Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . l around us, when we catch sight of something rising and falling androcking strangely ahead, and hear a broken sound of bells. On nearing this curiousobject, we find it to be a sound-signal, to warn mariners off some dangerous rocks. Akind of raft painted red, is anchored here, and in a pyramid erected on it hangs a colossalbell. The furious haste with which the invisible hand of the storm sounds this bell, therage of the roaring waters that strive to drown its voice, the frenzied violence with which GENOA. 12 r the huge beams seem as though they would tear
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . l around us, when we catch sight of something rising and falling androcking strangely ahead, and hear a broken sound of bells. On nearing this curiousobject, we find it to be a sound-signal, to warn mariners off some dangerous rocks. Akind of raft painted red, is anchored here, and in a pyramid erected on it hangs a colossalbell. The furious haste with which the invisible hand of the storm sounds this bell, therage of the roaring waters that strive to drown its voice, the frenzied violence with which GENOA. 12 r the huge beams seem as though they would tear themselves free from the chains that holdthem together,—all this has something weird and terrible in it. How wild and ghostlymust this floating bell sound in a tempestuous winters night ! The port of Genoa is separated from the town by a long sort of colonnade, or pier,which forms one of the pleasantest promenades imaginable ; and underneath which, invaulted chambers, there are enormous magazines and storehouses. At every hundred. MARKET IN THE PIAZZA DI PESCHERIA. yards or so, a gate opens from the port to the town ; iron tramways cross each other in alldirections, to facilitate the transport of heavy loads, hundreds of little carts stand ready,drawn by mules and donkeys which fill the air with their brayings; they are often harnessedthree or four nose to tail, for the streets are too narrow to permit of their going abreast,and they are generally furnished with a set of bells that tinkle cheerfully as the animalsclatter over the pavement. As soon as we leave the neighbourhood of the port the whole aspect of the town isaltered : it has a different physiognomy and a different expression. Instead of theceaseless, almost slavish toil of the porters and boatmen, we find in the principal streets anair of easy and pleasant bustle and occupation. The maritime element has disappeared,and we are on dry—nay mountainous—land. The narrow lanes climbing the heights R 12 2 ITALY. betwe
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