The Argosy . Vesuvius, from Naples. On the Way to Sorrento 234 -^^^ Stmny Climes, f of Udolpho, or the old English Baron, with all its ghosts and creepy corridors. Then we had wished to visit Naples, return to Brindisi, and sailup the Adriatic to Venice. This we soon found to be would not fit in with our arrangements; and the journey toNaples was so long and uncomfortable, that to take it a second timewas out of the question. As for the Castle of Otranto, we were dissuaded from attemptingit by the emphatic language of the landlord of the hotel. Thereis absolutely nothing to se
The Argosy . Vesuvius, from Naples. On the Way to Sorrento 234 -^^^ Stmny Climes, f of Udolpho, or the old English Baron, with all its ghosts and creepy corridors. Then we had wished to visit Naples, return to Brindisi, and sailup the Adriatic to Venice. This we soon found to be would not fit in with our arrangements; and the journey toNaples was so long and uncomfortable, that to take it a second timewas out of the question. As for the Castle of Otranto, we were dissuaded from attemptingit by the emphatic language of the landlord of the hotel. Thereis absolutely nothing to see there, he remarked energetically. I never heard of anyone going there. It is nothing but a sandheap crowned by an old ruin. Nevertheless, to us it was, to a certain extent, classic ground, andwe should have looked with interest and a certain romantic pleasureupon the sand heap and its old ruin. But the landlord evidentlydespised sentiment, and probably had never heard of Horace Wal-pole; and his contempt bore the usual fruit of r
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