“How lovely to my wondering eyes
Mont Blancs fair summits gently rise，
This sweet to breathe the mountain air—
If you have gold enough to spare.”
雨伞、帽子和手杖在他头顶上的行李网里摇来摇去，几乎把人们的注意力从那些动人的风景吸引走了。他望着窗外的风景，心里唱出至少一位我们认识的诗人曾经在瑞士唱过的、但是还没有发表过的歌来：
“这风景很优美，正合我的心愿，
在这座可爱的勃朗峰的面前。
待在这儿欣赏欣赏，很是痛快，
假如你带着足够的钱到这儿来。”
Grand， dark， and gloomy appeared the landscape around him. The pineforests looked like little groups of moss on high rocks， whose summits were lost in clouds of mist. Presently it began to snow， and the wind blew keen and cold. “Ah，” he sighed， “if I were only on the other side of the Alps now， it would be summer， and I should be able to get money on my letter of credit. The anxiety I feel on this matter prevents me from enjoying myself in Switzerland. Oh， I wish I was on the other side of the AlpsAlps n.阿尔卑斯山.”
周围的大自然是伟大、庄严、深沉的。杉树林看起来像长在深入云霄的石崖上的石楠花簇。现在开始下雪了，风吹得很冷。“噢！”他叹了一口气，“如果我们在阿尔卑斯山的另一边，气候就应该是夏天了，同时我也可以把我的旅行支票兑出钱来了。我老是为这张纸担忧，弄得我不能享受瑞士的风景。啊，我希望我现在是在山的另一边！”
And there， in a moment， he found himself， far away in the midst of Italy， between Florence and Rome， where the lake Thrasymene glittered in the evening sunlight like a sheet of molten gold between the dark blue mountains. There， where Hannibal defeated Flaminius， the grape vines clung to each other with the friendly grasp of their green tendril fingers， while， by the wayside， lovely halfnaked children were watching a herd of coalblack swine under the blossoms of fragrant laurellaurel n.月桂树， 桂冠， 殊荣vt.使戴桂冠， 授予荣誉. Could we rightly describe this picturesque scene， our readers would exclaim， “Delightful Italy！”
他马上就在山的另一边的意大利境内了——在佛罗伦萨和罗马之间。夕阳照耀下的特拉西门涅湖，看起来像是青翠的群山中一泓金色的溶液。汉尼拔在这儿打败了佛拉米尼乌斯，葡萄藤在这儿伸出绿枝，安静地互相拥抱着，路旁一丛芬芳的桂树下有一群可爱的、半裸着的孩子在放牧一群黑炭一般的猪。假如我们能把这风景描绘出来，大家一定要欢呼：“美丽的意大利！”但是这位神学学生和马车里的任何客人都没有说出这句话。
But neither the student nor either of his travelling companions felt the least inclination to think of it in this way. Poisonous flies and gnats flew into the coach by thousands. In vain they drove them away with a myrtle branch， the flies stung them notwithstanding. There was not a man in the coach whose face was not swollen and disfigured with the stings. The poor horses looked wretched， the flies settled on their backs in swarmsswarm n.蜂群， 一大群v.涌往， 挤满， 密集， 成群浮游， 云集， and they were only relieved when the coachmen got down and drove the creatures off.
有毒的苍蝇和蚊蚋成千成万地向车里飞来。他们用桃金娘的枝条在空中乱打了一阵，但苍蝇照旧叮着他们。车里没有一个人的脸不发肿，不被咬得流血。那几匹可怜的马儿，看起来简直像死尸。苍蝇蜂拥似的叮着它们。只有当车夫走下来，把这些虫子赶掉以后，情况才好转了几分钟。
As the sun set， an icy coldness filled all nature， not however of long duration. It produced the feeling which we experience when we enter a vault at a funeral， on a summers day， while the hills and the clouds put on that singular green hue which we often notice in old paintings， and look upon as unnatural until we have ourselves seen natures coloring in the south. It was a glorious spectacle， but the stomachs of the travellers were empty， their bodies exhausted with fatigue， and all the longings of their heart turned towards a restingplace for the night， but where to find one they knew not. All the eyes were too eagerly seeking for this restingplace， to notice the beauties of nature.
现在太阳落下来了。一阵短促的、可是冰凉的寒气透过了整个的大自然。这一点也不使人感到痛快，不过四周的山丘和云块这时染上了一层最美丽的绿色，既清爽，又光洁——是的，你亲眼去看一下吧，这会比读游记要好得多！这真是美，旅行的人也都体会到这一点，不过——大家的肚皮都空了，身体也倦了，每一颗心只希望找一个宿夜的地方。但是怎样才能达到这个目的呢？大家的心思都花在这个问题上，而没有去看这美丽的大自然。
The road passed through a grove of olivetrees， it reminded the student of the willowtrees at home. Here stood a lonely inn， and close by it a number of crippled beggars had placed themselves， the brightest among them looked， to quote the words of Marryat， “like the eldest son of Famine who had just come of age.” The others were either blind， or had withered legs， which obliged them to creep about on their hands and knees， or they had shrivelled arms and hands without fingers. It was indeed poverty arrayed in rags.
路伸向一个橄榄林，这使人觉得好像是在家乡多结的柳树之间经过似的。正在这块地方有一座孤零零的旅店。有一打左右的残废的乞丐守在它面前。他们之中最活泼的一位看起来很像饥饿之神的、已经成年的长子。其余的不是瞎子就是跛子，所以他们得用手来爬行。另外有些人手臂发育不全，手上连手指也没有。这真是一群穿上了褴褛衣服的穷困的化身。
