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John Conington, Commentary on Vergil's Aeneid, Volume 2, P. VERGILI MARONIS, line 738 (search)
The Sarrastes are unknown to history: but Serv. refers to a work on Italy by Conon for the statement that they were Pelasgian and other Greek emigrants who settled in Campania, and gave the river near which they took up their abode the name of Sarnus from a river in their own country. No Greek river is mentioned as bearing the name: nor is it known when Conon lived, though there were two or three writers so called (Dict. B. Conon). For Sarnus see Dict. G., where it is said that the course of the river is not now what it was, having doubtless been changed by the eruption of Vesuvius which overthrew Herculaneum and Pompeii.
P. Vergilius Maro, Georgics (ed. J. B. Greenough), Book 2, line 177 (search)
nd o'erthrown the copse That year on year lay idle, and from the roots Uptorn the immemorial haunt of birds; They banished from their nests have sought the skies; But the rude plain beneath the ploughshare's stroke Starts into sudden brightness. For indeed The starved hill-country gravel scarce serves the bees With lowly cassias and with rosemary; Rough tufa and chalk too, by black water-worms Gnawed through and through, proclaim no soils beside So rife with serpent-dainties, or that yield Such winding lairs to lurk in. That again, Which vapoury mist and flitting smoke exhales, Drinks moisture up and casts it forth at will, Which, ever in its own green grass arrayed, Mars not the metal with salt scurf of rust— That shall thine elms with merry vines enwreathe; That teems with olive; that shall thy tilth prove kind To cattle, and patient of the curved share. Such ploughs rich Capua, such the coast that skirts Thy ridge, Vesuvius, and the Clanian flood, Acerrae's desolation and her bane
Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography, Chapter 16: (search)
llages all along on the side of the mountains. Church-spires innumerable and quaint old windmills added picturesqueness to the landscape. The harbor of Fayal is evidently an extinct crater of a volcano, with the side next the sea worn away by the action of the water. Opposite the lower end of Fayal lies Pico. A few days later the impregnable Rock of Gibraltar rose majestically before us, and at last under a lowering sky we sailed into the Bay of Naples. Notwithstanding the fact that Vesuvius was covered with snow and everything looked wintry enough, the spectacle was grand, the sapphire blue of this enchanting bay being always the same. We spent several days in Naples enjoying every moment of our stay. I left my party to make a flying trip to Rome to criticise the sculptor Simmons's work on General Logan's statue for the city of Washington and found everything very satisfactory. Shortly afterward we embarked on the Hesperides for Alexandria, Egypt. There were on board a
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 1.4, chapter 1.5 (search)
as to the cause of my coming; but, later, I was informed that my mother had hastened to her parents from London to be delivered of me; and that, after recovery, she had gone back to the Metropolis, leaving me in the charge of my grandfather, Moses Parry, who lived within the precincts of Denbigh Castle. Forty years of my life have passed, and this delving into my earliest years appears to me like an exhumation of Pompeii, buried for centuries under the scoriae, lava, and volcanic dust of Vesuvius. To the man of the Nineteenth Century, who paces the recovered streets and byeways of Pompeii, how strange seem the relics of the far distant life! Just so appear to me the little fatherless babe, and the orphaned child. Up to a certain time I could remember well every incident connected with those days; but now I look at the child with wonder, and can scarcely credit that out of that child I grew. How quaint that bib and tucker, that short frock, the fat legs, the dimpled cheeks, the
at in Europe. Fulton built the first steamboat on the Western rivers, at Pittsburg, in 1811. The Orleans, of 100 tons, was a sternwheeler, took her first freight at Natchez for New Orleans, and plied for three or four years on the river between those points. She made her first trip from Pittsburg to New Orleans in 14 days. The next vessel was the Comet, of 25 tons, in 1814. She made three or four trips, was taken to pieces, and the engine set up in a cotton factory. The third was the Vesuvius, in 1814. She made a number of trips, but eventually exploded. Fulton afterward devoted his attention to a submarine battery, for which he obtained a patent in 1813. In 1814 a steam man-of-war was launched under the name of Fulton the first. He died in 1815 Bell's steamboat, the Comet, was built in Greenock, and plied in 1812 between Glasgow and Greenock. It had 40 feet keel, 10 1/2 feet beam, was fitted with a portable engine of 3 horsepower, and was propelled by paddle-wheels.
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, T. G. Appleton. (search)
tepping-stones invite Feet which shall never come; to left and right Gay colonnades and courts,--beyond, the glee, Heartless, of that forgetful Pagan sea. O'er roofless homes and waiting streets, the light Lies with a pathos sorrowfuler than night. Fancy forbids this doom of Life with Death Wedded; and with a wand restores the Life. The jostling throngs swarm, animate, beneath The open shops, and all the tropic strife Of voices, Roman, Greek, Barbarian, mix. The wreath Indolent hangs on far Vesuvius's crest; And beyond the glowing town, and guiltless sea, sweet rest. Tom Appleton was greatly interested in the performances of the spiritualists, trance mediums, and other persons pretending to supernatural powers. How far he believed in this occult science can now only be conjectured, but he was not a man to be easily played upon. He thought at least that there was more in it than was dreamed of by philosophers. When the Longfellow party was at Florence in April, 1869, Prince Georg
to Rome. trials of travel. a midnight arrival and an inhospitable reception. glories of the eternal city. Naples and Vesuvius. Venice. Holy week in Rome. return to England. letter from Harriet Martineau on Dred. a word from Mr. Prescott onours, H. B. S. From Rome the travelers went to Naples, and after visiting Pompeii and Herculaneum made the ascent of Vesuvius, a graphic account of which is contained in a letter written at this time by Mrs. Stowe to her daughters in Paris. Aftewhere one can buy a little wine or any other refreshment one may need. There is a species of wine made of the grapes of Vesuvius, called Lachryma Christi, that has a great reputation. Here was a miscellaneous collection of beggars, ragged boys, meis source. Milton, as we all know, was some time in Italy, and, although I do not recollect any account of his visiting Vesuvius, I cannot think how he should have shaped his language so coincidently to the phenomena if he had not. On the way do
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 15: the third trip to Europe, 1859. (search)
as if somebody had drawn a hand across all the strings at once. We marveled, and I remembered the guitar at home. What think you? Have you had any more manifestations, any truths from the spirit world? About the end of February the pleasant Florentine circle broke up, and Mrs. Stowe and her party journeyed to Rome, where they remained until the middle of April. We next find them in Naples, starting on a six days trip to Castellamare, Sorrento, Salerno, Psestum, and Amalfi; then up Vesuvius, and to the Blue Grotto of Capri, and afterwards back to Rome by diligence. Leaving Rome on May 9th, they traveled leisurely towards Paris, which they reached on the 27th. From there Mrs. Stowe wrote to her husband on May 28th :-- Since my last letter a great change has taken place in our plans, in consequence of which our passage for America is engaged by the Europa, which sails the 16th of June; so, if all goes well, we are due in Boston four weeks from this date. I long for home,
tion of bracelet, 233; of inkstand, 240; Paris, first visit to, 241 ; en route for Switzerland, 243; Geneva and Chillon, 244; Grindelwald to Meyringen, 245; London, en route for America, 247; work for slaves in America, 250; correspondence with Garrison, 261, et. seq.; Dred, 266; second visit to Europe, 268; meeting with Queen Victoria, 270; visits Inverary Castle, 271; Dunrobin Castle, 275 ; Oxford and London, 280; visits the Laboucheres, 283; Paris, 289; en route to Rome, 294; Naples and Vesuvius, 301; Venice and Milan, 305; homeward journey and return, 306, 314; death of oldest son, 315; visits Dartmouth, 319; receives advice from Lowell on The Pearl of Orr's Island, 327; The minister's Wooing, 327, 330, 334; third trip to Europe, 342; Duchess of Sutherland's warm welcome, 346; Switzerland, 348; Florence, 349; Italian journey, 352; return to America, 353; letters from Ruskin, Mrs. Browning, Holmes, 353, 362; bids farewell to her son, 364; at Washington, 366; her son wounded at Gett
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2, The lost arts (1838). (search)
So we have very few new things in that line. But I said I would take the subject, for instance, of this very material,--glass. It is the very best expression of man's self-conceit. I had heard that nothing had been observed in ancient times which could be called by the name of glass that there had been merely attempts to imitate it. He thought they had proved the proposition; they certainly had elaborated it. In Pompeii, a dozen miles south of Naples, which was covered with ashes by Vesuvius eighteen hundred years ago, they broke into a room full of glass: there was ground-glass, window-glass, cut-glass, and colored glass of every variety. It was undoubtedly a glass-maker's factory. So the lie and the refutation came face to face. It was like a pamphlet printed in London, in 1836, by Dr. Lardner, which proved that a steamboat could not cross the ocean; and the book came to this country in the first steamboat that came across the Atlantic. The chemistry of the most ancient
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