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482 INFLUENCE OF POPERY ON NATIONS.vine was ripening ; while here <strong>and</strong> there tall forest-treeswere gathered into clumps, <strong>and</strong> white villas gleamed outupon the shore. In front were the high Alps, amid whosegleaming summ<strong>its</strong> rose " Sovran Blanc" inunapproachablegr<strong>and</strong>eur. In approaching the Sardinian frontier, the authortraversed a level fertile country.Trees laden with fruitlined the road, <strong>and</strong>, stretching their noble arms across,screened him from the warm morning sun. On either sideof the highway were rich meadow l<strong>and</strong>s, on which cattlewere grazing; while noble woods, <strong>and</strong> villas embowered amidfruit-trees, still farther diversified the prospect. At shortintervalscame a neat cottage, with <strong>its</strong> vine-trellised porch,with <strong>its</strong> garden gay with blossoms <strong>and</strong> fruit, <strong>and</strong> <strong>its</strong>group of happy children. <strong>The</strong> author crossed the torrentwhich divides the republicSardinia ; but ah, what a change ! Thatof Geneva from the kingdom ofmoment the desolation,moral <strong>and</strong> physical, began. <strong>The</strong> fields looked asif a blight had blown across them ; they were absolutelyblack. <strong>The</strong> houses had become hovels ; nor had he gone adozen yards till he met a troop of beggars. By the waysidestood a row of halt <strong>and</strong> blind, waiting for alms. Someof them were afflicted with the hideous goitre ;others weresmitten with the more dreadful malady of cretinism. <strong>The</strong>yformed altogether the most disgusting <strong>and</strong> miserable-lookinggroup he had ever seen.<strong>The</strong>ir numbers seemed endless.Every other mile, in the day's ride of fifty miles, broughtnew groupes, as filthy, squalid, <strong>and</strong> diseased as those whichhad been passed. <strong>The</strong>y uttered a piteous whine, or extendedtheir withered arms, as if not to beg an alms somuch as to protest against the tyranny, ecclesiastical <strong>and</strong>civil, that was grinding them into the dust. <strong>The</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>eurof the scenery <strong>and</strong> the riches of the region, though neglectedby man <strong>and</strong> devastated in part by the elements, couldnot be surpassed. <strong>The</strong>re were magnificent vines,—treesladen with golden fruit,—patches of the richest grain ;butthe region seemed a kingdom of beggars, not driven out oftheir paradise, as Adam was, but doomed to dwell amid <strong>its</strong>

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