Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . fter a brief spring-time, he rises with the first glowing rays of thesummer sun from his lair in the fens, and mows down human life all along the coast,even to the foot of the mountains. Whomsoever he meets in this plain, as far asTerracina, he greets with a greeting from the world of shadows. The Via Appiafrom the Trcs Tabcrnce, the Linea Pia which leads to Terracina, pass through the midstof his realm. We stand upon the Cyclopean walls of the ancient Norba : Ninfa, half buried in ivy,lies at our feet; to our right the castle of Sermoneta. In this semi-circ
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . fter a brief spring-time, he rises with the first glowing rays of thesummer sun from his lair in the fens, and mows down human life all along the coast,even to the foot of the mountains. Whomsoever he meets in this plain, as far asTerracina, he greets with a greeting from the world of shadows. The Via Appiafrom the Trcs Tabcrnce, the Linea Pia which leads to Terracina, pass through the midstof his realm. We stand upon the Cyclopean walls of the ancient Norba : Ninfa, half buried in ivy,lies at our feet; to our right the castle of Sermoneta. In this semi-circular stretch ofsea-coast, the watch-towers erected in the middle ages against the Saracens, stand hereand there like solitary sentinels. White lateen sails cut through the waters; and beyond,in the sun-steeped distance, the dark blue islands of Ponza rise from the grey tower is the tower of Astura, in which the tragic fate of the GermanConradin and his friends was fulfilled. The finely cut headland there, against which. OF THE SABINE HILLS. SHORES OF LA GO FUCINO TO THE PONTINE MARSHES. 331 Neptunes white-maned horses rage and foam, and where the sea-gulls flutter, is thescene of the legend of Circes cup. Ulysses gazed out upon it. The footprints ofhistory go from north to south : a history richer both in glory and misfortune than thatof any other land on earth. From the wild, sun-burnt herdsmen of the Saturnian age,from the lawless robber bands of these rich pastures, arose a race of heroes whose eagleshadowed the world with his wings. This valiant breed has sunk into its funeral urn ;the urn itself has perished, reeds and weeds overgrow its fragments ; and in place ofthe defiant eagle, stands the suffering figure of the Son of Man upon the Cross, beforewhom the uncivilized nomade of to-day pulls off his ragged hat, and has no glimmeringknowledge of the greatness ofhis ancestors. Where the swordrusts, the cross arises ; and wherethe legions scoured the plain
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