Notes in England and Italy . r Monte-rosso ; and faugh-er for Bolsena, where the peoplehad nothing clean but their eyes. I wish I couldcease to speak on this subject. Here, at Sette Vene, however, it is veiw nice, be-cause there are no houses except the hotel, and nopeople to be seen. This night is of a clearness thatno person can conceive who lives anywhere else than 540 NOTES IN ITALY. in Italy or Syria. The stars do not sliine prettybrightly : they pierce the pellucid air with diamondrays in a glow of splendor wonderful to is like a wheel of prisms, each spoke a livingbeam, r
Notes in England and Italy . r Monte-rosso ; and faugh-er for Bolsena, where the peoplehad nothing clean but their eyes. I wish I couldcease to speak on this subject. Here, at Sette Vene, however, it is veiw nice, be-cause there are no houses except the hotel, and nopeople to be seen. This night is of a clearness thatno person can conceive who lives anywhere else than 540 NOTES IN ITALY. in Italy or Syria. The stars do not sliine prettybrightly : they pierce the pellucid air with diamondrays in a glow of splendor wonderful to is like a wheel of prisms, each spoke a livingbeam, restlessly burning, each one of a differenthue, but changing one into the other in a lovely con-fusion of crimson, violet, and gold, as if it were abonfire of jewels, blazing with a beautiful bears the palm ; but there is every degree ofglory from that to lesser dignities. The half-moonalso shines without the thinnest veil over the dazzleof her radiance. And this is the atmosphere of thefatal V. EOME. October IStli. We left Sette Vene on the 16th, and soon arrivedon the nearest rim of an enormous crater of an ex-tinct volcano, several miles in diameter. In thecentre is the small town of Baccano, so called froma temple to Bacchus once standing there. Wepassed through it, and when we mounted the faitheredge, then at last Vte saw Rome afar oft, its towers,pinnacles, and the Dome—which, however, at such adistance was not so proudlj^ pre-eminent as it be-came on nearer approach. I felt a keen delight atseeing again the citj of cities. It was a singularsense of going home that I had, a sense, too, thateverything was there, in the dream-city, as it lookedin the pale mist that half veiled it and its lovely seaof mountains beyond and around. On my mind ithad risen in stupendous grandeur before I left Flor-ence, looming up far over all other places inhabitedby man. I can now understand the irresistible at-traction it has to those who return a second ti
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