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Note 134, page 62, col. 2. -the centre of their Universe.

From the golden pillar in the Forum the ways ran to the gates, and from the gates to the extremities of the Empire.

Note 135, page 62, col. 2.

To the twelve tables.

The laws of the twelve tables were inscribed on pillars of brass, and placed in the most conspicuous part of the Forum.-DION. HAL.

Note 136, page 62, col. 2.

And to the shepherd on the Alban mount. Amplitudo tanta est, ut conspiciatur à Latiario Jove.-C. PLIN. xxxiv, 7.

Note 137, page 62, col. 2.

A thousand torches, turning night to day.

An allusion to Cæsar in his Gallic triumph. "Adscendit Capitolium ad lumina," etc. SUETONIUS. cording to Dion. Cassius, he went up on his knees.

Note 141, page 64, col. 2.

Have none appear'd as tillers of the ground.

Note 133, page 62, col. 2.

Where his voice falter'd.

“Tu Marcellus eris." The story is so beautiful, that every reader must wish it to be rain."-BONSTETTEN.

At the words


Note 138, page 63, col. 1.

On those so young, well-pleased with all they see. In the triumph of Æmilius, nothing affected the Roman people like the children of Perseus. Many wept; nor could anything else attract notice, till they were gone by.-PLUTARCH.

Note 140, page 64, col. 1.
His last great work.

The Author of the Letter to Julia has written admirably on this subject.

All sad, all silent! O'er the ear
No sound of cheerful toil is swelling.
Earth has no quickening spirit here,
Nature no charm, and Man no dwelling!

Not less admirably has he described a Roman such as "weaves her spells beyond the

Methinks the Furies with their snakes,
Or Venus with her zone, might gird her;

Of fiend and goddess she partakes,

And looks at once both Love and Murder.

Note 142, page 64, col. 2.
From this Seat.

Mons Albanus, now called Monte Cavo. On the

summit stood for many centuries the temple of Jupi

ter Latiaris. "Tuque ex tuo edito monte Latiaris, sancte Jupiter," etc.-CICERO.

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Note 143, page 65, col. 1.

Two were so soon to wander and be slain.

Nisus and Eurialus. "La scène des six derniers

livres de Virgile ne comprend, qu'une lieue de ter

Note 144, page 65, col. 1.

How many realms, pastoral and warlike, lay. Forty-seven, according to Dionys. Halicar. 1. iv.

Note 145, page 65, col. 1. Here is the sacred field of the Horatii. "Horatiorum quà viret sacer campus."-MART.

Note 146, page 65, col. 1.
There are the Quintian Meadows.

Quæ prata Quintia vocantur."-LIVY.

Once, as we were approaching Frescati in the sunAc-shine of a cloudless December morning, we observed a rustic group by the road-side, before an image of the Virgin, that claimed the devotions of the passenger from a niche in a vineyard wall. Two young men from the mountains of the Abruzzi, in their long brown cloaks, were playing a Christmas-carol. Their instruments were a hautboy and a bagpipe; and the air, wild and simple as it was, was such as she might accept with pleasure. The ingenuous and smiling countenances of these rude minstrels, who seemed so sure that she heard them, and the unaffected delight of their little audience, all younger than themselves,

Note 139, page 63, col. 1.
-and she who said.
Taking the fatal cup between her hands.

The story of the marriage and the poison is well all standing uncovered, and moving their lips in prayer, would have arrested the most careless trav eller.

known to every reader.

Note 147, page 65, col. 2.

Music and painting, sculpture, rhetoric.

Music; and from the loftiest strain to the lowliest, from a Miserere in the Holy Week to the shepherd's humble offering in Advent; the last, if we may judge from its effects, not the least subduing, perhaps the

most so.

Note 148, page 65, col. 2.

And architectural pomp, such as none else;
And dazzling light, and darkness visible.

The transfiguration; "la quale opera, nel vedere il corpo morto, e quella viva, faceva scoppiare l'anima

Whoever has entered the Church of St. Peter's or

di dolore à ogni uno, che quivi guardava."-VASARI. the Pauline Chapel, during the Exposition of the Holy

Sacrament there, will not soon forget the blaze of the side of the rock, and hanging over that torrent, the altar, or the dark circle of worshippers kneeling are little ruins which they show you for Horace's in silence before it. house, a curious situation to observe the Præceps Anio, et Tiburni lucus, et uda Mobilibus pomaria rivis.

Gray's Letters.

Note 149, page 65, col. 2.
Ere they came.

An allusion to the Prophecies concerning Anti-
christ. See the interpretations of Mede, Newton,
Clarke, etc.; not to mention those of Dante and

Note 150, page 66, col 1.

And from the latticed gallery came a chant
Of psalms, most saint-like, most angelical.

Note 151, page 66, col. 2.

'Twas in her utmost need; nor, while she lives.

Her back was at that time turned to the people; but in his countenance might be read all that was passing. The Cardinal, who officiated, was a venerable old man, evidently unused to the ceremony and much affected by it.

Note 160, page 68, col. 2.

When they that robb'd, were men of better faith.

Alluding to Alfonso Piccolomini. Stupiva cias There was said to be in the choir, among others cuno che, mentre un bandito osservava rigorosamente of the Sisterhood, a daughter of Cimarosa.

Note 152, page 66, col. 2.
The black pall, the requiem.

Among other ceremonies, a pall was thrown over her, and a requiem sung.

Note 153, page 66, col. 2.
Unsheathes his wings.

He is of the beetle-tribe.

Note 154, page 66, col. 2.
Blazing by fits as from excess of joy.

For, in that upper clime, effulgence comes
Of gladness.
Cary's Dante.

Note 155, page 67, col. 1.
Singing the nursery-song he learnt so soon.

There is a song to the lucciola in every dialect of
Italy; as for instance in the Genoese:

Cabela, vegni a baso;
Ti dajo un cuge de lette.

The Roman is in a higher strain:

Bella regina, etc.

Note 156, page 67, col. 1.

And the young nymph, preparing for the dance.
Io piglio, quando il dì giunge al confine,
Le lucciole ne' prati ampj ridotte,

E, come gemme, le comparto al crine;
Poi fra l'ombre da' rai vivi interrotte

Mi presento ai Pastori, e ognun mi dice:
Clori ha le stelle al crin come ha la Notte. Varano.

Note 159, page 68, col. 2.

Like one awaking in a distant time.

Note 157, page 67, col. 1.

Those trees, religious once and always green. Pliny mentions an extraordinary instance of longevity in the ilex. "There is one," says he, "in the Vatican older than the City itself. An Etruscan inscription in letters of brass attests that even in those days the tree was held sacred:" and it is remarkable that there is at this time on the Vatican mount an ilex of great antiquity. It is in a grove just above the palace-garden.

The place here described is near Mola di Gaëta, in the kingdom of Naples.

la sua parola, il Papa non avesse ribrezzo di mancare alla propria."-GALLUZZI. ii, 364.

He was hanged at Florence, March 16, 1591.

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Note 161, page 68, col. 2.
When along the shore.

Tasso was returning from Naples to Rome, and had arrived at Mola di Gaëta, when he received this tribute of respect. The captain of the troop was Marco di Sciarra. See MANSO. Vita del Tasso. Ariosto had a similar adventure with Filippo Pachione. See BARUFFALDI.

Note 162, page 69, col. 1.

As by a spell they start up in array.

"Cette race de bandits a ses racines dans la popu lation même du pays. La police ne sait ou les trouver." Lettres de CHATEAUVIEUX.

Note 163, page 69, col. 2.

Three days they lay in ambush at my gate.

This story was written in the year 1820, and is founded on the many narratives which at that time were circulating in Rome and Naples.

Note 164, page 71, col. 2.
And in the track of him who went to die.

The Elder Pliny. See the letters in which his nephew relates to Tacitus the circumstances of his death.

Note 165, page 74, col. 1.
The fishing-town, Amalfi.

"Amalfi fell, after three hundred years of pro perity; but the poverty of one thousand fishermen is yet dignified by the remains of an arsenal, a cathe dral, and the palaces of royal merchants."—GIBBON.

Note 166, page 74, col. 2.

A Hospital, that, night and day, received
The pilgrims of the west.

It was dedicated to Saint John.

Note 167, page 74, col. 2.

--relics of ancient Grecce.

Among other things the Pandects of Justinian were found there in 1137. By the Pisans they were taken from Amalfi, by the Florentines from Pisa; and they are now preserved with religious care in the Laurentian Library.

Note 168, page 74, col. 2.

Grain from the golden vales of Sicily.

Note 158, page 67, col. 1.

(So some aver, and who would not believe?)

"I did not tell you that just below the first fall, on La Strada degli Amalfitani.

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The tyrant slain.

It was in the year 839. See Muratori. Art. Chronici arms in that shield;" and that Giotto, looking after
Amalphitani Fragmenta.
him, exclaimed, "Who is he? What is he? He says,
Paint me my arms, as if he was one of the Bardi!
What arms does he bear?"

Note 169, page 74, col. 2.

Not thus did they return,

Note 170, page 74, col. 2.

Serve for their monument.

By degrees, says Giannone, they made themselves famous through the world. The Tarini Amalfitani were a coin familiar to all nations; and their maritime code regulated everywhere the commerce of the sea. Many churches in the East were by them built and endowed: by them was first founded in Palestine that most renowned military Order of St. John of Jerusalem; and who does not know that the Mariner's Compass was invented by a citizen of Amalfi?

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Note 174, page 76, col. 1.
"What hangs behind that curtain ?"

This story, if a story it can be called, is fictitious; and I have done little more than give it as I received it. It has already appeared in prose; but with many alterations and additional circumstances.

The abbey of Monte Cassino is the most ancient and venerable house of the Benedictine Order. It is situated within fifteen leagues of Naples, on the inland road to Rome; and no house is more hospitable.

Note 175, page 76, col. 1.

For life is surely there, and visible change. There are many miraculous pictures in Italy; but none, I believe, were ever before described as malignant in their influence.

Note 176, page 76, col. 2.
Within a crazed and tatter'd vehicle.

Then degraded, and belonging to a Vetturino.

Note 178, page 77, col. 1.
Doria, Pisani.

Paganino Doria, Nicolo Pisani; those great seamen, who balanced for so many years the fortunes of Genoa and Venice.

Note 179, page 77, col. 1.

Ruffling with many an oar the crystalline sea.

The Feluca is a large boat for rowing and sailing, much used in the Mediterranean.

Note 180, page 77, col. 1.
How oft where now we rode.

Every reader of Spanish poetry is acquainted with that affecting romance of Gongora, Amarrado al duro banco, etc.

Lord Holland has translated it in his Life of Lope Vega.

Note 181, page 77, col. 2.

Here he lived.

The Piazza Doria, or, as it is now called, the Piazza di San Matteo, insignificant as it may be thought, is to me the most interesting place in Genoa. It was there that Doria assembled the people, when he gave them their liberty (Sigonii Vita Doria); and on one side of it is the church he lies buried in, on the other a house, originally of very small dimensions, with this inscription: S. C. Andreæ de Auria Patriæ Liberatori Munus Publicum.

The streets of old Genoa, like those of Venice, were constructed only for foot-passengers.

Note 182, page 77, col. 2.

Held many a pleasant, many a grave discourse.
See his Life by Sigonio.

Note 183, page 77, col. 2.

A house of trade.

When I saw it in 1822, a basket-maker lived on the ground-floor, and over him a seller of chocolate.

Note 177, page 76, col. 2.

A shield as splendid as the Bardi wear.

A Florentine family of great antiquity. In the sixty- Charles the Fifth.

Note 184, page 78, col. 1.

Before the ocean-wave thy wealth reflected.

Alluding to the Palace which he built afterwards, and in which he twice entertained the Emperor Charles the Fifth. It is the most magnificent edifice on the bay of Genoa.

Note 185, page 78, col. 1.

The ambitious man, that in a perilous hour
Fell from the plank.

Fiesco. See Robertson's History of the Empero.


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I. 3.

O'er solid seas, where Winter reigns,

And holds each mountain-wave in chains, The fur-clad savage, ere he guides his deer By glistering star-light through the snow, Breathes softly in her wondering ear

Each potent spell thou badest him know.
By thee inspired, on India's sands,
Full in the sun the Bramin stands;
And, while the panting tigress hies
To quench her fever in the stream,
His spirit laughs in agonies,
Smit by the scorchings of the noontide beam.
Mark who mounts the sacred pyre,*
Blooming in her bridal vest:

She hurls the torch! she fans the fire!
To die is to be blest:

She clasps her lord to part no more,
And, sighing, sinks! but sinks to soar.
O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast,

The Sisters sail in dusky state,
And, wrapt in clouds, in tempests tost,
Weave the airy web of Fate;

1 Written in early youth.

2 The sacrifice of Iphigenia.

3 Lucretius, I. 63.

While the lone shepherd, near the shipless main,' Sees o'er her hills advance the long-drawn funeral train.

II. 1.

Thou spakest, and lo! a new creation glow'd.
Each unhewn mass of living stone
Was clad in horrors not its own,

And at its base the trembling nations bow'd. Giant Error, darkly grand,

Grasp'd the globe with iron hand.

Circled with seats of bliss, the Lord of Light Saw prostrate worlds adore his golden height. The statue, waking with immortal powers, Springs from its parent earth, and shakes the spheres ;

The indignant pyramid sublimely towers, And braves the efforts of a host of years. Sweet Music breathes her soul into the wind; And bright-eyed Painting stamps the image of the mind.

II. 2.

Round their rude ark old Egypt's sorcerers rise!
A timbrell'd anthem swells the gale,
And bids the God of Thunders hail;'
With lowings loud the captive God replies.
Clouds of incense woo thy smile,
Scaly monarch of the Nile!4

But ah! what myriads claim the bended knee!'
Go, count the busy drops that swell the sea.
Proud land! what eye can trace thy mystic lore,
Lock'd up in characters as dark as night?"
What eye those long, long labyrinths dare explore,"
To which the parted soul oft wings her flight;
Again to visit her cold cell of clay,
Charm'd with perennial sweets, and smiling at decay!

II. 3.

On yon hoar summit, mildly bright
With purple ether's liquid light,

High o'er the world, the white-robed Magi gaze
On dazzling bursts of heavenly fire;"
Start at each blue, portentous blaze,
Each flame that flits with adverse spire.
But say, what sounds my ear invade
From Delphi's venerable shade?
The temple rocks, the laurel waves!
"The God! the God!" the Sibyl cries.

Her figure swells, she foams, she raves!
Her figure swells to more that mortal size!
Streams of rapture roll along,
Silver notes ascend the skies:
Wake, Echo, wake and catch the song,
Oh catch it, ere it dies!

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4 The funeral rite of the Hindoos.

5 The Fates of the Northern Mythology. See Mallet's An- I. 131. tiquities.

9 En. VI. 46, etc.

The Sibyl speaks, the dream is o'er,
The holy harpings charm no more.
In vain she checks the God's control;

His madding spirit fills her frame,
And moulds the features of her soul,
Breathing a prophetic flame.

The cavern frowns; its hundred mouths unclose! And in the thunder's voice, the fate of empire flows! III. 1.

Mona, thy Druid-rites awake the dead!

Rites thy brown oaks would never dare
Even whisper to the idle air;

Rites that have chain'd old Ocean on his bed.
Shiver'd by thy piercing glance

Pointless falls the hero's lance.

Thy magic bids the imperial eagle fly,' And blasts the laureate wreath of victory. Hark, the bard's soul inspires the vocal string! At every pause dread Silence hovers o'er: While murky Night sails round on raven-wing, Deepening the tempest's howl, the torrent's roar; Chased by the Morn from Snowdon's awful brow, Where late she sate and scowl'd on the black wave below.

III. 2.

Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears!
The red-cross squadrons madly rage,
And mow through infancy and age;
Then kiss the sacred dust and melt in tears.
Veiling from the eye of day,

Penance dreams her life away;
In cloister'd solitude she sits and sighs,
While from each shrine still, small responses rise.
Hear, with what heart-felt beat, the midnight-bell
Swings its slow summons through the hollow pile!
The weak, wan votarist leaves her twilight-cell,
To walk, with taper dim, the winding aisle ;
With choral chantings vainly to aspire,
Beyond this nether sphere, on Rapture's wing of fire.
III. 3.

Lord of each pang the nerves can feel,
Hence with the rack and reeking wheel.
Faith lifts the soul above this little ball!
While gleams of glory open round,
And circling choirs of angels call,
Canst thou, with all thy terrors crown'd,
Hope to obscure that latent spark,
Destined to shine when suns are dark?
Thy triumphs cease! through every land,
Hark! Truth proclaims, thy triumphs cease!
Her heavenly form, with glowing hand,
Benignly points to piety and peace.
Flush'd with youth her looks impart

Each fine feeling as it flows;
Her voice the echo of a heart

Pure as the mountain-snows: Celestial transports round her play, And softly, sweetly die away. She smiles! and where is now the cloud

That blacken'd o'er thy baleful reign? Grim darkness furls his leaden shroud, Shrinking from her glance in vain.

1 See Tacitus, 1. xiv, c. 29.

2 This remarkable event happened at the siege and sack of Jerusalem, in the last year of the eleventh century. Matth. Paria, p. 34.

Her touch unlocks the day-spring from above, And lo! it visits man with beams of light and love,



YES, 't is the pulse of life! my fears were vain; I wake, I breathe, and am myself again. Still in this nether world; no seraph yet! Nor walks my spirit, when the sun is set, With troubled step to haunt the fatal board, Where I died last-by poison or the sword; Blanching each honest cheek with deeds of night, Done here so oft by dim and doubtful light.

-To drop all metaphor, that little bell Call'd back reality, and broke the spell. No heroine claims your tears with tragic tone; A very woman-scarce restrains her own! Can she, with fiction, charm the cheated mind, When to be grateful is the part assign'd? Ah no! she scorns the trappings of her Art; No theme but truth, no prompter but the heart! But, Ladies, say, must I alone unmask? Is here no other actress? let me ask. Believe me, those, who best the heart dissect, Know every Woman studies stage-effect. She moulds her manners to the part she fills, As Instinct teaches, or as Humor wills; And, as the grave or gay her talent calls, Acts in the drama till the curtain falls.

First, how her little breast with triumph swells When the red coral rings its golden bells! To play in pantomime is then the rage, Along the carpet's many-color'd stage; Or lisp her merry thoughts with loud endeavor, Now here, now there-in noise and mischief ever!

A school-girl next, she curls her hair in papers, And mimics father's gout, and mother's vapors ; Discards her doll, bribes Betty for romances; Playful at church, and serious when she dances; Tramples alike on customs and on toes, And whispers all she hears to all she knows; Terror of caps, and wigs, and sober notions! A romp! that longest of perpetual motions! -Till tamed and tortured into foreign graces, She sports her lovely face at public places; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN.

Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies! Frowns when pursued, and, when entreated, sighs! Plays with unhappy men as cats with mice; Till fading beauty hints the late advice. Her prudence dictates what her pride disdain'd, And now she sues to slaves herself had chain'd!

Then comes that good old character, a Wife, With all the dear distracting cares of life; A thousand cards a day at doors to leave, And, in return, a thousand cards receive; Rouge high, play deep, to lead the ton aspire, With nightly blaze set Portland-place on fire; Snatch half a glimpse at Concert, Opera, Ball, A meteor, traced by none, though seen by all;

1 After a Tragedy, performed for her benefit, at the Theatre Royal in Drury-lane, April 27, 1795.

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