I want to start off by saying forgive the delay in posting. I had a new grandbaby born a few weeks ago and that has kept me rather busy. But, I hope to get a little more regular with my posts from here on out…..
“July 25th, Continued,
We took dinner on board and then went ashore again this time in company with Capt. Winship of the S.S. Fingal from Hull, with whom papa has been acquainted for some time. In the Piazza San Carlo Felice we took an omnibus and went out of town to the cemetery (Campo Santo).
We had a long drive first through the town and then through the suburb till we came to the gates. Genoa is a fortress. We then drove between mountain ranges, alongside of a river bed that is at present quite dry, but as they tell me, full of water in the winter. We soon arrived at the Campo Santo. Here I was astonished to see with what expenses rich people bury their dead. It can scarcely be described. Here you see groups of whole families in marble; even the dead in different positions, some taken by beautiful angles heavenwards, some knocking timidly at the gate of heaven. The sculpture is magnificent and the greatest artists only are patronized. Everything is perfect, the clothing, drapery and even laces worn by the ladies. Some little girls were most beautiful. All these monuments must represent a vast amount of money but the most splendid sight is the chapel, which is very high with a cupola on the top that rests on some twenty large columns made of black marble. In the ceiling of the cupola are about one hundred and eighty rosettes all differently made. The echo is something wonderful. Our guide, who had a fine voice, sang short pieces out of some sacred music and the effect was most grand. All around the chapel on large niches are statues made by famous artists representing Moses, Virgin Mary, Daniel, etc. and our common parents, Adam and Eve. The last are splendidly executed and papa tells me that he is in love with the statue of Eve. Adam looks half beast, half man. At least we had to leave to be on board in time for our tea……”