Travel Letters: Bormio, Italy (1870)

DEAR FATHER, — I have received a letter from you this week, written July 26, the second that has reached me. The mails seem to be deranged, and it is not strange. I have written once a week to some of you ever since I landed. I hope long before this the stream has begun to flow, and you have received my letters regularly. This week we have been finishing the Tyrol. From Meran to Innsbruck, where we spent a day ; then over the Finstermuntz and Stelvio passes, the last the grandest in Europe, till we came yesterday evening to this little Italian town, as pretty a spot as there is to find anywhere. We have had a little rain, but generally good weather, and a splendid time always.

Hence we go through a bit of Switzerland, and gradually work up to Paris. How we shall get there I hardly know, or what we shall find when we are there ; but I apprehend no difficulty, and certainly no danger for a couple of peaceful travelers like our-selves. We are getting a little more into the way of news now, and can regulate our movements better. The one clear opinion seems to be, that somehow the war points to an overthrow and end of Napoleon. The disappointment and mortification of the French at their great defeat seems to be terrible, and the state of things in Paris for a few days was most alarming. Things are quieter now, but only wait for the next struggle, which must be a frightful one.

We meet no Americans ; indeed, we have not seen a person we know for three weeks. Probably, as we get more into Switzerland, we shall find our country-men there.

So old No. 41 is down, and the new store is going up. It made me quite blue to hear of it; the world changes sadly, even our little bit of it, but we certainly had a good time in the old house for many years.

Tomorrow I hope to get more letters. Three weeks from yesterday I sail for home ; may God bless and keep you all.