The Argosy — page 57: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ITT | 44 AO ROA By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AuTHoR oF ‘“‘ THROUGH HOLLAND,”’ ‘‘ LETTERS FROM MAJORCA,’’ ETC. ETC. | Wl {|i } il eee me ——— ae ——— ———— Mh \ : a a, ; « uy | : ARCH OF DRUSUS. « ray : ong ke : eee Ai S we stand upon one of the seven hills of Rome and gaze around, Nature herself appears to be in harmony with the vanished glories of the city. Cypress trees meet the eye on every side, and beautiful as they are, they are also melancholy. Their —_ pointed heads bend to the breeze and whisper sadly of the days that are gone. You might almost fancy that, like the Monks of La Trappe, they are murmuring to each other and to you the sad warning of Me- mento Mori. In many of the gar- dens outside Rome you will find long groves of these pointed cypresses, only a degree less stiff and formal than the poplars of which the French are so proud, and which for mile after mile line so many of their country roads, casting their long straight shadows as the sun declines. Above the Forum to the south-west rises the Palatine Hill, crowded and covered with the ruins of the Imperial palaces. The extent of these palaces, the wealth that was wasted upon them, the wanton destruction only to build up again as it seemed, can scarcely be GOMIGDOOKS (E(0) — a a a