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THE ROME OF REAL LIFE.
My first recollections of Rome date from too long ago, and from too early an age, for me to be able to recall with ease the impression caused by its first aspect.

It is hard indeed for any one at any time to judge of Rome fairly.

Whatever may be the object of our pilgrimage, we Roman travellers are all under some guise or other pilgrims to the Eternal City, and gaze around us with something of a pilgrim's reverence for the shrine of his worship.

The ground we tread on is enchanted ground, we breathe a charmed air, and are spellbound with a strange witchery.