish I 
 certainly did not order, but which I found quite 
 acceptable in the absence of anything else, I en- 
 deavored to make the most of it, after which I 
 conveyed the information that I should like a 
 cab, and equipped with a Guide book of Rome, 
 I instructed the driver to take me to the great 
 
 VIEW OP ROL-E. 
 
 Cathedral St. Peters, which information I con- 
 veyed by pointing it out to that distinguished 
 worthy on a map I had with me. 
 
 St. Peters at Rome, the home of the Popes, 
 is the largest cathedral in the world, and cost 
 $16,000,000. On entering this stupendous edi- 
 fice one cannot fail to be impressed with the 
 grandeur of the interior, with its statutes, vesti- 
 bules, massive piers, arches, aud dome, which 
 have commanded the admiration of multitudes. 
 The covering over the high altar alone cost 
 $100,000. 
 
 A splendid view of the city is had on ascend- 
 ing the dome. Viewing persons passing along 
 the pavement below, we can scarcely realize 
 them to be human beings, so diminutive do they 
 appear. 
 
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 33 
 
 St. Maria Maggiore is the most beautiful 
 church of its kind in existence. In a small 
 chapel underneath the high altar are preserved 
 the boards of the manger in which the Saviour 
 was laid after his birth. 
 
 St. Clemente is remarkable for the subterranean 
 basilica which has recently been excavated be- 
 neath it. They probably contain the earliest ex- 
 amples of christian paintings, and date from the 
 8th century. 
 
 I spent Sunday in the Holy City. It was a de- 
 lightful Sabbath. The chiming of many bells 
 proclaimed the hour of worship. 
 
 In the evening, under the custody of a reliable 
 guide, I visited the Colosseum, the greatest of 
 
 THB COLO88EUM. 
 
 antique structures, built in honor of Titus, 
 and on which it is said 60,000 Jews were engaged 
 ten years. It is said to have seated 87,000 people. 
 To obtain entrance at night it is necessary to have 
 a ticket from the Commandant de Place. 
 
 Looking back in after years, it seems to me, I 
 can live over again my experiences and sensa- 
 tions during that eventful moonlight night, so 
 well expressed by the poet Byron : 
 
DANIEL F. BEAUTY'S 
 
 . „ I do remember me that in my youth, 
 
 When I was wandering, upon such a night, 
 
 I stood within the Colosseum's wall 
 
 Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome. 
 
 The trees which grew along the broken arches 
 
 Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars 
 
 Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar 
 
 The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and 
 
 More near, from out the Caesar's Palace came 
 
 The Owl's long cry, and interruptedly, 
 
 Of distant sentinels the fitful song 
 
 Begun and died upon the gentle wind. 
 
 Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach 
 
 Appeared to skirt the horizon ; yet they stood 
 
 Within a bow shot where the Caesars dwelt, 
 
 And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amid 
 
 A grove, which springs through leveled battlements, 
 
 And twines its roots with the imperial hearths ; 
 
 Ivy usurps the laurels's place of growth ; 
 
 But the gladiator's bloody circus stands, 
 
 A noble wreck in ruinous pei'fection, 
 
 While Ctesar's chambers and the Augustan halls 
 
 Grovel on earth in indistinct decay." 
 
 In the vineyard northeast are the remains of 
 the Baths of Titus, founded on a portion of the 
 Golden House of Nero. 
 
 Truly are the predictions of our Saviour ful- 
 filled, for shorn of all its glory, setting in the 
 ashes of its gloom and desolation, nothing re- 
 mains but a heap of crumbling ruins. 
 
 At 9:20 A. M., I quitted Rome for Naples. The 
 day is lovely, a gentle breeze stirs amid the 
 foliage, with hardly a cloud floating in the clear 
 blue Italian sky. The country from Rome to 
 Naples bears a strong resemblance to the scenery 
 surrounding the Holy Land. The mountains wear 
 a barren look, and the very cattle, lean and poor, 
 grazing on the hill side, seem to hear evidence 
 of the sterility of its soil. The people bear a 
 strong resemblance to the Arab, and the women 
 are to be seen working in the field. 
 
 Very few travel first class through Italy, and I 
 therefore find myself most of the time travelling 
 alone. I arrive at Naples at 5:20 p. m. It' is a 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 35 
 
 favorite retreat of the wealthy Romans. The 
 situation of Naples is as fine as can be imagined, 
 being partly seated on a spacious bay, upon the 
 shores of which are magnificent villas and gar- 
 dens. There are some 300 churches in this city, 
 many of them remarkable for their architectural 
 beauty. 
 
 As I approached the city I obtained a view of 
 Mount Vesuvius, over which a cloud hung, some- 
 what intercepting a full view of this, the most 
 active volcano in the world. 
 
 At this season of the year and in this climate, 
 one must go to bed well protected, otherwise it 
 will be difficult to obtain any sleep, owing to the 
 depredations of the bloodthirsty and insinuating 
 mosquito, who present their bills for payment 
 long in advance of the landlord, in fact so im- 
 portunate were they in their demands, that I 
 found it necessary to put an end to their further 
 annoyance by leaving them in full possession of 
 my chamber, to quarrel among themselves over 
 their lost opportunity of a splendid banquet. 
 
 Desirous of visiting Mount Vesuvius, and to 
 behold the rising of the sun at its summit, set 
 out to procure me a conveyance. 
 
 The hour was extremely early, 1 :50 A. M. , but 
 nothing daunted at the prospect of the drive 
 before me, or the obscure and toilsome ascent 
 up the mountains, I accosted a very forbidding 
 looking fellow, the driver of a cab, of whom 
 there are any number to be found in the city of. 
 Naples ready to charge strangers any extortionate 
 sum to convey them to the summit of the moun- 
 tain. They dream away their time in their cabs 
 wherever they may be located, while their horses 
 seem to sleep in their harness, as, hitched to their 
 cabs, they stand ready at a moment's notice to go 
 any desired direction. 
 
 "Halloo 1 there"! cried I, as he lazily descend- 
 
36 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 ed from his seat and viewed me from head to 
 foot with his sinister eye, and taking off his cap 
 to salute me, he answers : 
 
 " Si, Signore, Si." 
 
 *' How much to the mountains and back," I 
 inquired, returning his glances with some degree 
 of mistrust. 
 
 " 20 francs, Signore." 
 
 " Why man that's nearly twice as much as you 
 ought to charge." 
 
 He shrugged his shoulders and made some re- 
 mark in Italian which I could not understand, 
 except " Diavilo," from which I inferred he was 
 quietly consigning my soul to the lower regions 
 for finding fault with his charges. 
 
 Knowing these people to be very vindictive, I 
 made as though I would abandon my project. 
 'Ha, il miocabretto a 15 franc," replies he." 
 
 "I'll give you 12 francs and that's all," I an- 
 swered, unconcerned whether he accepted or re- 
 jected the offer. 
 
 His eyes seem to sparkle, for he caught sight of 
 my diamond stud as it glittered in the rays of 
 the light, but which I. was not conscious of, only 
 as I recalled the circumstance afterwards. 
 
 Conveying to me, in his broken English, the 
 fact that he would accept the sum named, I was 
 about to accept and enter the vehicle, when I was 
 suddenly grasped by the arm, and a stranger 
 accosted me. 
 
 Turning around I saw a gentleman, tall and 
 of Commanding address. 
 
 "Beg pardon," said he, "but where do you 
 intend going at this extremely early hour ?" 
 
 Glad that I had met some one who could speak 
 English, I replied : 
 
 " To Mount Vesuvius." 
 
 " Well, I should like to see you for just a mo- 
 ment," and giving me a gentle pull by the sleeve, 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 37 
 
 and a movement of the head, as though convey- 
 ing 1 the idea that he wanted to be out of ear shot 
 of the driver. 
 
 As I turned an inquiring look upon the stranger, 
 I mechanically obeyed, with considerable confi- 
 dence, as I fairly worshipped any one who could 
 speak my own native tongue. Stopping near a 
 corner, some 50 yards away, he continued in a 
 hasty undertone : 
 
 " Do you really intend to go to Mount Vesuvius 
 at this hour of the morning V 
 
 Assuring him that such was my intentions, he 
 looked at me in a sort of astonished manner, which 
 gave me to understand that something was 
 wrong, the nature of which I could not divine. 
 
 " Well," — he replied — " I suppose you are a 
 stranger in these parts V 
 
 Assuring him I was, he continued : 
 
 "My friend, it is none of my business, but I 
 will give you a bit of advise. Don't you go — not 
 a bit of it. If you attempt the trip at this early 
 hour, you will in all probability be robbed and 
 perhaps murdered. Why, the lustre of your 
 diamond and watch chain, and the probability of 
 your having a large sum of money about your 
 person, will be the means of exposing you to 
 their violence and perhaps murder." 
 
 " Murder !" gasped I. 
 
 " Why, of course, these men belong to the 
 lazzaroni — see how angry and impatient he 
 grows as he stands there expecting your return." 
 
 " I am ten thousand times obliged to you. I 
 must acknowledge it was thoughtlessness on my 
 part, and not aware of the" — 
 
 '* Never mind," interrupted he, " we must be 
 moving to avoid further trouble." 
 
 I hallooed back to him that I guessed I would 
 not go — but wait till morning. Whether he un- 
 derstood my answer or not I could not say, but 
 
38 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 rushing up to us with oaths and threats of vio- 
 lence, he gave me to understand that I had for 
 feited my 12 francs. 
 
 Nothing daunted, my new-found friend mo- 
 tioned him away, upon which his anger became 
 intense, and plunging - his hand into his vest, I 
 plainly discerned the gleam of a poignard, as he 
 scowled at me with intense malignity. 
 
 At this movement my companion drew forth 
 a revolver, and looking him straight in the eye 
 with a determination which I knew meant busi- 
 ness, he covered our retreat beyond the hearing 
 of his rage and curses. 
 
 I offered to recompense my English friend in 
 any way in my power, but he would not listen to 
 anything of the kind. Assuring him that I 
 should always bear him in grateful remembrance, 
 we parted at the hotel, the recipient of my 
 warmest wishes, which I felt to be totally inade- 
 quate to the services he had rendered, me. 
 
 POMPEII AMD MOUNT VESUVIUS. 
 
 At 7:30 I once more essayed to carry out my 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 39 
 
 original intentions, and had the good fortune to 
 fall in company with a gentleman contemplating 
 the same journey, who with the advice and as- 
 sistance of our hotel proprietor, secured for us a 
 first-class cenveyance and a reliable driver, and 
 again we were off for old hoary -headed Mount 
 Vesuvius ; by the way, the ruins of Pompeii, — 
 the most wonderful of the antiquities of Europe, 
 recalling the actual presence of a Roman town as 
 it existed 2,000 years ago. 
 
 I arrived at the ruins at 10:50, and employing 
 the services of a guide found myself in this de- 
 serted city traversing its carefully paved and 
 well worn streets. The houses generally extend 
 in unbroken lines, in an excellent state of preser- 
 vation and bearing the appearance of their being 
 actually inhabitated. But their voiceless cham- 
 bers are tenantless, and the people that once 
 thronged its streets and theatres are mingled 
 with the dust and debris of nearly 2,000 years 
 ago. 
 
 What a flood of thought comes pouring in 
 upon me as I gaze upon its walls, its gates, streets, 
 houses, temples, fountains and theatres. Turn- 
 ing to the right or to the left, as you wander from 
 street to street, you can almost fancy its inhabi- 
 tants would momentarily come out to greet you. 
 
 The prophesy of Isaiah is forcibly presented to* 
 my mind : 
 
 "The defenced city shall be desolate, and the 
 habitations forsaken, and left like a wilderness." 
 — Isaiah, xxvii., 10. 
 
 f ' But the cormorant and the bittern shall pos- 
 sess it ; the owl also and the raven shall dwell in 
 it, and he shall stretch out upon it the line of 
 confusion and the stones of emptiness. " — Isaiah, 
 xxxiv,, 11. 
 
 Empty and desolate indeed were its habita- 
 
tions, and the silence of centuries enshrouded 
 the darkness of its sepulchres and tombs. As- 
 cending the elevated pavement of the Forum its 
 position commanded a magnificent view of Vesu- 
 vius and the Appenines, and I could look with 
 awe and veneration upon the silent city, the 
 home of Cicero, Homer and Ovid, whose history, 
 wrapped in the obscurity of over a hundred cen- 
 turies, still proclaim them to be the most dis- 
 tinguished poets of ancient, if not of modern 
 times. 
 
 We will turn our attention now to Vesuvius, 
 that rears her magnetic cone in the distance, the 
 only volcanic mountain on the continent of 
 Europe, and one of the most active in the world; 
 from the earliest ages on record its eruptions have 
 occurred at intervals of a few years. It rises in 
 the midst of the plain of Campania, and is sur- 
 rounded on the north and east by mountains 
 of Appennine limestone. It is open to the plain of 
 Naples on the west, and on the south its base is 
 reached by the sea. 
 
 Ascending gradually we leave the cultivated 
 fields and vineyards behind us, occasionally 
 traversed by streams of old lava, black, rough 
 and sterile, and finally reached the Hermitage, a 
 convent where a few monks keep a sort of an 
 inn for the visitors of Vesuvius. Farther up we 
 traverse large fields of lava extremely rough. At 
 the base of the cone we prepared for the ascent 
 over a heap of crumbling ashes and cinders, 
 extremely steep. 
 
 In another hour we found ourselves on extreme- 
 ly hot ground, intolerable to the hand and fatal 
 to the soles of our shoes; it steamed with hot 
 vapors and was covered with beautiful effores- 
 cences of sulphur. Smoke issued from numerous 
 crevices, at the entrance of which a piece of 
 paper or stick took fire. 
 
TOUK IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 41 
 
 Stooping low we could hear, as it were, a liquid 
 boiling. The hard but thin crust upon which we 
 stood had apparently settled down in some places. 
 
 A few steps more and wo arrive at the very 
 summit of the cone, and with bated breath we 
 gaze into the crater, down its precipitous depths, 
 400 or 500 feet. When in action Vesusvius 
 presents a magnificent spectacle. 
 
 Down to the reign of Titus Vespasian there is 
 no evidence of any volcanic activity, but in the 
 first year of his reign, A. D. 79, it burst forth 
 with destructive fury, overwhelming the flourish- 
 ing cities of Hurculaneum and Pompeii, all traces 
 of which were lost for upwards of 1600 years, and 
 were only accidentally discovered during the last 
 century. 
 
 Another incident happened me on my descent 
 of Mount Vesuvius, which impressed upon my 
 mind vivid remembrances of the place, which 
 I shall not in all probability ever forget. 
 
 ATTACKED BY BOBBERS, f 
 
 I had wandered away from my companions and 
 
42 DANIEL F. BEATTT'S 
 
 guide in search of some mementoes to bring back 
 with me on my return, and was intently examin- 
 ing a curious specimen of mineral which had 
 encrusted itself in the scoria at my feet, when I 
 was suddenly confronted by four as rough look- 
 ing customers, as it was ever my ill fortune to 
 see. 
 
 They evidently enjoyed my surprise on finding 
 myself thus suddenly, as it were, in their power. 1 
 looked around for my companions and guide, but 
 as I had descended a slight declivity in the moun- 
 tains, they were hid from sight. 
 
 I had not, even after my experience of the morn- 
 ing, taken the precaution to arm myself, but 
 fortunately had left my valuables at the hotel, 
 with the exception of a small sum of money. 
 
 One of them approached me flourishing a bright 
 stilletto in the air, while the others set up a low, 
 brutal laugh. 
 
 Addressing me in Italian, the nature of which I 
 could only surmise, I saw it would be worse than 
 useless to make any defence, and knowing their 
 intent I hastily besought them to release me and 
 they were at liberty to take all I possessed, while 
 I hurriedly put my wits to work as to how I 
 should escape from their meshes, for I had, indeed, 
 fallen in with another band of robbers, with which 
 this mountain is infested. 
 
 I was not many moments in making up my 
 mind, indeed, if I had been, in all probability I 
 should never have had the opportunity of jotting 
 down my travels in Foreign Lands. 
 
 Hastily drawing forth a huge business wallet, 
 which I noted they viewed with grim satisfaction. 
 I threw it with all my strength in the direction 
 just opposite to the way I wished to escape. 
 
 Eager to be the first possessor of the treasure, 
 they all made a rush for it, and during the con- 
 fusion that ensued I bounded like a deer down 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 43 
 
 the mountain side, running for dear life, while I 
 heard the crack of their pistols, and the whiz of 
 their bullets past my head. I was not long I 
 assure you in regaining my companions, to whom 
 I related my experience. Receiving a repri- 
 mand from my guide, I inwardly thanked provi- 
 dence that 1 had again made such a narrow 
 escape. 
 
 THE CBATBB OF VE8UVTU8 A8 I SAW IT. 
 
 I was heartily glad to get back to Naples, and 
 from thence I took my departure for Rome again. 
 Seven long hours travelling through a hot Italian 
 sun, brought me once more to the "Eternal 
 City." Here in company with an old resident of 
 Rome, whose acquaintance I had made on the 
 train from Naples, I rode about the city and 
 visited some of the principal objects of interest. 
 
 I was so well pleased with my experience that 
 I concluded to spend another day. So the next 
 morning I was provided with an excellent guide, 
 costing me 24 francs, which I by no means regret- 
 ted, and proceeded to visit the ancient ruins 
 which Rome holds enshrined, of all the sublimest 
 
44 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 monuments of history and antiquity. Every spot 
 is sacred to the memory of departed glories. Its 
 ruins scattered in vast and shapeless masses over 
 
 INTEBIOB OP THE COLOSSEUM. 
 
 the Seven Hills impress us with solemn awe, for 
 they stand in lonely majesty, with groves of 
 funereal cypress waving over them. Its palaces, 
 its tombs, its baths, its temples, stand majestic 
 and solitary amid the waste of time and desola- 
 tion. 
 
 From ancient Rome, turn we now our attention 
 to the time when — 
 
 "Joy to the world our Saviour is born." 
 
 I find myself descending the very steps our 
 beloved Saviour had descended, a prisoner, over 
 1,800 years before at Jerusalem. 
 
 I stood upon the very steps and peered into 
 the gloom and darkness of the Mamertine Prison, 
 where Paul and Peter were cast, bound in chains. 
 
 I was in the very house where St. Paul lived ; 
 was in the prison in which he was thrown — saw 
 the very cup with which he baptised. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 45 
 
 Filled with a strange reverence and awe, im- 
 agination led me back through the dim dark 
 vista of long ages ago, to the days when' Paul, 
 standing up before Festus, surrounded by the 
 High Priests and the Jews, appealed to Caesar as 
 a Roman citizen. 
 
 "Were it not for this appeal to Caesar, Rome, for 
 aught we know, might never have became the 
 "Holy City." But Paul, bound in chains, to 
 Rome must go, and from that day to this, the 
 "Eternal City" has been the centre of the most 
 bitter religious controversies the world has ever 
 witnessed. The glimmering dawn looming up 
 from beyond the eastern hills of Bethlehem, its 
 gentle light growing brighter and brighter, gives 
 evidence of a New Era, whose brightness shall 
 penetrate the uttermost parts of the earth. 
 
 At 10:30 p. M., I left Rome for Florence by the 
 night express train. • 
 
 I experienced a terrible night of it, the heat 
 being excessively oppressive, and for the first 
 time during my trip through Italy, found the car 
 crowded and uncomfortable ; I essayed to sleep, 
 but with the exception of a few " cap naps," I 
 met with indifferent success. 
 
 At 7 A. m., I arrived in the beautiful city of 
 Florence. Its situation is peculiarly happy, in 
 the vale of Arno which forms one continued 
 interchange of garden and grove, encldsed by 
 hills and distant mountains. 
 
 Its public buildings are fine, though all mod- 
 ern. Being surpassed by those of Rome, they no 
 longer excite any peculiar interest. 
 
 The environs of Florence are nearly as roman- 
 tic as those of Rome, and whose * ' Etrurian 
 shades high over-arched embower" has been 
 rendered classical by the immortal verse of Mil- 
 ton, who is supposed to have drawn from it his 
 picture of Paradise, when he describes it — < 
 
46 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 " Shade above shade 
 
 A woody theatre of stateliest view." 
 
 More remote, and approaching to the greatest 
 height of the Appennines, the sacred hermitage 
 of Camaldoli stands in a valley. Fourteen miles 
 higher up, amid the most solitary and savage 
 recesses of the Appennine Mountains, is the 
 Franciscan Convent of Lavernia, containing 80 
 friars. It is seated on a lofty rock, broken into 
 numberless pinnacles, while thick groves, rising 
 to the summit and nodding over the steps, cast 
 a rich and mellow shade upon the whole scene. 
 
 As the afternoon wore away, I found myself 
 growing quite sick, probably from the constant 
 strain and excitement resting on my nervous 
 system, so returning to my hotel I was advised 
 to keep quiet and seek rest, which I accordingly 
 did. After invigorating exhausted nature with 
 a small medicinal application, I felt somewhat 
 revived, 'but nevertheless kept quiet until the 
 following morning, when I availed myself of the 
 invitation extended to me from Mr. Tilden of 
 Boston, whose private residence is charmingly 
 situated on the outskirts of Florence ; arriving 
 at his villa I was introduced to his amiable wife 
 and daughter, whom I found to be excellent 
 company and most thoroughly accomplished. 
 From thence, accompanied by my guide, I enjoyed 
 one of the most delightful rides through «the 
 surrounding country, which is truly charm- 
 ing. 
 
 The next day being Saturday, and as I had got 
 quite enough of sight seeing in the city of Flor- 
 ence, I set out for Venice at 7 P. m., via fast 
 express train. 
 
 The morning was serene and beautiful, not a 
 cloud to be seen in the horizon, and a fine car all 
 to myself. 
 e As we pass through the country the scenery is 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 47 
 
 rich and varied, every foot of which teems with 
 historic interest. 
 
 On arriving at the station at Venice, when pas- 
 sing through the entrance, commissionaires will 
 be seen who will escort the traveler into the 
 hotel, and a gondolier takes his baggage tickets 
 and procure his baggage. 
 
 VIEW IN VENICE. 
 
 The city of Venice, "Queen of the Adriatic," 
 is unrivalled as to beauty and situation. It stands 
 on a bay near the Gulf of Venice, built upon 72 
 islands, with its numberless domes and towers, 
 spires and pinnacles, presenting the appearance 
 of a vast city floating on the bosom of the ocean. 
 The row of magnificent but decaying palaces, 
 which extend along the grand canal, with their 
 light, arabesque balconies and casements, their 
 marble porticoes and peculiar chimneys, present 
 one of the most superb and singular scenes in the 
 world. They stand in majesty of ruin, and 
 exhibit the most affecting combinations of former 
 splendor with present decay ; and as Lord Byron 
 so beautifully expresses it : 
 
 " My beautiful, my own 
 My only Venice— this is breath ! Thy breeze, 
 
48 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 Thy Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face ! 
 The very winds feel native to my veins, 
 And cool them into calmness I" 
 
 The most commanding objects are those round 
 the square of St. Mark, the most magnificent 
 public place in Italy. The church of St. Mark 
 rivals in splendor any edifice in that country or 
 in Europe. But this pomp is gloomy and barbaric; 
 the fine domes which swell from its roof, the 
 crowded decorations which cover its porticoes, 
 give it the appearance of an Eastern Pagoda. 
 
 The Rial^to '* where merchants most do con- 
 gregate," as Shakespeare expresses it, consists of 
 a bold marble arch thrown over the most mag- 
 nificent part of the great canal, exciting universal 
 admiration. 
 
 Ponte de' Sospiri, or "Bridge of Sighs," im- 
 mortalized by Byron in the fourth canto of Childe 
 Harold : 
 
 •• I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; 
 A palace and a prison on each hand ; 
 I saw from out the waves her structure rise, 
 As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand ; 
 A thousand years their cloudy wings expand 
 Around me, and a dying glory smiles 
 O'er the far times, when many a subject land 
 Look'd to the winged lion's marble piles. 
 Where Venice sat in state, throned on her hundred 
 isles." 
 
 Criminals were conveyed across this bridge to 
 hear their sentence, and from there led to their 
 execution ; hence its melancholy but appropriate 
 name. 
 
 The Grand Canal, which takes its serpentine 
 course through the city, is intersected by 146 
 smaller canals, over which there are 306 bridges. 
 The gondola supplies the place of coaches, as 
 carriage or even horseback riding is wholly out 
 of the question here, the streets being so narrow, 
 not usually over 4 or 5 feet wide. 
 
 The gondola, is, therefore, the mode of convey- 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 49 
 
 ance; it cuts its way so rapidly through the water, 
 that in a short time you may be able to visit 
 every part of the city. They are long, narrow, 
 light vessels, painted black, containing in the 
 centre a cabin nicely fitted up with glass win- 
 dows, blinds, cushions, &c. Those belonging to 
 private families are much more richly decorated. 
 The price of their hire is four lire per day, and 
 double that price should you wish two rowers. 
 The most pleasant and healthy portion of Venice 
 is in the vicinity of the Grand Canal, which is 
 broad and deep, with magnificent palaces and 
 churches on either side. Venice is a very reason- 
 able place to reside in; rents are low, and living 
 uncommonly cheap ; society is pleasant and un- 
 restrained, and foreigners are well received, and 
 usually much pleased. 
 
 Sunday, September 1st, I started out at 5 .'SO 
 A. m. , to visit the principal points of interest in 
 the city and its churches, the most important of 
 which is the Church of San Marco ; it is built in 
 the form of a Greek cross, and nearly 600 pillars 
 support the decorations inside and out. 
 
 The walls of the interior are precious marble ; 
 a mosaic of the Virgin of St. Mark is over the 
 central door, and to the right a basin composed 
 of prophyry, supported by a Greek altar, con- 
 taining holy water. 
 
 The altar table in the baptistery is formed from 
 a granite slab, upon which our Saviour is sup- 
 posed to have stood when he preached to the 
 inhabitants of Tyre, and brought from that city 
 in 1126. 
 
 The sacristy, entered by a door at the 
 side of the altar, contains many precious relics, 
 rich jewelry, and a piece of our Saviour's 
 dress. 
 
 Gliding along the smooth waters in our gon- 
 dola, while the sun is going down in picturesque 
 
50 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 grandeur over the broad waves of the Adriatic, 
 we stop to listen to the boatman's song. , 
 
 The balmy breeze gently ruffles the deep blue 
 waters as we rock upon its bosom listening, 
 while our oarsman silently keep time with 
 their oars to the song of the Venetian Gondoliers, 
 whom, as Ave approach, demand a fee, which we 
 cheerfully give. 
 
 Twilight steals in upon us, the vesper chimes 
 ring soft and sweet, melt in low cadence on the 
 shore, proclaiming the vesper hour, and we hear 
 the evening hymn to the Virgin borne on the 
 balmy breeze. 
 
 At 9 A. m., I left Venice for Milan, passing 
 through a delightful country, whose beautiful 
 scenery rivets the attention of the traveler, 
 bordered all along to our left by the Alps, as far 
 as the eye could reach. I arrived at 3 :45 P. M. 
 
 MILAN AND THE CATHEDRAL. 
 
 -Milan is a noble city, situated in a rich plain, 
 watered by the river Po, and is entered by ten 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 51 
 
 gates, the richest one, and the most remarkable, 
 i^ the Porta Orientale. The city is nearly 8 miles 
 in circumference, and, like most ancient cities, 
 irregularly laid out. It is principally noted for 
 its magnificent cathedral, which astonishes and 
 enchants the beholder. 
 
 Fear not that you are expecting more grandeur 
 and beauty than you will realize, for that is 
 impossible. 
 
 Its forest of pinnacles, its wilderness of tracery, 
 delicately marked against the grey sky, is con- 
 structed entirely of white marble from the quar- 
 ries of Gandoglia, beyond Lake Maggiore, and 
 the edifice itself is built in the form of a Latin 
 cross, and is said to contain over 4,400 statues. 
 
 The roof is reached by ascending a flight of 
 160 steps, and at sunset, beneath an Italian sky, 
 the view is perfectly magnificent. 
 
 " All its hues 
 From the rich Biinset to the rising star, 
 Their magical variety diffuse ; 
 And now they change ; a pale shadow strews 
 It's mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day 
 Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues 
 With a new color as it gasps away, 
 The last still loveliest, till— tis gone, and all is grey." 
 
 The theatre, Delia Scala, is considered the 
 finest in Italy. 
 
 At 6:20 I left Milan and arrived at Arona, a 
 small town situated on the borders of one of 
 Italy's fairest lakes, Lake Maggiore, the scenery 
 of which is exquisitely beautiful, that toward the 
 Alps being bold and mountainous, while toward 
 the south it is less steep. 
 
 Here I remained over night, retiring early, as 
 I had to catch the first boat in the morning. At 
 4:30 A. M., I left Arona, via steamer, for a six 
 mile sail on the Lake. I shall never forget he 
 beauty of the scene, as the sun rose, lighting up 
 
52 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 peak after peak of the glorious Alps, whose sum- 
 mits, crowned with snow, glittered in the resplen- 
 dent glory of the morning sun. At 6 A. M. , i 
 landed at Stresa, where you connect with the 
 diligence which crosses the Alps. I was just in 
 time and fortunate in procuring a good seat. The 
 driver mounts his box, bids the hostler adjust 
 some disarrangement of the harness ; the off 
 horse paws the ground impatiently and gives a 
 frightful plunge, which, coming so unexpectedly 
 and sudden, nearly upsets a portly Englishman 
 perched by my side on the top of the diligence, 
 who was then just in the act of lighting a 
 cigar, but failed in the attempt, much to the no 
 small amusement of a congregation of urchins 
 collected by the inn door, who sent up a shout of 
 derisive laughter at his expense. I 
 
 In the midst of which, crack goes the whip and 
 away we go, leaving the little village and its rus- 
 tic populace behind us, and rattling over an old 
 moss covered bridge, we begin our ascent of the 
 Alps. 
 
 The ascent commences almost immediately 
 after leaving the town, and, passing through 
 green meadows, it approaches the Gorge of 
 Saltine, where the torrent is seen rushing down 
 the valley, amid bristling rocks and rugged 
 embankments. ^ 
 
 Passing the First Refuge, a beautiful view of 
 the Rhone Valley is seen ; here we breathe our 
 horses and again start off. Two and a half miles 
 the Second Refuge is passed, and pausing for a 
 moment to rest the animals, we obtain another 
 fine view. The road now bends around the 
 valley of the Gauter and crosses the Gauter 
 Bridge, which is so much exposed to avalanches 
 and fearful gusts of wind, that it is left uncovered 
 for fear it would be carried away during the 
 winter storms. Accompanied by my guide I 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 53 
 
 took a short cut and enjoyed the mountain 
 climbing. 
 
 ASCENDING THE ALPS WITH MY GUIDE. 
 
 The Third Refuge is reached, where fresh post 
 horses are kept. A magnificent view of the 
 valley and the Bernese Alps attracts the attention 
 of the traveler, and arriving at the Fifth Refuge 
 a picture of rugged and barren desolation sur- 
 rounds the traveler; vegetation has almost ceased, 
 and the eye roams from rock to glacier, while the 
 roaring cataract fills up the picture of rugged and 
 barren grandeur. 
 
 From this point to the summit is the most 
 dangerous part of the road. At the Sixth Refuge 
 a cross marks the highest point of the Pass, 6,628 
 feet above the level of the sea. About half a 
 mile and we reach a place for refreshments, called 
 the Hospice, a similar establishment to that of the 
 Great St. Bernard, founded by Napoleon I. En- 
 tertainment is gratuitous, but visitors are expected 
 
54 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 to put as much, if not more, into the poor box, 
 than a similar entertainment would cost him in 
 an inn. 
 
 Passing the Seventh Refuge we arrive at Sim- 
 
 WAGON KOAD OF NAPOLEON. 
 
 plon. The road now passes through the Gallery 
 of Oonda, the longest tunnel of the Simplon, over 
 700 feet in length, hewn out of the solid rock. As 
 we pass further on, the Falls of Fressinone dash 
 with. its ceaseless roar wildly through the gorge 
 of rocks that rise almost perpendicular to the 
 height of 2,000 feet. Then we pause to .get 
 down and view the terrible grandeur of the scene. 
 
 " And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge 
 I stand, and on the torrents brink beneath 
 Behold ! the tall pines dwindling into shrubs, 
 In dizziness of distance ; when a leap, 
 Astir, a motion, even a breath, would bring 
 My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed 
 To rest forever." 
 
 A few moments and we are off again, and at 
 length reach Gondo, the first Swiss village, where 
 an old tower is used for an inn, and beyond a 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 55 
 
 granite column on the left of the road, marks the 
 Italian frontier, which, upon passing, we find 
 ourselves in Switzerland. 
 
 Below us the country assumes a new aspect, 
 and we suddenly find ourselves transferred as if 
 by magic, from savage, wild and rugged grand- 
 eur, to tressled vines, green chestnuts, gray 
 olives and balmy air. 
 
 This celebrated route which we have just 
 crossed has been made memorable for all time 
 from the fact of its having been built under the 
 decree of the Emperor Napoleon I. 
 
 After the battle of Marengo, with the bitter 
 experience of his former difficult attempt in 
 crossing the Alps with his army, and the loss of 
 so many of his brave soldiers amid the snows 
 and glaciers of the Alps, he determined to have 
 a great military road to Italy, and ordered the 
 stupendous undertaking to be commenced, which 
 was considered at the time to be one of the 
 greatest achievments of modern engineering skill. 
 
 It commenced at Geneva and ended at Milan, 
 and eost about three and a half million of dollars, 
 requiring the labor of over 30,000 men to com- 
 plete the work. 
 
 At 9 P. M., the diligence brought us all safe to 
 Briez, of which we were right heartily glad, being 
 very fatigued with the journey. 
 
 As we looked back and saw the Alps bathed in 
 a flood of moonlight, their grandeur seemed even 
 more sublime than if viewed in the day. Briez 
 is a small town of about 800 inhabitants, situated 
 at the base of the Simplon. 
 
 At 7.20 next morning I left Briez for Martigny. 
 Never will I forget this delightful railroad ride. 
 It was just after a very hard storm ; the atmos- 
 phere was pure and delicious, and the scenery 
 bright and glorious ; on one side of the railroad 
 flowed a beautiful river, and on the other, a long 
 
56 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 range of Alpine scenery, from amidst which Mont 
 Blanc could be seen towering above all others. 
 
 Peak after peak looming up, crowned with 
 their canopy of eternal snow, reflected their sil 
 very sheen in the bright rays of the morning sun, 
 while around me, Elysian fields, tressled vine- 
 yards and the Swiss cottages here and there peep- 
 ing out from the Alpine "mountain heights, paint* 
 ed a picture on my memory akin to that my im- 
 agination would portray of Paradise. I was anx- 
 ious to ascend Mont Blanc, and reaching Mar- 
 tigny at 9.30 a. m., I met with a number of trav- 
 elers pursuing the journey on foot, preferring to 
 take in the scenery at their leisure, and perhaps, 
 also, on the score of economy. It costs 12 francs 
 for a horse, and 12 francs for a guide, or a car- 
 riage can be hired for 40 francs. 
 
 As I am not over fond of walking, particularly 
 a distance of 27 miles, and had got tired of horse- 
 back riding on my ascent of Mount Vesuvius, I 
 concluded I would hire a wagon. 
 
 A party of Englishmen hailing from London, 
 
 HOTEL CLEKC, MAETIGNT. 
 
 and with whom I had taken breakfast, 
 
 boasted 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 57 
 
 considerably of their ability of reaching the 
 mountain as soon as I could with my guide 
 and conveyanoe. I only laughed at their prov- 
 erbial "blowing," and assured them I would 
 give them two hours start and beat them at that. 
 
 So away they started on their journey, a jolly 
 rollicking party, the true typical representatives 
 of Mr. John Bull. 
 
 All things being in readiness, and nothing of 
 particular interest to detain me any longer here, 
 I started off for Mont Blanc. The road proceeds 
 in a zig-zag direction, now to the left, then to the 
 right. Now traversing a wild ravine, and up the 
 steep declivity to a Swiss hamlet, which we leave 
 and press onward. 
 
 It is 4 p. M. when we reach a roadside inn ; our 
 horses are tired, and the guide suggests an hour's 
 stop, to rest and feed the animals, and recuperate 
 our flagging energies. 
 
 To this I readily consented, and as I entered 
 the inn my eyes lighted upon my English wor- 
 
 BOAD SIDE INN ON THE ALPS. 
 
 Hero I met the three "Red Noses." 
 
 thies, seated around a table discussing the merits 
 of a bottle of champagne, while the formidable 
 
58 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 array of empty dishes and disordered table plain- 
 ly indicated that fearful havoc had, in all proba- 
 bility, been made upon sundry chunks of roast 
 beef, a few ribs of which alone were left to tell 
 the tale. 
 
 " Hallo, there ! " *ays I. 
 
 " Hi, yi ! my heyes, is that you," ejaculated one 
 of them., with good round paunch, and a jolly red 
 nose. 
 
 " Well, I declare," added his elbow neighbor. 
 
 "You must have slid down here from some 
 Alpine glacier on the mountains." 
 
 " Not a bit of it," replied I. 
 
 " You don't know me — always ahead <*f time — 
 come John — Charley — Henry — or whatever your 
 name is," addressing a diminutive Swiss specimen 
 of humanity who wore. a smock coat and a little 
 white apron. " Dance around now, and get me 
 something to eat." 
 
 At this my English friends roared out, but I 
 did not catch the joke. 
 
 "Ha, say, you'll 'av to warble to 'im in the 
 sweet accents of the Tyrol." 
 
 Nothing abashed, and enjoying my newly dis- 
 covered difficulty, I cried out: 
 
 ' ' Gominze here, habinze dinnare for me," with 
 a terrible effort at foreign pronounciation. 
 
 Another guffaw burst forth from the throats of 
 the Englishmen. 
 
 "That's very good for German," says one. 
 " Now twist your tongue around to a longitude 
 of twenty degrees west of Greenwich, and gently 
 touch it up with a little of the Swiss dialect." 
 
 " Give it up," cried I, in despair, and slashing 
 down my slouch hat, 1 strode for the door and 
 beckoned for my guide. 
 
 "You see, gentlemen, there's no use of trying 
 to bluff Beatty;why, six months from now, some 
 of your daughters will be playing away for dear 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 59 
 
 life on a Beatty Piano in the adjoining parlor " 
 ' My heyes ! " retorted our worthy possessor 
 of the red nose. "Perhaps you'll be hoisting 
 one on top of the Pyramids of Egypt next." 
 
 " Yes," cried I. " Can't *ejl gentlemen— can't 
 tell — stranger things than that have happened," 
 saying which, I proceeded to instruct my guide, 
 who could speak English, what I desired, and 
 drawing a chair up to where they were seated, 
 accepted| a proffered glass of water, upon receiv- 
 ing which, I rose reverentially as they proposed a 
 toast. 
 
 " By hall means, by hall means, Mr. Beetee," 
 cried one. 
 
 y The Beatty Piano and Organ for ever, gentle- 
 men," cried another. 
 
 They all drank the toast, amid the expostula- 
 tion of one blink-eyed gentleman to the right, 
 who wheezed out asthmatically. 
 
 " To blazes with yer Horgans, let's 'av a toast 
 what is a toast; saying which, all hands 
 filled up again, and he rose slowly from his seat. 
 
 "Gentlemen, 'eres to Hold Hingland;" saying 
 which, they all drank with reverence. 
 
 At this juncture my dinner was announced, and 
 I left our worthy Johnny Bulls to continue their 
 convivial repast, while I adjourned to an inner 
 apartment, free from the noise and bustle of the 
 inn, and where it was more congenial to my own 
 taste. As I gazed out of my tressled window the 
 magnificence of the scenery was truly enchanting. 
 Hundreds of feet below I espy the winding silver 
 thread of what appears to be a little meandering 
 brook, but which in reality is a wide flowing 
 river, and down in the valley clustering houses 
 and a church nestled and half concealed amid 
 foliage and jutting promontories of mossy rocks. 
 
 Above me, still further, the glaciers of the 
 Alps look down upon me in their majesty, as 
 
60 DANIEL F. BEATTT'S 
 
 though laughing at the feeble efforts of man to 
 scale their dizzy heights. From my window I 
 discern my English friends walking up the road 
 at a brisk pace, and laughing heartily among 
 themselves. 
 
 The hour of respite having expired, I am again 
 seated in my conveyance ready to pursue my jour- 
 ney, but this time I have a companion, a beautiful 
 young lady, for whom my host has interceded, 
 and of course I accede, as it adds additional 
 interest to have so agreeable a companion with 
 whom I could converse, interchange ideas, and 
 enjoy, with mutual admiration, the scenery before 
 us. 
 
 On leaving the inn, the road clings close to the 
 mountain, and further on we pass through a dark 
 tunnel, from which emerging, and urging on our 
 horses, we soon overtake our English travellers, 
 and exchanging salutations, we pass on, soon 
 leaving them far in the distance. Now the road 
 takes a turn, crosses a rustic bridge over a swift 
 cataract that roars and plunges down a steep 
 precipice and is lost sight of amid the shrubs, 
 boulders and pines of the rugged mountain, and 
 a village beyond over which seems to hang, as it 
 were, huge mountains of ice and snow, as though 
 a breath might cause it to break away and de- 
 scending in one swift avalanche, spread, ruin and 
 devastation before it, At this point we leave 
 our horses and proceed with our guide on foot. 
 
 At length, by 8.30 we reach 
 
 CHAMOUNIX. 
 
 This lovely retreat, once so secluded and almost 
 unknown, is now the favorite resort, and rivals 
 Niagara or Saratoga in all the excitement and 
 bustle of a favorite summer resort. 
 
 After paying and dismissing my guide and 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 61 
 
 conveyance I repaired to my hotel, located in a 
 beautiful portion of the town, fully satisfied with 
 my journey from Martiney to Chamounix. Hav- 
 ing rested for an hour or so and partaken of some 
 refreshments, I again sally forth — and whom 
 shouid I encounter but my portly friend with the 
 red nose and his three English companions, who, 
 decidedly tired, weary, and foot sore, were sorry, 
 I warrant, for not taking my advice and hiring a 
 conveyance. The next* morning I awoke full of 
 enthusiasm, eager for fresh ventures. From the 
 windows of the hotel I could obtain a splendid 
 view of Mont Blanc, and with the aid of a power- 
 ful telescope could even discern people ascending 
 its steep sides, bound for its ice-capped summit. 
 
 At 7.30 I have decided to ascend "Mer de 
 Glace " — the sea of ice — which I had viewed 
 from the top of Mount Blanc the previous day ; 
 so procuring me a fresh guide and a mule, away 
 we go, in company with a celebrated physician of 
 Boston and some twenty ladies and gentlemen, 
 all bent on the same journey. 
 
 Oo, on, on, we go up the mountain side, our 
 mules first on one side then on the other; now 
 near the edge of some dangerous precipice, from 
 which I would turn my head in dizziness, and 
 again hugging close to the rocky boulders that 
 jut out as though to intercept us on our path. 
 The Doctor was mounted on a splendid animal — 
 all white, and named Mont Blanc. He was a 
 fine leader, and nothing could induce him to go 
 but just so fast. 
 
 " Now, Mont Blanc," says the Doctor, address- 
 ing his mule, " you are a noble animal, you have 
 not stumbled once. I have great confidence in 
 you — see that you keep up your reputation." 
 
 And the dumb brute, as though conscious of 
 the compliment' paid him, pricked up his ears and 
 jogged along with a sure and steady gait. 
 
62 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 From the lieiglit of Montauvert we saw the Mer 
 de Glace shining in the morning sun, and saw a 
 party crossing on the other side. 
 
 In half an hour more we found ourselves cross- 
 
 MER DE GLACE OR 6EA OF ICE. 
 
 ing the Mer de Glace, and were delighted at the 
 extraordinary spectacle presented. At the place 
 where we stood, the pressure from the snow above 
 had caused the ice to mass itself together in 
 heaps, and to assume the most remarkable shapes; 
 grotesque forms of ice, irregular and jagged, 
 piled up one above another, bearing a resem- 
 blance to transparent towers, and again like so 
 many ice witches and hobgoblins huddled to- 
 gether in wild fantastic groups, with here and 
 there some lofty column looming up, followed by 
 a long range, like the broken and dismantled 
 ramparts of some ruined city, while some giant 
 shaft of ice looming over the rest suddenly disap- 
 pears under the magic wand of the sun's warm 
 rays and toppling over is precipitated into the 
 abyss below with a roar resembling subterranean 
 thunder. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 63 
 
 At 3.15 p.m., I find myself safe back to my 
 hotel. In the evening I took a stroll out into the 
 streets of this old and picturesque town, but re- 
 tired early, as at 7 A. m. the next morning I set 
 out for Geneva. All along from Chamounix to 
 Geneva an extended panorama of the Alps pre- 
 sents itself, and from amid its long extended 
 range lifts the snow capped peaks of Mont 
 Blanc. 
 
 Now, the ascent becomes extremely difficult 
 so clutching the rope tied to my guide's side, 
 with a tighter hold, and planting my pole into 
 the crust of snow, I began the more difflcnlt part 
 of my laborious journey. One runs the continual 
 danger of slipping and falling while climbing 
 over the icy billows, and occasionally finding 
 oneself upon the brink of a wide crevice in a 
 mass of ice two or three hundred feet deep, 
 across which one must leap, without any other 
 foothold tban a smooth icy wave or hillock. As 
 I looked down the broad fissures and yawning 
 chasms, I felt as though I could go no further; my 
 guide encouraged me with the assurance that we 
 had passed the most difficult part, but I found it 
 no easy task climbing alongside of a perpendicu- 
 lar rock, without anything to hold on to but the 
 rope from my guide, following a narrow ledge 
 cut in the rocks, midway between two perpen- 
 dicular walls, the one above me and the other 
 below, from which dizzy height I see the Mer-de- 
 Glace dazzling my eyes with its bright reflec- 
 tions. 
 
 The guide now advised me to hasten, because 
 the stones were being frequently precipitated 
 from the rocks above, and should they clog our 
 narrow pathway where one can scarcely turn, or 
 should even a gust of wind come howling down 
 the steep declivity, we would be plunged in the 
 frightful depths below. Above me I gaze with 
 
64 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 terror upon the heavy masses of rock hanging 
 over my head, as they appeared just ready to 
 fall. " Nay ! on ! on ! cries the guide, as he pulls 
 my slipping feet up the crumbling debris, and I 
 inwardly pray for deliverance from what would 
 be certain death should I falter. A few minutes 
 
 HOTEL NEAR THE BEA OF ICE. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 65 
 
 more, and we reach the summit. 1 felt unspeak- 
 ably thankful that I had overcome the dangers 
 that had surrounded me on every side. The 
 sinking sun lit up the snow-capped peaks in the 
 gold and purple grandeur of the dying day. 
 Mont Blanc and the Col de Balme vied with each 
 other in their majestic splendor, standing forth 
 in all their grand and silent sublimity, whose very 
 silence proclaims from generation to generation, 
 the glory, greatnes, and majesty of our great 
 Creator. The descent, though less toilsome, is 
 still dangerous ; so slowly and carefully picking 
 our way down the rugged rocks, jumping deep 
 chasms, and toiling through the snow and ice we 
 finally reach our horses, which mounting, we 
 travel over another fearful road, washed out by 
 the late storm, and commence our descent con- 
 siderably faster than we went up. 
 
 Some conception of its immense height can be 
 had viewed from this distance. The view of the 
 Alps, however, from this point is rather tame 
 compared to the Simplon Pass route. 
 
 At 2 P. M. I arrived at Geneva. The next morn- 
 ing, " at early peep o' day," the day bidding fair 
 to be fine, I was up and enjoyed a fine walk on 
 the shores of the beautiful Lake of Geneva. 
 
 My French money, with which I had provided 
 myself in London, now gave out, and part of the 
 day was consumed in arranging my financial 
 affairs, and purchasing my tickets for Germany, 
 Belgium, and Holland. 
 
 I had already secured my ticket from Geneva 
 back to Paris before leaving France for Italy, but 
 this I could sell again, and so I determined to ex- 
 tend my travels through Germany. 
 
 Having arranged my plans accordingly, I con- 
 tinued my tour of inspection. 
 
 Geneva is beautifully situated at the southern ex- 
 tremity of Lake Geneva. The river Rhone divides 
 
66 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 tlie city into two parts, and is connected by six 
 bridges. 
 
 HOTEL DE LA MATROPOLE, GENEVA. 
 
 As you drive on the left side of the lake you 
 pass Diodati, the villa of Lord Byron during his 
 residence in Switzerland in 1816. It was called 
 after a friend of the poet, who visited him here. 
 During his residence here, it is said he composed 
 his tragedy of Manfred, and his third Canto of 
 Childe Harold. 
 
 Near the lake is the villa of Sir Robert Peel, 
 and another formerly occupied by the Empress 
 Josephine. 
 
 On the road to Chateau Rothschild, about 4% 
 miles from Geneva is Ferney, which contains the 
 chateau formerly occupied by Voltaire, the great 
 French Infidel, whose writings have cursed the 
 earth with their false doctrines. 
 
 At 11 A. M. (of the next day), I departed for 
 Berne, the capital of Switzerland. It stands in a 
 beautiful position on the left bank of the river Aar. 
 The town derives its name from Baren, the Ger- 
 man for bears, that being the figure or emblem on 
 there crests and armorials bearings of the Canton. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. G7 
 
 The natives of Berne worship bears much the 
 same as the natives of Constantinople worships 
 pidgeons, or the natives of Egypt are said to wor- 
 ships cats. For many centuries numerous bears 
 were kept at the expense of the city, and a certain 
 fund is now devoted for that purpose. 
 
 The principal building is the Cathedral, which 
 contains one of the largest organs in the world, 
 upon which I heard *' The Storm at Sea," per- 
 formed by their celebrated organist, and which 
 was truly impressive and grand. From the old 
 cemetery of the cathedral, covered with fine shady 
 trees, from an elevation of over 100 feet above 
 the river, a splendid view of Berne can always be 
 had. 
 
 Having seen all of interest in this city, I left at 
 6 a. m. , the next day for Frankfort-on-the-Main. 
 
 Arriving at Basle, our baggage is again over- 
 hauled by the government officials. A very sin- 
 gular eustom prevails in this city — that of keep- 
 ing their clocks one hour in advance of those in 
 other cities; one reason given for the curious 
 practice is that the attempt of an enemy to sur- 
 prise the city was defeated by the town clock 
 striking one instead of twelve; the conspirators 
 in the town thinking they were an hour too late, 
 failed to keep their appointment. The citizens 
 ever after kept their clocks an hour ahead of time. 
 From here we proceed on our journey to Heidel- 
 berg. It is one of the principal towns of Baden, 
 and contains 20,100 inhabitants, one-third of 
 whom are Catholics. The principal point of in- 
 terest is the Castle of Heidelberg, founded in the 
 14th century, which combines the double character 
 of palace and fortress. The cellars of the Castle 
 are very extensive, capable of holding 800 hogs- 
 heads of wine. In front of the Castle is a wooden 
 statue of the Court fool, Porkes, who never went 
 to bed sober, and always on a short allowance of 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 from 15 to 18 bottles daily. From the terrace and 
 garden most magnificent views may be obtaiued. 
 
 COURT YARD, HEIDELBERG CASTLE. 
 
 The Church of the Holy Ghost is a singular 
 building, divided in the centre by a partition run- 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 69 
 
 ning the whole length of the church, and the two 
 services, Catholie and Protestant, are performed 
 under the same roof. 
 
 The University of Heidelberg is one of the most 
 celebrated, and ranks equal with Vienna and 
 Prague. From here we proceed to Frankfort - 
 on-the-Main, which we reach at 8.30 p. m. 
 
 This city is one of the most ancient; Charla- 
 magne had a palace here, and held a council with- 
 in its walls in 794, and a century later it became 
 the capital of Germany. It is the native place of 
 Rothschild, the richest banker in the world. The 
 house where he was born, No. 148 Judengasse 
 (Jews Street) is still shown. 
 
 The* Cathedral is an ancient edifice, commenced 
 in the 13th century. 
 
 Outside of the Friedberg gate is situated the 
 colossal mass of granite rocks grouped together 
 in memory of the Hessians who fell defending 
 Frankfort, the whole surmounted by a military 
 device taken from the French. It was erected by 
 the king of Prussia. 
 
 In front of the theatre (a very fair one) is a 
 monumental statue, erected to Germany's most 
 celebrated poet — Goethe. 
 
 The house where he was born is situated at 
 No. 74 in the Hirschgraben, and his father's coat 
 of arms — three lyres — over the door. 
 
 A magnificent bronze statue of Schiller, the 
 poet, was erected on Schillerplatz in 1864. 
 
 The monument to Gutteriberg, the inventor of 
 printing, is situated on the Ross Markt. 
 
 The central figure, with the types in his left 
 hand is Guttenberg, on his right stands Faust and 
 on his left Schoff er. The home of Martin Luther 
 is situated in the Domplatz, the greatest leader in 
 the Reformation, and to whom the world is in- 
 debted for the Protestant Religion freed from the 
 superstition of the dark ages. 
 
70 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 The ancient fortifications have been converted 
 into public gardens, which are one of the great- 
 est attractions in the city. 
 
 At 7 a. M. I left Frankfort for Mayence, which 
 is a city of great antiquity. It was founded by 
 Drusus 14 years B. C. 
 
 Among the principal edifices of Mayence which 
 are of great antiquity, is the Cathedral, a vast pile 
 of red sandstone, began in the tenth and finished 
 in the eleventh century. A site formerly occupied 
 by the dwelling house of Guttenberg, the inventor 
 of printing, a native of the town, is seen with 
 interest. 
 
 At 9.20 A. M. I stepped on board the steamer 
 for a sail down the river Rhine to Cologne. 
 
 It happened very fortunate for me that this 
 steamer, one of the fastest in Europe, was used 
 as an express between Mayence and Cologne, a 
 distance of 117 miles, as it makes only two stops 
 on the way. On taking a way boat, one must 
 make at least 30 stops. The passage down the 
 river Rhine is replete with interest, being the 
 most picturesque river in the world. 
 
 Here one sees clustering vineyards covering 
 steep and shore, and interlacing the most roman- 
 tic ruins. ' Nowhere is the vine cultivated to a 
 greater extent. The humblest peasant has Ids 
 square yard of vineyard, and every accessible 
 spot is covered with this favorite plant. 
 
 The well-known "Hock" wine, erroneously 
 applied to all German wines, is grown eastward 
 of Mayence. 
 
 As we pass the Seven Sisters a heavy thunder 
 storm sprang up, which lasted but a short time, 
 however, as the sun soon shone out as bright as 
 ever, and the foliage on either side brightened 
 into a deeper emerald, and added to the charm oi 
 the scene. 
 
 As we pass down the Rhine, the ruins of Eh- 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 71 
 
 renfels rise in the distance beyond, immortalized 
 by the celebrated poet, Southey, in the following 
 tradition : 
 
 •* The summer and autumn hath boen so wet. 
 That in winter the corn was growing yet ; 
 'Twas a piteous sight, to see all around 
 The grain lie rotting on the ground. 
 
 Every day the starving poor 
 Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door, 
 For he had a plentiful last year's store ; 
 And all the neighborhood could toll 
 His granaries were iurnish'd well. 
 
 At last Bishop Hat to appointed a day 
 
 To quiet the poor without delay ; 
 
 He bade them to his great barn repair, . 
 
 And they should have food for the winter there. 
 
 Rejoiced at such tidings, good to hear, 
 The poor folk fiock'd trom far and near ; 
 The great barn was full as it could hold 
 Of women and children, and young and old. 
 
 Then when he saw it could hold no more, 
 Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; 
 And while for mercy on Christ they call, 
 He set fire to the. barn and burnt them all. 
 
 • I' faith 'tis an excellent bonfire !' quote he, 
 ' And the country is greatly obliged to me 
 For ridding it, in these times forlorn, 
 Of rats that only consume the corn.' 
 
 So then to the palace returned he, 
 And he sat down to his supper merrily ; 
 And he slept that night like an innocent man, 
 But Bishop Hatto never slept again. 
 
 In the morning, as he entered the hall, 
 Where his picture hung against the wall, 
 A sweat like death all o'er him came, 
 For the rats had eaten it out of the irame. 
 
 As he look'd, there came a man from his farm. 
 He had a countenance white with alarm, 
 ' My lord, I opened your granaries this morn, 
 And the rats had eaten all your corn.' 
 
72 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 Another came running presently, 
 And he was as pale as pale could be ; 
 ' Fly, my lord bishop, fly,' quoth he, 
 
 • Ten thousand rats are coming this way, 
 The Lord forgive you for yesterday ! ' 
 
 • I'll go to my tower on the Rhine,' replied he ; 
 
 • 'Tis the safest place in all Germany ; 
 
 The walls are high, and the shores are steep, 
 And the stream is strong and the waters deep.' 
 
 Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten 'd away, 
 And he crossed the Rhine without delay 
 And reach'd his tower, and barred with cure 
 All the windows, doors, and loop holes there. 
 
 He laid him down, and closed his eyes; 
 
 But soon a scream made him arise; 
 
 He started and saw two eyes of flame 
 
 On his pillow, 'from whence the screaming came. 
 
 He listened and look'd: it was only the cat, 
 But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that; 
 For she sat screAiiing, mad with fear, 
 At the army of rats that were drawing near. 
 
 For they have swum over the river so deep. 
 And they have climbed the shores so steep, 
 And now by thousands up they crawl 
 To the holes and windows in the wall. 
 
 Down on his "knees the Bishop fell, 
 
 And faster and faster his beads did he tell 
 
 As louder and louder, drawing near 
 
 The saw of their teeth without he eould hear. 
 
 And in at the windows, and in at the door, 
 And through the walls hy thousands they pour, 
 And down through the ceiling, and up through the 
 
 floor, 
 From the right and the left, from behind and before, 
 From within and without, from above and below — 
 And all at once te the Bishop they go. 
 
 They have whetted their teeth against the stones, 
 And now they pick the Bishop's bones; 
 They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb, 
 For they were sent to do judgment on him," 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 73 
 
 At 4.20 P. m. I arrived at Cologne. It is the 
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 the river Rhine, and strongly fortified, the walls 
 forming a circuit of nearly seven miles. 
 
 The chief glory of Cologne is its magnificent 
 Cathedral, which is one of the finest specimens 
 of Gothic architecture in the world. Although 
 commenced in the year 1248, it is still unfinished ; 
 nearly $2,000,000 have been expended on it by 
 the kings of Prussia during the last 40 years. 
 Behind the high altar is the Chapel of the Magi, 
 or the three kings of Cologne. 
 
 It contains the bones of the three wise men of 
 the east, who journeyed to Bethlehem bearing 
 presents to the infant Christ. The skulls of the 
 Magi, crowned with diamonds, with their names 
 written in rubies. Among the numerous relics 
 in the sacristy is a bone of St. Matthew. 
 
 The Church of St. Ursula is one of the most 
 remarkable sights in this city. The tradition 
 runs, that St. Ursula, daughter to the King of 
 Brittany, accompanied by 11, 000 virgins, ascended 
 the Rhine, on their pilgrimage to the Holy City. 
 On *heir return the whole party was barbarously 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 murdered by the Huns because they refused to 
 break their vows of chastity, and the bones of all 
 the attendant virgins were gathered together, 
 and the present church erected to contain them. 
 
 In every direction these hideous relics stare 
 you in the face. St. Ursula herself is exhibited 
 in a coffin, which is surrounded by the skulls of 
 a few of her favorite attendants. The room in 
 which she is laid also contains many other relics, 
 among these are the chains with which St. Peter 
 was bound, and one of the clay vessels used by 
 the Saviour at the marriage of Cana. 
 
 The well-known perfume, Eau de Cologne, is 
 manufactured here, and is exported in large 
 quantities. My impressions were not very favor- 
 able, from the fact that there does not appear to 
 be any regard for the Sabbath day. 
 
 Monday, Sept. 9th, at 9 A. m., I left Cologne 
 for Brussels, the capital of Belgium, and beauti- 
 fully situated on the river Senne, about 50 miles 
 from the sea. The fortifications of a century ago 
 have all been removed, and on their site beautiful 
 boulevards and promenades have been made, 
 planted with stately linden trees, extending near- 
 ly five miles around the city. Four principal 
 streets surround the park or palace garden, any of 
 which it is difficult to surpass in any city in Eu- 
 rope, the tout ensemble of the whole being truly 
 charming. The Rue Bellevue containing the 
 King's palace, the Rue Ducale, in which is the pal- 
 ace of the Prince of Orange (the late King of 
 Holland), the Rue Brabant and the Rue Royal e, 
 on which are situated the finest mansions in 
 Brussels; in fact the whole city, opera houses, 
 theatres, squares, restaurants and cafes, is a min- 
 iature Paris. 
 
 Brussels contains several splendid Cathedrals, 
 erected in the middle ages. 
 
 The Cathedral of St. Gudale, is surmounted by 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 75 
 
 two large square towers, from the top of which 
 Antwerp is distinctly seen. The pulpit of the 
 Cathedral is formed of wonderfully carved groups 
 of figures representing the expulsion of Adam 
 and Eve from Paradise; the figures are the size of 
 life. The organ is remarkable for its depth and 
 power of intonations and perfect unison. 
 
 On a visit to the old palace the finest pictures 
 in the world are on exhibition, principally Reu- 
 bens and Corregios. The battle field of Waterloo, 
 is 12 miles from the city. The field is now cov- 
 ered with smiling corn, a conical mound 200 feet 
 in height, and surmounted by a bronze figure of 
 the Belgic lion, commemorates the events of June, 
 1815, when Napoleon Bonaparte with a force of 
 70,000 men confronted an English army of 140,- 
 000 men and 380 pieces of cannon, under the 
 Duke of Wellington. Out of thirteen of the 
 greatest pitched battles recorded in history, Na- 
 polean lost but two, the most unfortunate of 
 which was fought here — the Battle of Waterloo. 
 
 The next day I paid a visit to the old palace, 
 situated near the Palais Royale. It was built in 
 1300 and rebuilt in 1746. It now contains mu- 
 seums, public libraries, galleries of paintings and 
 sculpture, and a lecture-room. 
 
 In the picture gallery there are some very fine 
 paintings, especially those purchased by the City 
 at the King of Holland's sale, and are the finest I 
 ever inspected. 
 
 One of the most novel scenes that I witnessed 
 while gazing from the steeple of the Hotel de 
 Ville, was whole troops of dogs harnessed to 
 small carts, driven by peasant women, who, at 
 that early hour in the morning, .come in from the 
 adjacent country with their loads of farm truck, 
 trudging along to market by the side of their 
 canine teams. Such a yelping and barking as 
 some of them set up, mingled -with the hooting 
 
76 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 of boys and scolding women. While some of 
 these trained dogs, long inured to toil, seemed 
 more sober than the rest; looking neither to right 
 
 STREET SCENE. 
 
 or left, they wear an air of responsibility, as if 
 they had more at stake than their masters. 
 
 At 2.30, 1 left Brussels for Antwerp, and as the 
 distance is not great, arrived there in an hour. 
 Antwerp, situated on the right bank of the Scheldt, 
 is the chief port of Belgium. There are few 
 places in Europe so rich in magnificent churches, 
 and embellished by the most remarkable works 
 of art, such as Reubens', Van Dyke's, Jordaen's 
 and other great masters of painting, who were 
 natives of Antwerp. The principal street, Place 
 de Mere, rivals any in Europe. 
 
 Nothing of particular interest attracting my 
 attention here, I took train for Rotterdam. The 
 town contains many charitable institutions, the 
 central prison of the Netherlands, and many su- 
 perior schools. Erasmus, the Reformer, was born 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 77 
 
 here in 14G7. The house of his birth is still pre- 
 served, 
 a-****** 
 
 From here we take "steamer to Queensboro, 
 where at 6.25 the next morning we arrive, 
 
 Here we are obliged to submit to our baggage 
 being overhauled previous to our trip to London, 
 where we arrived safe and sound once more, 
 having made the complete tour of the Continent 
 in as short a space of time as it was possible, com- 
 patible with ease and comfort. 
 
 Here I am again in the great British metropo- 
 lis, safely esconced at the Hotel Midland, where, 
 after recuperating exhausted nature br a good 
 rest, I concluded to give the City my entire at- 
 tention before embarking for America. 
 
 THAMES, LONDON. 
 
 London, the home of our illustrious ancestors. 
 Men of mighty genius, who have left their im- 
 perishable and stupendous works behind them to 
 enrich the coming ages with their wealth of ar- 
 chitecture, science and art, palaces, cathedrals, 
 towers and spires, hoary with age and enshrined 
 in traditions. My first sally was to 
 
78 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 
 "That antique pile, behold, 
 Where royal heads receive the sacred gold ; 
 It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep. 
 There, made like Gods, like mortals there they sleep, 
 Making the circle of their reign complete — 
 These suns of Empire, where they rise they set." 
 
 This venerable pile, founded by one of the early 
 Saxon kings, passing through all the vicissitudes 
 of time, and ravages of war, still retains its an- 
 cient grandeur. In this building the coronation 
 of the Kings and Queens of England have been 
 held. An attempt to describe all the historical 
 relics, points of interest, and traditions attached to 
 each, would fill volumes, The Poet's Corner, 
 contains the monuments of Shakespeare, Milton, 
 Addison, Sheridan, Garrick and many others. Its 
 chapels, aisles and transepts are all filled whit 
 monuments erected to England's brightest intel- 
 lects, commemorative of their departed worth. ' 
 
 It is with feelings of reverential awe that I 
 passed through this venerable Cathedral, and 
 gazed upon the sarcophagus containing the bones 
 of Henry V., and his brother Richard, Duke of 
 York, who were murdered by their cruel uncle 
 Richard III, and passed on to the magnificent 
 monument to the memory of Queen Elizabeth, 
 and from there to the tomb of Anne, Queen of 
 Denmark, and Henry, Prince of Wales. 
 
 But turning from the splendid tombs of kings, 
 princes and the nobility, I approach the plain 
 and simple statue of John Wesley, the founder 
 of Methodism, sculptured in pure marble, and 
 placed upon a pedestal of Peterhead granite ; I 
 read engraved thereon : 
 
 " The best of all is, 
 God is with us." 
 
 which was one of the last utterances of this dis- 
 tinguished divine, whom Southey, the poet 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 79 
 
 laureate of England in those days, considered 
 one of the greatest and purest of men. 
 
 ' ' A greater poet may rise than Homer or Mil- 
 ton, a greater theologian than Calvin, a greater 
 philosopher than Bacon, a greater dramatist than 
 any of ancient or modern fame, but a more dis- 
 tinguished revivalist of the churches than John 
 Wesley, never." 
 
 Amid all the pomp and splendor of sculptured 
 marble that everywhere met my gaze in this 
 grand old cathedral, none impressed itself upon 
 my mind more than John Wesley's, because he 
 was one of the principal architects that God used 
 in the erection of that temple which is to be 
 ' ' built without hands " in the city of our God, 
 and which will live ages upon ages after thp 
 earth shall have crumbled away, and be no more 
 forever. 
 
 From Westminster I visited the Aquarium, 
 and in the evening the Princes' Theatre, where 
 I witnessed the representation of " Uncle Tom's 
 Cabin," making me feel as though I was once 
 more in America. 
 
 The morning came, and with it the usual Lon- 
 don fog. I was quite sick, and the dullness of 
 the morning was in harmony with my feelings ; 
 but reflecting that the time for my travels in for- 
 eign lands was fast drawing to a close, I con- 
 cluded to shake off my sickness, and remember- 
 ing the suggestion of Mr. Douglass at my home 
 office, to visit the Crystal Palace, I set out for the 
 same, provided myself with the necessary piece 
 of pasteboard from the box-office of the Under- 
 ground Railroad, after paying the stipulated 
 charge thereon, and betook myself to the cars, 
 wherein I experienced my first sensation in riding 
 through an underground railroad tunnel. Shut 
 out from the world above, and with but little, 
 if anything, to attract my attention in my sub- 
 
80 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 terraneous trip, I can't say I was particularly 
 pleased, save that it was an expeditious way of 
 arriving at my destination. I soon found myself 
 viewing the wonders of nature and art under the 
 brilliant dome of the Crystal Palace, but having 
 viewed objects of interest to a greater extent in 
 the Paris Exposition, I was not long in passing 
 through its various departments. 
 
 It occurred to me to visit Alexander Palace, 
 but the ride occupies nearly an hour, and I was 
 meditating whether I would attempt the journey, 
 when the sight, however, of 500 sweet little or- 
 phan children singing the sweet songs of Zion, 
 led me to decide upon going, and which I after- 
 wards found well repaid me for my trouble. 
 
 I left the Midland Grand Hotel next day, and 
 located at the Viaduct Hotel, it being more cen- 
 tral, while the former I found too far on one side 
 of the city. 
 
 St. Paul's Cathedral next demanded my atten- 
 tion, which is situated in the most central part of 
 the metropolis. It stands on an elevated position 
 at the end of Ludgate Hill, and its lofty dome 
 may be seen for miles around. The magnificent 
 deep tones of its great bell, which is only tolled 
 on the occasion of a death in the royal family, can 
 be heard far out of the city. 
 
 Here rest the remains of the Duke of Welling- 
 ton, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and Admiral Nelson, 
 whose motto, "Never give up the Ship," will 
 ever be remembered. 
 
 The choir is extremely beautiful, and rich in 
 magnificent carvings. 
 
 The next day 1 thought I would pay a visit to 
 some of the English advertising agencies, for 
 where one spends such large amounts of money 
 in advertising, as is required in my business, it 
 was a matter of special interest to me to un- 
 derstand the English mode of transacting this 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN IAND3. 81 
 
 slass of business, and how It compared with the 
 American system, in connection with which I vis- 
 ited the principal daily papers in London, amply 
 repaid me for my trouble, winding up my expedi- 
 tion with a steamboat ride en the Thames, with 
 which I was well pleased. 
 
 Sunday I repaired to the Be v. Mr. Spurgeon's 
 ehurch, and heard him preach. The text was 
 taken from Matthew 1st chap. r and 21st verse. 
 
 I was much pleased and edified by his sermon, 
 and am not surprised that he won such a wide 
 and well merited fame, both at home and abroad. 
 
 Avoiding all efforts at a splendid flow of lan- 
 guage, or to dress up his discourse in the flowery 
 rhetoric of the day, but in good old homespun 
 English he drove the truth into the hearts of his 
 hearers, with a power and energy which I plainly 
 «ould see was the main fulcrum on which his 
 great reputation rested. 
 
 The evening set in with every indication of a 
 storm, so I remained indoors, and spent my time 
 in meditating over the traits and characteristics 
 of the people with whom I found myself sur- 
 rounded. 
 
 I must say that I am well and favorably im- 
 pressed with the English; their reverence for God's 
 holy day, throughout the length and the breadth 
 of the land, struck me forcibly as compared with 
 the observance of the dfiy in other countries 
 through which I had just travelled. 
 
 Very little rain fell although the sky looked so 
 threatening, but I afterwards learnt from the 
 daily papers that a severe storm, had passed over 
 England and Scotland, causing immense destruc- 
 tion of life and property. 
 
 Monday I repaired to the ticket office, procured 
 me a ticket for Glasgow, via Edinburgh. I left 
 London, via the Midland Kail way, on Scot's fast 
 express, and found myself dashing through old 
 
82 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 England at tlie rate of 70 miles per hour. I must 
 confess the train travelled fast enough for me, as 
 we went rattling and whizzing along, and although 
 in an imported American Pullman Palace Car, I 
 found it difficult to keep my seat. At length we 
 came to a different set or style of fences and land- 
 
 Bfe 
 
 SCOTT'S MONUMENT, EDINBURGH. 
 
 marks, which plainly indicated we had passed 
 into another country, while the scenery became 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 83 
 
 decidedly Scottish in its character. 9 p.m., found 
 our fast express train puffing into the suburbs of 
 Edinburgh, and it was not long before I found 
 myself booked for the Hotel Royal, just opposite 
 Sir Walter Scott's monument. Tired and weary 
 with my days travel I retired, intent upon getting 
 a good nights sleep, preparatory to my morning 
 peraimbulations. 
 
 Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, is situated 
 on two ridges of hills within two miles of the 
 Firth of Forth. 
 
 Through its centre a deep wild and rocky rav- 
 ine extends, dividing the city into the old and new 
 town, and on the summit of a tremendous preci- 
 pice stands 
 
 EDINBURGH CASTLE. 
 
 There watching high the least alarm 
 Tby rough rude fortress gleams alar ; 
 Like some bold vet'ran, gray in arms 
 And marked with many a seamy scar ; 
 Thy pond'rous wall and massy bar, 
 Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock, 
 Have oft withstood assailing war, 
 And oft repelled the invader's shock. 
 
 This castle teems with romantic interest, and 
 the Crown Jewels are kept deposited here. The 
 next point of interest is the remains of the Palace 
 cf Holyrood. It was a magnificent building in 
 former days ; the ancient residence of Scottish 
 joyalty. The most interesting rooms in the pal- 
 ace are those last occupied by the unfortunate 
 Mary; and where her secretary Rizzio was mar- 
 dred, the marks of his blood are still to be seen 
 on the floor. 
 
 Grayfriar's Church and churchyard is replete 
 with interest. The Martyrs' Monument contains 
 the following inscription: "From May 27, 1661, 
 that the most noble Marquis of Argyle was be- 
 headed, to the 17th of February, 1688, that Mr. 
 
84 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 James Renwick suffered, were one way or other 
 murdered and destroyed for the same cause about 
 18,000; of whom were executed at Edinburgh 
 about one hundred of noblemen, gentlemen, 
 ministers and others, noble martyrs for Jesus 
 Christ." 
 
 A ride through the Queen's Drive well repaid 
 me, and beyond are Salisbury's Craigs. 
 
 At 8 A. m. the following morning I took the fast 
 express for Glasgow. 
 
 ^HH 
 
 VIEW OF GLASGOW, SCOTLAND. 
 
 The first and most prominent object which at- 
 tracts our attention is the Cathedral, which I 
 think ranks next to Westminster Abbey. It is 
 situated in a most picturesque position, and in its 
 church yard, which rises terrace above terrace in 
 the back ground, is erected upon its highest 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 85 
 
 elevation, placed on the top of a fine Doric col- 
 umn, the statue of John Knox, the great Reformer, 
 which looks down upon the dust of those who, 
 laid forever in their narrow cell, sleep the sleep 
 that knows no waking, till the trumpet of the 
 ressurection morn shall rouse them from their 
 lowly bed. 
 
 St. George's Square at the terminus of the 
 Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway, is the principal 
 square in the city. It contains the monument of 
 Sir Walter Scott, Sir John Moore, James Watt, 
 Sir Robert Peel, and Lord Clyde. 
 
 In the immediate vicinity of the Museum stands 
 the Stewart Memorial Fountain, which com- 
 memorates the introduction of Loch Katrine wa- 
 ter into Glasgow. On the summit of the fountain 
 there is a beautiful figure of " The Lady of the 
 Lake. " 
 
 Steam street cars are used to a great extent in 
 this city, and in some of the principal thorough- 
 fares entirely supersede the horse cars. 
 -'At 2 P. m. I left Glasgow for Liverpool, travel- 
 ing through a land which bespoke the thrift 
 and prosperity of its people; passing several beau- 
 tiful English lakes on my right, as we dash with 
 lightning speed over the rails bound for the great 
 commercial port of Liverpool. 
 
 It is the second city in the kingdom, contains 
 about 500,000 inhabitants, and noted for its ex- 
 tensive docks, which are constructed on a most 
 stupendous scale, covering, with the dry-docks, 
 200 acres, with 15 miles of quays. In the square 
 at the Exchange, is a monument of bronze in 
 honor of Admiral Nelson, representing the dying 
 hero receiving a naval crown of victory, and an 
 enemy crushed and prostrate at his feet. The 
 Derby Museum well repaid me for my visit, but 
 my time was limited, being compelled to arrange 
 the next day for my departure for America. 
 
86 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 The next day, Thursday Sept. 19th, at 2.10 p.m. 
 found nie on board the steamship City of Rich- 
 mond, [one of the finest as well as the largest 
 steamers in the world. We had about 700 on board 
 in all, among whom were two Japanese. From 
 Liverpool to Queenstown the sea was very fine ; 
 arriving at Queenstown, we were delayed five 
 hours waiting for the mail, which I improved by 
 going on shore to while away time on dry land, 
 knowing well enough, that once my foot trod the 
 deck, I should not have the pleasure of again 
 being on terra firma for some time to come, 
 which, though comparatively short, was to me. 
 out on the broad expanse of ocean, long enough, 
 I assure ^you. 
 
 But time crept on, 4 o'clock arrived and all 
 things being in readiness, the last tearful bene- 
 diction pronounced from parting relatives and 
 friends, and "all aboard" was the warning sig- 
 nal. A few brief moments the bell in the engi- 
 neer's room rang out, and the monster wheels 
 slowly turning, swung the vessel from her moor- 
 ings, and away we go, bound for 
 
 " The land of the free, and the home of the brave." 
 
 Saturday, September 21st, I awoke experiencing 
 a certain squirmishness which gradually grew 
 worse. A rough sea and strong head winds 
 caused the vessel to tumble considerably, and 
 with the exception of, perhaps, six persons, all on 
 board where enjoying the privilege of being sea- 
 sick. As for me, I kept my bed all day and 
 could not eat a mouthful. 
 
 Sunday came and went, but I was still too sick 
 ta leave my berth. The Church of England ser- 
 vice was held on board, but I contented myself 
 by remaining in my berth, diverted my mind 
 from things terrestrial to things celestial by 
 reading one of Dr. Spurgeon's fine sermons, to- 
 gether with selected passages from the Bible, 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 87 
 
 antf. thus I worshipped God on the mighty deep, 
 feeling that I was still preserved in the hollow of 
 His hand and that His mercy still upheld me in all 
 my wanderings through foreign lands. 
 
 Monday, September 23d.. although cloudy, the 
 sea was considerably smoother, and nearly all on 
 board, including myself, had recovered from 
 their sea-sickness, and were up on deck. The 
 steamer was making good time, with a fine run- 
 ning sea. The evening closed with sacred song, 
 and the next day we experienced a rougher time 
 of it, as a strong head wind was blowing, and the 
 waves heaved and tossed our vessel considerably, 
 bringing back the customary sea-sickness, which 
 I was fortunate enough to be entirely free from 
 on my trip out. 
 
 " We'll have a rough night of it," says one of 
 the sailors to me, which assurance was not very 
 comforting, and I mentally braced myself up to 
 the prospect before me. 
 
 As the hours grew on, and darkness came 
 brooding over the face of the deep, the wind 
 rushed through the riggiug like the sighing of 
 lost spirits, and the waves rose mountains high. 
 Of a sudden I heard the bell signal for the en- 
 gines to stop, and full of misgivings and dim 
 forebodings I tumbled out of my berth, or rather 
 I might say some monstrous wave performed the 
 operation for me, as I found myself sprawling 
 out on the floor, trying to hold on to some object 
 of security as I groped my way along, meeting 
 others in like predicament, all wanting to know 
 what the matter was. 
 
 "Don't be alarmed," cried a stalwart sailor, 
 "this is a noble vessel, the best that ever rode the 
 waves, and it is almost impossible to wreck her." 
 Wiih this morsel of quieting assurance we 
 waited patiently, all sleep banished and longing 
 for the morning light. 
 
88 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 Three and a half long weary hours — they 
 seemed an age to me, as we danced like a feather 
 at the mercy of the sea, lashed into fury by the 
 howling winds, which like so many infuriated 
 demons whirled about our devoted ship as though 
 bidding the angry billows engulph us in its deep, 
 unfathomable depths. 
 
 The morning broke at last, but very cold; 
 strong headwinds still prevailed, we had drifted 
 out of our course,and back towards the Irish coast, 
 8 miles. The sea looked like snowbanks, with 
 its myriad waves lashed into foam, while in the 
 very fury of the elements I could see the good- 
 ness and glory of God, whom I felt was with me 
 through storm and sunshine. In the offing we 
 discerned the steamer City of Berlin, bound for 
 Liverpool. 
 
 While sitting in the saloon of the steamer, after 
 my severe sea-sickness, I was introduced to a 
 charming young lady — Miss Maggie B. McDonald, 
 of St. Louis, Mo., who, with her brother, was re- 
 turning from an extended European tour. I 
 found her a most intellectual conversationalist, 
 and an agreeable young lady. 
 
 Thursday, September 26th — On board the 
 steamer just one week. 
 
 The day is fine and clear, the sea is calm, and 
 its long rolling billows smooth and unbroken, 
 look so innocent and harmless, that a few short 
 hours before were lashed into madness and fury. 
 How gentle, and yet how treacherous, for a few 
 brief hours and again, perhaps, they would be 
 ready to swallow us up in some hidden maelstrom 
 of destruction. We are making splendid time 
 and are nearing the banks of Newfoundland, as it 
 grows colder and colder. 
 
 Friday, September 27th. — I had a splendid 
 view of the sun as it peeped out of the east and 
 lit up the wide and mighty ocean with its amber 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 
 
 and gold, and the myriad waves far off in the 
 eastern horizon glittered in golden scintillations, 
 which grew in intensity as the God of day rose 
 out of his watery palace, while thousands upon 
 thousands of tiny waves, danced with delight 
 beneath his bright and glorious beams. The 
 birth of another day — another leaf in the great 
 book of eterdity. 
 
 At 10 rain set in, but cleared away by 4, and 
 set in extremely cold, with heavy north west 
 winds; at 8 o'clock we are making fine time and 
 through a smooth sea, about 14 knots per hour. 
 
 We had a fine concert in the evening, and took 
 up a collection for the Yellow Fever sufferers. 
 Result £20 10s. 8d. 
 
 Saturday, Sept. 28, was clear but very cold, 
 with northwest wind and heavy sea. We are 
 making good speed; for the first time since quit- 
 ting Liverpool, we had a chance to raise our sails. 
 We are expecting to reach New York by to-mor- 
 row 2 P. M. All well and hopeful. 
 
 Sunday, Sept. 29. — "Land! Land!" these 
 were the magic words that greeted my ears 
 when I awoke, and sure enough upon look- 
 ing out of the port hole, I could plainly dis- 
 cern the shore of Long Island. All on board 
 are happy, and one of our Japanese passen- 
 gers kindly favors me with his card — Seigo Tam- 
 agawa, Tokio, Japan. He was a Brigadier Gen- 
 eral, sent by his government to the Paris Exposi- 
 tion, and who also occupied the position of Min- 
 ister Plenipotentiary to the United States. 
 
 Asking the proud purser if he had a tag to place 
 upon my luggage, he in a very rough way replied : 
 
 " No, I have not." 
 
 Which strongly contrasted with our captain, 
 who was found to be a very polite and christian 
 gentleman, knowing no distinction between rich 
 or poor, with a pleasant smile and word for all. 
 
00 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 The pilot got on board about two o'clock in the 
 morning, bringing us copies of the New York 
 Herald, which were read with intense pleasure, 
 although 3 days old. 
 
 Descending to my berth to arrange for my de- 
 parture, and looking out of the port hole I could 
 see Coney Island and Manhattan Beach, which 
 brought to my mind pleasant recollections of for- 
 mer days. 
 
 In the midst of all this bustle and confusion we 
 do not forget that it is God's holy day, and all 
 join in devotional service, and 
 " Give God the praise, 
 From whom all blessings flow." 
 
 At 1 P. m. we pass Sandy Hook. Coming up 
 the bay, we transferred our mail bags to a tug 
 that came alongside, took on a physician, also 
 Mr. England, publisher of the New York Sun, 
 and my old friend Crockett, of the Grand Central 
 Hotel. 
 
 The first one to greet me on my stepping 
 foot once more on land was my brother Mans- 
 field, who, in company with my excellent finan- 
 cial manager, Mr. and my worthy 
 
 mailing clerk, were all delighted and happy to 
 see me. Entering the carriage my friends had 
 provided, in anticipation of my arrival, we drove 
 rapidly up Broadway to the Grand Central Hotel, 
 where I found a multitude of acquaintances and 
 friends ready to receive me, and to congratulate 
 me upon my safe arrival. At 7 P. M. I was called 
 on by a distinguished New York piano maker, 
 and was met by a hearty reception, and on my 
 return to the hotel, found myself the recipient of 
 a grand reception, and a profusion of floral testi- 
 monials of regard from the ladies. 
 
 It was quite late before the last of my friends 
 withdrew, and tired out, I was not long, I assure 
 you, in seeking my pillow. 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 91 
 
 On glancing at the New York World the fol- 
 lowing morning, I read the following notice : 
 " Daniel F. Beatty, Esq., of Washington, N. J., 
 returned yesterday by the steamer City of Rich- 
 mond. H.e has spent the. entire summer in Eng- 
 land, Germany, and France, placing agencies for 
 the sale of his renowned Pianos and Organs. The 
 demand for his instruments exceeds his anticipa- 
 tions." 
 
 The greater part of the day was spent in visit- 
 ing my many business friends, and making 
 preparations, after my brief respite, to engage 
 once more in business pursuits. 
 
 A telegraph from Washington, N. J. , was re- 
 ceived : 
 
 ' ' Congratulations of the office force. Come at 
 five. Manager." 
 
 5 o'clock p. M. saw me in the parlor sleeping- 
 car off for Washington, N. J. And as we glide 
 swiftly over the rail of the D. L. & W. R. R. , 
 the country never seemed to wear so cheering 
 and bright a prospect, while each familiar scene 
 seemed doubly dear to me after my sojourn in 
 distant lands, and safe return to my native shore. 
 
 At Hackettstown, 12 miles from Washington, 
 the train comes to a stand, when a young man 
 enters the car, and hands me the following tele- 
 gram : 
 
 " Washington, N. J. 
 "Sept. 30th, 
 " Hon. Daniel F. Beatty. 
 
 " Brace up, get your right hand glove off; 
 crowd immense." 
 
 "W. L. andC. P. Huff." 
 
 I must confess I got somewhat nervous, as the 
 staff that accompanied me made no mention as 
 to any reception. 
 
92 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 However I braced myself up, peeled off my 
 right hand glove, and settled myself down like a 
 willing victim to the slaughter. 
 
 From Hacketstown to Washington^ the train 
 skipped along lively, and it was not long before I 
 heard the engineer blow his whistle to signal the 
 switchman at his post, as it is here the Morris & 
 Essex Division of the road ends, and the road di- 
 verges from the track to Easton, and takes a 
 curve to the northwest for Scranton, Bingham- 
 ton and Oswego 
 
 As the train slowed up to the depot, what was 
 my astonishment at beholding a vast concourse of 
 people. 
 
 And my heart took up the joyful refrain of the 
 Washington Brass Band, as it struck up 
 
 " Home again, Home again, 
 From a foreign shore." 
 
 The whole city apparently had emptied itself 
 of its people, and such a concourse of friends and 
 happy faces it has never been my good fortune to 
 see. 
 
 The first to greet me was one of the little boys 
 of our city, who knew me well, and had pressed 
 forward amid the crowd, determined to be the 
 first to grasp my hand ; then came Mr. 
 followed by all the employees and citizens of the 
 city. My father was waiting for me in a barouche 
 and four which entering, a procession was form- 
 ed from the dopot to the office, where upon enter- 
 ing I found packed with another crowd, and best 
 of all, the happy smiling faces of a bevy of little 
 children. The Band of Hope dressed in white, 
 and all drawn up in handsome style, whose happy 
 cheerful voices rang out in songs of welcome. 
 The parlors and offices were all brilliantly illu- 
 minated in honor of the occasion, the celebration 
 of which is graphically described in the Wash- 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 93 
 
 ington, N. J. " Review," from the columns of 
 which I clip the following: 
 
 "Home Again — A Cordial Reception Ex- 
 tended to Mr. Daniel F. Beatty upon his 
 Return from Europe. — On Sunday afternoon, 
 September 29th, at 3 o'clock, the steamer City of 
 Richmond, from Liverpool, arrived in the har- 
 bor of New York. Among her passengers was 
 our townsman, Mr. Daniel F. Beatty, who, after 
 a tour of several months through Europe, was 
 on his way home. Mr. Beatty remained at one 
 of the leading hotels in New York until Mon- 
 day afternoon, when he left that city for homes 
 arriving here at half-past seven o'clock. He wa, 
 met at the railway station by a large number of 
 our most prominent citizens, accompanied by the 
 Washington Band. Immediately on his appear- 
 ance on the platform, the band struck up a live- 
 ly air, and the crowd pressed upon Mr. Beatty 
 to take him by the hand. After a hand shake all 
 around, the barouches in waiting were entered, 
 and the procession, headed by the band, and an 
 immense torchlight procession, moved down 
 Washington Avenue to Beatty Building, which 
 had been brilliantly illuminated in honor of the 
 occasion. 
 
 • " Previous to the starting of the procession from 
 the railway station, the Band of Hope, number- 
 ing about one hundred and fifty young people, 
 marched from the M. E. Church to Beatty Build- 
 ing, and with others, filled the spacious rooms 
 on the second floor. Upon the arrival of the 
 procession in front of the building, Mr. Beatty 
 alighted from his carriage, and as he made his 
 way, was greeted with the sweet strains of a 
 'Welcome,' played upon the piano by Prof. Law- 
 rence, leader of the orchestra at the Delaware 
 Water Gap House. On entering the parlor he 
 
94 DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 was subjected to a rigorous hand-shaking, and 
 welcomed home by an appropriate piece sang by 
 the Band of Hope. Then Master Harry Dildine, 
 son of Prof. W. M. Dildine, delivered the fol- 
 lowing address on behalf of the Band of Hope : 
 
 "'Mr. Beatty — Respected Sir :— Permit 
 me, on behalf of the Band of Hope, to welcome 
 you once more to your native land, and to your 
 own home. Among the many who have shown 
 themselves liberal in benevolent and religious 
 enterprises in our city, no name is more highly 
 appreciated by the Band of Hope than that of 
 Daniel F. Beatty. One of your Golden Tongue 
 Organs, which you presented to us before leav- 
 ing this continent, has contributed very much to 
 make our meetings interesting. Having received 
 the organ while the City of Chester, upon which 
 you were a passenger, was crossing the great At- 
 lantic, this is the first opportunity we have had 
 to express to you our thanks. Allow me to say 
 that you have a place in our memory — we have 
 missed you. Again I say, on behalf of the Band 
 of Hope, that we welcome your return to Wash- 
 ington.' 
 
 ' ' The address was suitably responded to, and 
 then Miss Sallie Spangenberg stepped forward 
 and presented Mr. Beatty with a beautiful bou- 
 quet. The reception ceremonies being over, the 
 members of the Band of Hope filed through the 
 parlor, each one being taken by the hand by Mr. 
 Beatty as they passed out. 
 
 "The reception lasted until a late hour, the 
 guests making themselves at home in the hand- 
 somely furnished rooms devoted to the transac- 
 tion of the Piano and Organ Business, for which 
 the proprietor has established a world-wide repu- 
 tation. 
 V ' Mr. Beatty has cause to feel proud of his 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 95 
 
 welcome home, for it was no doubt the largest 
 demonstration ever made for a similar purpose in 
 this town. And when it is considered that so 
 little notice was given of the time and place of 
 reception, it should be doubly gratifying to the 
 recipient that so many of his friends were present 
 to extent a welcome home. " 
 
 The object of our mission would not be com- 
 plete if we failed to present to our many readers 
 the lessons these sights and scenes have taught, 
 and from which we may draw a moral more forci- 
 ble than any work that fiction could present. 
 
 Comparing the political institutions of Amer- 
 ica with continental Europe, we find ourselves 
 more than ever attached to our own dear native 
 land. 
 
 The "divine right of kings" is merely upheld 
 and perpetuated by the power held by the heredi- 
 tary few, around whose thrones the bristling 
 bayonets of millions stand as slaves, ready, as 
 "food for powder," to obey the mandate of kings, 
 whose highest ambition consists in watching with 
 jealous eyes the slightest encroachment of sur- 
 rounding nations upon the boundary lines which 
 divide them, every inch of which has been the 
 scene of long contested strife, rich with the blood 
 of myriads who have died upon the field of so 
 called glory, not in the name of " Liberty," but 
 to bind their posterity in stronger chains, and to 
 enable the few to live in regal splendor upon the 
 toil of the impoverished masses, whose aspirations 
 dare not look beyond the sphere of their own 
 limited circle. 
 
 Upon the monuments of imperial Europe are 
 engraved imperishable lessons which the true 
 statesman may well read and be admonished; to 
 foster and develope the political institutions of 
 our own native land, where the Godess of Liberty, 
 
96 DANIEL F. BEATTT'S 
 
 enshrined in the hearts of her countrymen, points 
 to the only true royalty, which springs from the 
 will of the people, standing as the bulwark of 
 the nation upon whose eternal foundations are 
 written 
 
 Truth, Justice and Liberty. 
 
 And now dear reader, having accompanied me 
 from the Blarney Stone of Old Ireland to Merrie 
 England, from La Belle France to the sunny 
 climes of Italy, and from the crater's mouth 
 viewed the terror of Vesuvius, or the ancient 
 ruins of Pompeii, thence down the picturesque 
 Rhine, through Germany, and passing over the 
 Alps of Switzerland gazed with me from the 
 dizzy heights of hoary headed Mont Blanc, that 
 like some grim sentry stands watch, century 
 upon century, it is now time to remind my read- 
 ers that, while hand in hand with me he has been 
 enjoying, I trust, all the "sight seeing," I have 
 on the other hand been busily engaged in pro 
 jects calculated to extend my business to such 
 an extent that the Beatty celebrated Piano and 
 Organ shall be a household word as familiar amid 
 the remote fastness of the Alps or the romantic 
 highlands of Scotland as it is in our own dear 
 native land. 
 
 Wherever my footsteps have wandered, wheth- 
 er in the crowded and fashionable salons of Eng- 
 land, France or Germany, I found my name and 
 the fame of my instruments had preceded me. 
 
 It was no strange occurrence to find my Pianos 
 among the elite of France, the nobility of Ger- 
 many, or the ivy clad towers of ancient England, 
 and, need I say, inspired with this prestige and 
 renown, together with the confidence that my 
 justly celebrated instruments have inspired 
 among even the crowned heads of Europe, I de- 
 termined more than ever to push their sale to 
 
TOUR IN FOREIGN LANDS. 97 
 
 their utmost capacity. Already since my return 
 have I began to feel the effects of r, f *' Travels 
 through Foreign Lands;" already rni I in receipt 
 of orders, which had it not been fov the persisten- 
 cy with which I have pushed and introduced my 
 instruments in continental Europe, some other 
 enterprising foreign house might have reaped 
 the benefit. My export trade has become ex- 
 tremely large. 
 
 And now dear reader I bid you adieu, should 
 you at any time desire to see me or witness to 
 your satisfaction the operations of my extensive 
 business, remember that you are always cordially 
 and at all times 
 
 ' ' Welcome" • 
 
 to the parlors of the Beatty Building, and that 
 every courtesy will be shown every one who con- 
 templates a visit to the extensive Piano and Organ 
 Establishment of Daniel F. Beatty, of Wash- 
 ington, New Jersey, United States of America. 
 
 THE end. 
 
The Beatty Piano ana Organ Factory, 
 
 ("From theN.Y. Scientific American.) 
 
 "Th« view represents Mr. Beatty 's new factory, situated on 
 Railroad Avenue, corner Beatty street, in the city of Washington, 
 New Jersey. The small building in the foreground is the office 
 belonging to the factory. The larger building is the new factory. 
 The building seen some little distance behind the new factory is 
 the Beatty Building, a spacious structure, containing in addition 
 to the Beatty Music Hall proper, the office devoted to the extensive 
 business connected with the piano and organ factory. 
 
 We have chosen a few only of the departments of this concern, as 
 space will not permit us to enter into all of the details of piano 
 and organ manufacture. 
 
 Everything in this factory is conducted on a perfect system. 
 None but the best of workmen are employed, none but the best of 
 materials are used, and the most modern machinery and appliances 
 are adopted to facilitate the work and to render it not only cheaper 
 but better. 
 
 Mr. Beatty's offices are extensive and well appointed. It re- 
 quires twenty or more assistants to attend to the details Of this 
 immense business. The advertising bureau alone keeps a goodly 
 number of persons constantly employed. 
 
 The business, started but a few years ago by its proprietor with- 
 out a dollar, has grown beyond all precedent, amounting at pre- 
 sent to several millions of dollars a year. 
 
 Mr. Beatty was lately elevated to the Mayoralty of Washington 
 entirely without his own seeking. His fellow-citizens chose him. 
 He conducted no campaign, and was not even present on election 
 day, business having called him to New York on that day, and the 
 news of his triumph was telegraphed to his headquarters at the 
 Fifth Avenue Hotel. He bears his honors modestly, and his neigh- 
 bors testify to his being the same genial, open-handed, free-hearted 
 man as ever, not forgetting to relieve the unfortunate, to give freely 
 to his church, nor deeming it beneath him to preside at Children's 
 Day services in his own church. 
 
 The Beatty piano and organ are everywhere known. Mayor 
 Beatty's success has been rapid and complete, and he claims to 
 possess to-day the largest manufactory of pianos and organs whioh 
 sells directly to the people." 
 
ONLY 25 CENTS. 
 
 OVER SIXTY 
 
 Waltzes, JPolkas, Marches, Galops, Operatic Melodies, 
 Dances, Etc. 
 
 Beatty's Piano k Parlor Organ Instructor' 
 
 Containing the elements of music with easy and progressive ever- 
 cises to perfect the player in the art of music (either Piano or Organ) 
 towhi^his added over Sixty Waltzes. Polkas, Marches, Galops, 
 Operatic Melodies, Dances, etc., by Daniel P. Beatty; one of the 
 best works of its kind ever introduced, and should be in the hands 
 of every Piano and Organ player. Sent post paid to any part of 
 the United States and Canada, for only Twenty-five Cents, th.0 
 price having been reduced to introduce it everywhere. 
 
 Address, 
 
 ©AMEL F. BEATTY, Washington, New Jersey. 
 
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 To circulate this little book I will 
 give special rates to JVews Agents and 
 those who desire to get up a large club. 
 
 For full particulars, 
 
 Address, 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY, 
 
 Publisher, 
 Washington, New Jersey. 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 CELEBRATED 
 
 PIANOS anc ORGANS 
 
 Read what is said of them, 
 
 »7. i. Everitt, Esq., Cashier National Jiroadtvay Hank, 
 Netv York City, writes: "Organ received. As I am fully satisfied 
 with the instrument, I remit without further delay. I have not 
 thought it necessary to call in experts to test it. All my family are 
 delighted with it." 
 
 (t. II. Ware, Cashier Merchants' National Batik, Water- 
 ville, Maine, writes : " Piano proves satisfactory in every particular. 
 I am no judge of musical instruments myself, hut several who are 
 competent to j.ud£e have tried it, and say the tone is very fine." After 
 a year's use. — " With prices equal, I would as soon take my chances 
 with him, and with prices decidedly in his favor, I would take his in 
 preference should I wish to purchase again. We like the Piano very 
 much." 
 
 II. II. Warner, Watertown, W. T.,writes: " 1 our Organ gives 
 complete satisfaction. It cannot, in fact, be beat by any Organ of any 
 make, containing the same number of reeds, for purity, sweetness and 
 power of tone, or ease and rapidity of action. My daughters are high- 
 ly delighted with it, and desire me to say that it is the best Organ they 
 ever heard or saw, and that they would hot part with it for half a 
 dozen Monopolist Organs, which are sold at such an enormous price." 
 
 Win. M. DanieKs, South Alabama, N. Y., writes: "The Organ 
 you shipped me I believe to be a better instrument for the money than 
 ever was set up in Genesee County. Agents denounce your instru- 
 ments, declaring them and you a humbug. The opposition, and dis- 
 honest and false statements I encounter in trying to introduce your 
 instruments, is simply astonishing. I had no idea that men, claiming 
 to be honest dealers, could stoop to anything so low." 
 
 Dr. E. If. Detchon, Cran-fordsrille, Ind.. writes: It has been 
 \ about nine months since we received our beautiful Piano from you, 
 and must acknowledge, in all candor, that we are perfectly delighted 
 with it. In fact, we regard our 'Beatty' instrument superior in 
 beauty of style and appearance to almost any instrument in the city 
 which cost twice or three times as much as ours. For richness of 
 tone, beauty, power, volume and sweetness of expression, there are 
 very few instruments that come up to the 'Beatty' Piano. Your in- 
 struments speak for themselves, and you will get more orders from 
 this place." 
 
 4®- Send for long list from all parts of the World .-«* 
 
 Address, 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY, 
 
 Washington, New Jersey. 
 
 
DANIEL F. BEATTY'S 
 
 CELEBRATED 
 
 PIANOS and ORGAN 
 
 NEW 
 
 PIANOS, 
 
 COVER, 
 STOOL 
 
 AND 
 BOOK, 
 
 Extremely 
 
 LOW 
 For Cash 
 
 Square Grand Piano. 
 lie f<t re you purchase a I' in no or Organ be sur 
 send for my latest Circular's, &c. 
 
 Address, 
 
 DANIEL F. BEATTY, Washington, New Jers