Days near Rome . manus. Silv. I. 3. We now turn round the base of Monte Catillo to that ofMonte Peschiavatore and the point opposite the Cascatelle,which is known to have borne the name of QuintiHolo in theloth century, and where a little church is still called LaMadonna di Qidntiliolo. It is possible this name may bederived from Quintilius Varus, and that his villa, mentionedby Horace (ode i. 18) as near the town, may have been inthis neighbourhood. Remains of a sumptuous villa withinlaid pavements and statues—especially two Fauns now inthe Vatican—have certainly been found here. Nothing can
Days near Rome . manus. Silv. I. 3. We now turn round the base of Monte Catillo to that ofMonte Peschiavatore and the point opposite the Cascatelle,which is known to have borne the name of QuintiHolo in theloth century, and where a little church is still called LaMadonna di Qidntiliolo. It is possible this name may bederived from Quintilius Varus, and that his villa, mentionedby Horace (ode i. 18) as near the town, may have been inthis neighbourhood. Remains of a sumptuous villa withinlaid pavements and statues—especially two Fauns now inthe Vatican—have certainly been found here. Nothing can exceed the loveliness of the views from theroad which leads from Tivoli by the chapel of S. Antoniato the Madonna di QuintiHolo. On the opposite heightrises the town with its temples, its old houses and churches,clinging to the edge of the cliffs, which are overhung with THE CASCATELLE. 199 such a wealth of luxuriant vegetation as is almost indescrib-able; and beyond, beneath the huge piles of building known. Tivoli. as the Villa of Maecenas, the thousand noisy cataracts of theCascatelle leap forth beneath the old masonry, and sparkleand dance and foam through the green—and all this is onlythe foreground to vast distances of dreamy campagna, seenthrough the gnarled hoary stems of grand old olive-trees—rainbow-hued with every delicate tint of emerald andamethyst, and melting into sapphire, where the solitary domeof S. Peters rises, invincible by distance, over the level lineof the horizon. And the beauty is not confined to the views alone. Eachturn of the winding road is a picture; deep ravines of solemndark-green olives which waken into silver light as the windshakes their leaves,—old convents and chapels buried in 200 DAYS NEAR ROME. shady nooks on the mountain-side,—thickets of laurestinus,roses, genista, and jessamine,—banks of liUes and hyacinths,anemonies and violets,—grand masses of grey rock, upwhich white-bearded goats are scrambling to nibble themyrtle
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