cenza flows, and is almost absorbed in a wide sandy that have in our times attained a temporary reputa bed before it reaches the Anio. Nothing can be tion, and is very seldom to be trusted even when he more fortunate for the lines of the poet, whether in speaks of objects which he must be presumed to a metaphorical or direct sense: "Me quotiens reficit gelidus Digentia rivus, Quem Mandola bibit rugosus frigore pagua." have seen. His errors, from the simple exaggera tion to the downright misstatement, are so frequent as to induce a suspicion that he had either never visited the spots described, or had trusted to the The stream is clear high up the valley, but before fidelity of former writers. Indeed the Classical it reaches the hill of Bardela looks green and yel-Tour has every characteristic of a mere compilalow like a sulphur rivulet. tion of former notices, strung together upon a very Rocca Giovane, a ruined village in the hills, half slender thread of personal observation, and swelled an hour's walk from the vineyard where the pave-out by those decorations which are so easily supplied ment is shown, does seem to be the site of the by a systematic adoption of all the common places fane of Vacuna, and an inscription found there tells of praise, applied to everything, and therefore sigthat this temple of the Sabine Victory was repaired nifying nothing. by Vespasian. With these helps, and a position The style which one person thinks cloggy and corresponding exactly to everything which the poet cumbrous, and unsuitable, may be to the taste of has told us of his retreat, we may feel tolerably se- others, and such may experience some salutary excure of our site. citement in ploughing through the periods of the Classical Tour. It must be said, however, that polish and weight are apt to beget an expectation of value. It is amongst the pains of the damned to toil up a climax with a huge round stone. The hill which should be Lucretilis is called Campanile, and by following up the rivulet to the pretended Bandusia, you come to the roots of the higher mountain Gennaro. Singularly enough, the only spot of ploughed land in the whole valley is on the knoll where this Bandusia rises. .. tu frigus amabile Fessis vomere tauris Præbes, et pecori vago." The peasants show another spring near the mo-thor or his productions, is very conspicuous throughsaic pavement, which they call "Oradina," and which flows down the hills into a tank, or mill-dam, and then it trickles over into the Digentia. But we must not hope "To trace the Muses upwards to their spring," The tourist had the choice of his words, but there was no such latitude allowed to that of his sentiments. The love of virtue and of liberty, which must have distinguished the character, certainly adorns the pages of Mr. Eustace, and the gentlemanly spirit, so recommendatory either in an auout the Classical Tour. But these generous qualities are the foliage of such a performance, and may be spread about it so prominently and profusely as to embarrass those who wish to see and find the fruit at hand. The unction of the divine, and the exhortations of the moralist, may have made this work something more or better than a book of travels, by exploring the windings of the romantic valley in but they have not made it a book of travels; and search of the Bandusian fountain. It seems strange this observation applies more especially to that enthat any one should have thought Bandusia a foun- ticing method of instruction conveyed by the pertain of the Digentia-Horace has not let drop a petual introduction of the same Gallic Helot to reel word of it; and this immortal spring has in fact and bluster before the rising generation, and terrify been discovered in possession of the holders of it into decency by the display of all the excesses of many good things in Italy, the monks. It was at- the revolution. An animosity against atheists and tached to the church of St. Gervais and Protais regicides in general, and Frenchmen specifically, near Venusia, where it is most likely to be found.† may be honorable, and may be useful as a record; We shall not be so lucky as a late traveller in find- but that antidote should either be administered in ing the occasional pine still pendant on the poetic any work rather than a tour, or, at least should be villa. There is not a pine in the whole valley, but served up apart, and not so mixed with the whole there are two cypresses, which he evidently took, or mass of information and reflection as to give a bitmistook, for the tree in the ode. The truth is, that terness to every page: for who would choose to have the pine is now, as it was in the days of Virgil, a the antipathies of any man, however just, for his garden tree, and it was not at all likely to be found travelling companions? A tourist, unless he asin the craggy acclivities of the valley of Rustica. pires to the credit of prophecy, is not answerable Horace probably had one of them in the orchard for the changes which may take place in the country close above his farm, immediately overshadowing which he describes; but his reader may very fairly his villa, not on the rocky heights at some distance esteem all his political portraits and deductions as from his abode. The tourist may have easily sup- so much waste paper, the moment they cease to asposd himself to have seen this pine figured in the sist, and more particularly if they obstruct his ac above cypresses, for the orange and lemon trees tual survey. which throw such a bloom over his description of Neither encomium nor accusation of any govern the royal gardens at Naples, unless they have been ment or governors, is meant to be here offered; but since displaced, were assuredly only acacias and it is stated as an incontrovertible fact, that the other common garden shrubs. The extreme dis- change operated, either by the address of the late appointment experienced by choosing the Classical imperial system, or by the disappointment of every Tourist as a guide in Italy must be allowed to find expectation by those who have succeeded to the vent in a few observations, which, it is asserted Italian thrones, has been so considerable, and is so without fear of contradiction, will be confirmed apparent, as not only to put Mr. Eustace's antigalby every one who has selected the same conductor lican philippies entirely out of date, but even to through the same country. This author is in fact throw some suspicion upon the competency and canone of the most inaccurate, unsatisfactory writers dor of the author himself. A remarkable example • IMP. CÆSAR VESPASIANVS VICTORIE. VETVSTATE ILLAPSAM SVA. IMPENSA. RESTITVIT. ↑ See Historical Illustrations of the Fourth Canto, p. 43. See Classical Tour, &c., chap. vii. p. 250, vol. li. "Under our windows, and bordering on the beach, is the royal garden, laid out in parterres, and walks shaded by rows of orange trees." Classical Tour, &c., chap. xi. vul. ii. oct. 365, may be found in the instance of Bolonga, over whose papal attachments, and consequent desolation, the tourist pours forth such strains of condolence and revenge, made louder by the borrowed trumpet of Mr. Burke. Now Bolonga is at this moment, and has been for some years, notorious amongst the states of Italy for its attachment to revolutionary principles, and was almost the only city which made any demonstrations in favor of the unfortunate Murat. This change may, however lead. have been made since Mr. Eustace visited this coun-[been suspended, no attempt would have seen made try; but the traveller whom he has thrilled with hor- to anticipate their decision. As it is, those who ror at the projected stripping of the copper from the stand in the relation of posterity to Mr. Eustace cupola of St. Peter's, must be much relieved to find may be permitted to appeal from cotemporary that sacrilege out of the power of the French, or praises, and are perhaps more likely to be just in any other plunderers, the cupola being covered with proportion as the causes of love and hatred are the farther removed. This appeal had, in some measure, If the conspiring voice of otherwise rival critics been made before the above remarks were written; had not given considerable currency to the Classical for one of the most respectable of the Florentine Tour, it would have been unnecessary to warn the publishers, who had been persuaded by the repeated reader, that however it may adorn his library, it inquiries of those on their journey southwards to will be of little or no service to him in his carriage; reprint a cheap edition of the Classical Tour, was, and if the judgment of those critics had hitherto by the concurring advice of returning travellers, induced to abandon his design, although he had already arranged his types and paper, and had struck off one or two of the first sheets. • «What, then, will be the astonishment, or rather the horror of my reader, when I inform him . the French committee sarned its attention to Saint Peter's, and employed a company of Jews to estimate and purchase the gold, silver, and bronze that adorn the inside of the edifice, as well as the copper that covers the vaults and dome on the outside." Chap. iv. p. 130, vol. S. The story about the Jews is positively denied at Bome. Mr. Gibbon) on good terms with the Pope and the The writer of these notes would wish to part (like Cardinals, but he does not think it necessary to extend the same discreet silence to their humble par tisans. THE GIAOUR; A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE. One fatal remembrance-one sorrow that throws TO SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ. AS A SLIGHT BUT MOST SINCERE TOKEN OF ADMIRATION FOR HIS GENIUS, RESPECT FOR HIS CHARACTER, AND GRATITUDE FOR HIS FRIENDSHIP, THIS PRODUCTION IS INSCRIBED BY HIS OBLIGED AND AFFECTIONATE servant, BYRON. ADVERTISEMENT. THE Tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the "olden time;" or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. The story, when entire, contained the adventures of a female slave, who was thrown, in the Mussulman manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by a young Venetian, her lover, at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice, and soon after the Arnaouts were beaten back from the Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion. The desertion of the Mainotes, on being refused the plunder of Misitra, led to the abandonment of that enterprise, and to the desolation of the Morea, during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful. Fair clime! where every season smiles The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale: His queen, the garden queen, his rose, Unbent by winds, unchill'd by snows, Far from the winters of the west, By every breeze and season blest, Returns the sweets by Nature given, In softest incense back to heaven; And grateful yields that smiling sky Her fairest hue and fragant sigh. And many a summer flower is there, And many a shade that love might share, And many a grotto, meant for rest, That holds the pirate for a guest; Whose bark in sheltering cove below Is heard, and seen the evening star And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower To bloom along the fairy land, But springs as to preclude his care, Strange that where all apare! beside He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) The rapture of repose that's there, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! That parts not quite with parting breath; A gilded halo hovering round decay, Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth! Clime of the unforgotten brave! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Thy heroes, though the general doom What can he tell who treads thy shore? When man was worthy of thy clime; Or raise the neck that courts the yoke: Far, dark, along the blue sea glancing He shuns the near, but doubtful creek Who thundering comes on blackest steed, On-on he hastened, and he drew He stood-some dread was on his face, Here loud his raven charger neigh'd Down glanced that hand, and grasped his blade; The spur hath lanced his courser's sides; Swift as the hurl'd on high jerreed,9 That fiery barb so sternly rein'd: For infinite as boundless space The thought that conscience must embrace, Which in itself can comprehend Wo without name, or hope, or end. The hour is past, the Giaour is gone! ¡ Wo to that hour he came or went! He came, he went, like the simoom, 10 The steed is vanish'd from the stall; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed, Where the weeds and the desolate dust are spread: "Twas sweet of yore to see it play, And chase the sultriness of day, |