CHAPTER XXXVII. THE VALAIS. O'er Gallia's sunny bounds, O'er the cloud piercing Alps-beyond The Vale of Arno purpled with the vine, To Latium's wide domain, forlorn and waste, Mournfully rolls. Dyer's Ruins of Rome. THE course of our history must now return to the progress of Colonel and Mrs. Cleveland, and Miss St. Clair; and in conformity to our natural and habitual modesty, we shall insert that young lady's account in preference to our own, of her life, travels, and notable adventures. |