Grant's tour around the world; with incidents of his journey through England, Ireland, Scotland .. . riumph! I can well see howMartial and Virgil, and the early poets saw in these phe-nomena the stripes and anger of the gods. Virgil describesEnceladus trasfixed by Jove, and the mountain thrownupon him, which shakes and trembles whenever he turnshis weary sides. This is the scene, the very scene of hisimmortal agony. There are no two forms alike; all is 164 GRANTS TOUR black, cold and pitiless. If we could only see one livingthing in this mass of destruction; but all is death, all deso-lation.
Grant's tour around the world; with incidents of his journey through England, Ireland, Scotland .. . riumph! I can well see howMartial and Virgil, and the early poets saw in these phe-nomena the stripes and anger of the gods. Virgil describesEnceladus trasfixed by Jove, and the mountain thrownupon him, which shakes and trembles whenever he turnshis weary sides. This is the scene, the very scene of hisimmortal agony. There are no two forms alike; all is 164 GRANTS TOUR black, cold and pitiless. If we could only see one livingthing in this mass of destruction; but all is death, all deso-lation. Here and there, where the rains have washed theclay, and the birds, perhaps, may have carried seed, thegrass begins to grow; but the whole scene is thought of the earlier ages, when the earth was blackand void, and fancied that it was just such an earth asthis when Divinity looked upon it and said, Let there belight. I thought of the end of all things, of our earth,our fair, sweet and blooming earth, again a mass of lava,rock and ashes, life all gone out of it, rolling THE HERMITAGE. The presence of a phenomenon like this and rightabove us the everseething crater is in itself a solemn andbeautiful sight. We all left repaid with our journey; forby this time we had come to the journeys end, musingsupon eternity and chaos did not forbid thoughts of lunch- 1 AROUND THE WORLD. 165 eon. For the wind was cold and we were hungry. Sowhen our illustrious captain intimated that we might seeka place of refuge and entertainment a light gleamed in theeyes of the Marquis, and he reined us up at a hostelrycalled the Hermitage. This is the last resting place beforewe reach the ascent of the crater. Here the roads stop,and the remainder of the journey must be made on beyond the Hermitage is a government institutionknown as the Observatory, a point where information forweather reports is gained. We thought when we cameinto these upper regions that we were in
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