...oy of the Indies. . . .; to Mon Serrate, the romantic, elegant seclusion of that Mr. Beckford whom Lord Byron has justly damned to eternal memory under the name of Vathek; to the Quinta da Penha, to Colares , and, finally, to the rock which forms the most western limit of the European continent, and where nature, by a glorious boundary, marks the termination of her works in the Old World. Besides this...