¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 From there we are conducted into the spacious grounds of Mr Ciani’s villa, hansomely [sic] situated upon the lake shore commanding a fine view down the southern arm of the lake. Nothing particularly remarkable here, except the marble monument erected in the park beyond the house by the proprietor in grateful remembrance of his ancestors who were a wealthy race of Milanese. Upon each side are fine busts of his two Brothers, upon the pedestal of the monument are excellent bas-reliefs of his Father and Mother. All deceased, crowned by an allegorical figure of “desolation” very expressive, the work of a Lugano sculptor named V. Vela more meritorious than I supposed the old town could produce.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 The town sports but little statuary- On the promenade fronting the Parc Hotel is a statue of Wm Tell, but it is not at all like the original is thin faced, open mouthed, haggard, with an Italian style throughout-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 At 11 1/2 AM we were off again in the steamer, east, up the narrow lake whose walled shores rises almost perpendicular to a highth of several thousand feet, continuously.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 If I had not been gradually educated up to the point from Switzerland here, I should saw that we were astounded to find villages on the sides of those barren cliffs one above another, so steep that in some places not even a foot path could be made upon the perpendicular granite from one village to another. High white houses with the irrepressible catholic steeples, clustered together like a xxxx