American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1823-01-31
From the London Courier.
FAwUETr.
ITALY.

Our readers will peruse, with much pleasure, the
following animated and elegant description Of scenes
which no repetition can rob their power to charm,
whether as objects Of occular delight and OF inteec
tual associations, vivid pictures traced by the
pen Of the enlightened traveller. t an extract OF
private letter from Naples, dated September 30th =
had begun writing to you from Milan but ex-
cessve occupation, and the leuguor consequent on
exertion, which robs one OF many a leisure hou in
this climate, disappointed my expectation of finish
ing letter. | abandoned all idea OF address,
ing you iiom Paris, for every one who has, or has
not been there, is almos equally well acquainted
with it, / did not see much 10 surprise or please
me. From the pictures, engravings and punoramas,
and the numberless and alTost endless conversations
on the Pala;s Royal, ThueIes, Roulevards &c. |
found myself as much at home among them as if.
instead of an Introductory visit, had returned to
renew an early intimacy. The three objects which
led me there were, first and last, my ambition ofbe-
ing on a footing with The world in general: second
y the Louvre, which was alone recompence for
my Journey and lastly Tama, who was most vex-
atiously i'll during my whole stay. This last Cir
icurastance. perhaps, occasioned something like i'll
humor, which my approach to Switzerland entirely
dssipated You may easily conceive, who know the
strong attachment that binds me to Scotland and
her rugged strand,' what delight must have felt
in trayersng that wild and romantic country SO
much resembling her.
Nothing that have ever read or heard, or seen.
descriptive of its wonders has approached the truth
Of It's extraordinary combination Of all the highest
qualities ofbeauty and sublimity. To begin DIES
cripiion OF one scene, to leap into the midst oil
labyrinth without clue OF eXtrication each stet
one takes is but change in beauty and in this
g land of lost gods and godlke men," 1t is, in mil
der and richer tore, ;he same. Even now, from the
window where sit, my eye takes in as much love
| illness in inannate nature as would make the ex
cuse Of little Journey in England to look upon
The sun has Just SINK down behind Pausilipo, whose
vineyards and caves, cottages and palaces, are be
ginning to fade in the decreasing light. The brigh
waters of the bay rejecting the rich sky above, are
Tightly curled by he cooi pure air that breathe
over them, in the distance Capri lifts his dim sba
dows in tranquil majesty above the blue ocean, ant
along the mountains ridge soft and mellow ambe
sltnge shows in dark distinctness (if may say so
line trees and villas that crown its summit. Nee
lsaw |, never felt, calm more deep" The very
things that contribute to this feeling of stiffness
seem themselves to have sense of, and participa
fl ton in it, and one might almost suspect oneself il
!, the neghboriood ofthe happy isles, forget thei
/, names, where Virtue found her resting place; bu
= that COMPOUNDED Austrian drum, which has just be
! gun beating its night call, breaks upon my media
i TONS like the tlwaci on Sternes ans and tells hi
h am entirely abroad in my appropriation OF Ma
pies.
i "Custom has familiarised without reconciling M
to the sight of these disnterested guardians oil i'al
ian liberty. Upon my first arrival at Milan, 4 can
not describe to you how much was disguised I
observe the waDton exercise of foreign author