patronage to Greek architects, painters, and sculptors. At any
rate, the spirit of Greece still lives and breathes in its ashes.
Its temples, as restored by modern architects, are Greek. Its works
in marble and bronze claim a place in that cyclus of art of which
the metopes of the Parthenon are the highest point of excellence.
The pictures that embellish the walls, the unzoned nymphs, the
bounding Bacchantes, the grotesque Fauns, the playful arabesques,
all are informed with the airy and creative spirit of Greek art.

"The ruins of Pompeii are not merely an open-air museum of
curiosities, but they have great value in the illustration they
offer to Roman history and Roman literature. The antiquarian of our
times studies the great realm of the past with incomparable
advantage, by the help of the torch here lighted."

From Pompeii to Castellammare, the beautiful seaside summer resort of
the Neapolitans, "a lover of nature could hardly find a spot of more
varied attractions. Before him spreads the unrivalled bay,--dotted with
sails and unfolding a broad canvas, on which the most glowing colors and
the most vivid lights are dashed,--a mirror in which the crimson and
gold of morning, the blue of noon, and the orange and yellow-green of
sunset behold a livelier image of themselves,--a gentle and tideless
sea, whose waves break upon the shore like caresses, and never like
angry blows. Should he ever become weary of waves and languish for
woods, he has only to turn his back upon the sea and climb the hills for
an hour or two, and he will find himself in the depth of sylvan and
mountain solitudes,--in a region of vines, running streams,
deep-shadowed valleys, and broad-armed oaks,--where he will hear the
ringdove coo, and see the sensitive hare dart across the forest aisles.
A great city is within an hour's reach; and the shadow of Vesuvius hangs
over the landscape, keeping the imagination awake by touches of mystery
and terror."

The road to Sorrento, on a cliff a hundred feet or more above the sea,
with mountains on the other side, towering up hundreds of feet high; a
road cut in many places out of the solid rock, supported by galleries
and viaducts from below,--a road that crosses deep gorges and chasms,
always with the iridescent colors of the sea below,--and from Sorrento
to Amalfi again, only, if possible, even more wonderful,--is there in
the world any drive tha