Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . lOKT OF NAPLES. THE EVER YOUNG PA R THEN OPE 379 im- five oclock in the morning ;-in the cool seasons of the year, that is say. In the su,mer time there is no rest or quiet by day or by night. However long your cxpenencc. SANTA MARIA IN PORTICO, NAPLES. of the place may be, you can never finally decide whether the people really do go to sleephere at all. Thus there is, of course, no care expended on the dwellings. Scarcely onewhole window is to be seen in them ; or if there be one, it is black with the dust of the 3 C 2 ITALY. middle-ages ! On the rusty iron
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . lOKT OF NAPLES. THE EVER YOUNG PA R THEN OPE 379 im- five oclock in the morning ;-in the cool seasons of the year, that is say. In the su,mer time there is no rest or quiet by day or by night. However long your cxpenencc. SANTA MARIA IN PORTICO, NAPLES. of the place may be, you can never finally decide whether the people really do go to sleephere at all. Thus there is, of course, no care expended on the dwellings. Scarcely onewhole window is to be seen in them ; or if there be one, it is black with the dust of the 3 C 2 ITALY. middle-ages ! On the rusty iron-work of the balconies in front of the windows hang thegrey banners of Poverty, who is constantly passing in noisy procession through thesealleys ; and in honour of Poverty there wave all manner of conceivable and inconceivablerags of clothing. Sometimes they are mere heaps of patches just dipped in water, orinscrutable webs, apparently of string, fluttering in the sea-breeze when one chances tofind its way into this labyrinth. The very faces that one sees here seemed patched and faded. The stamp ofhumanity on them is dulled and blunted ; they are distorted, worn, haggard, eager, andhungry. A wolfish craving to be satisfied glares out of many dark e
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