New-York daily tribune., 1843-07-31

! human life and human rghts-lust as Il MS siip-
,lc word increased the force OF that Obligation
or rendered the violation of it any more vie aIa
c3llpable Pompeius would not break his Wol"
10 a Casar but wished his Admiral had o0'i' :
for him. Strange that a man with 50 cay
conscience should have hesitated on 'iie ny
matter of a lie, especially whon he was pet 10y
,,,ll;n,, 70 oc, one. Whether his word had been
y;ven or not his obligation was the same oo'
man he would do thousand hes 70 gam
| tridinq object, but yet would not utter one ai'uo
IN The ears Of the World fo- an Empire. an
,oc,binks after all, that fear Of human scorn had
more to do with the holding of that rope than
sense Of obligation To ordinary men they may
utter what ialsehoods they please. Mere lcli is
hoier than obligation, and the bare questioning
the right Is bodcr than the violation Of ii. POM
peius could deceive, and rob, and slay the mass
by thousands but to deliberately lie to great
Cesar and turn dark traitor al his table,
would be an act d. which the World would cry
out SHANE
The Svbil's Cave is not 50 much of a sham.
The extent OF this grotto or cavern IS unknown
but doubtless the whole mountain Is bored through
and was used formerly means OF coInmnnca-
ton between different portions OF these ancient
srong-hols From the side that looks directly
on the sea, and near where 1Eneas landed, one
secs but little of the immense cavern that dives
INTO the mountain. Orr guide, however, lighted
his torches, and led us through long and dark
passages until the ruins blocked the arches ana
stopped our progress The entrance from lhe
other side of the hill is on the shore OF NlrgIs
Iartarus. A beautiful shaded walk leads to IT
which opens dark and gloomily In the mountain
Here Our torches were again lighted, and we
entered from the shores of the very same Tar
tarus where Eneas entered in his deSccnSWS
taciie into hell. You pass along level gallery
for some time Illuminated only by the glare of
your torches, and then reach an abrupt descent
into dark and narrow passage. My guide here
pat the torch into my hand and bade me mount
Holding it in one hand and grasplng his neck with
the other, mounted his brawny shoulders, and
the next moment found my feet dragging through
the water. NV torch would light up here and
there projecting point Of rock and iiing It's red
| light on the black k-smcared visage OF the fellow
that carried me, till | really began to think | was
on the road to the lower wolld and had fairly
straddled the Devils neck. We soon emerged
into a room half filled with water, which we
went splasling through into another, on the Tar
thcr side of which my grim carrier set me Gown
on II flight of steps that rose from the water. l
really began to suspect, as stood and gazed oil
INTO the darkness and saw the reflection Of the
uht now on the archcd cavern and now on the
water. that Virgil was dealing somewhat III facts
when he described this road to the Internal World.
Indeed, should not have been surprised to have
heard the bark of old Ccrberus or the roar of the
Cocvtus In another chamber, decorated with
Nosaics. arc what arc termed the Sybll's Baths,
and little rccesses in which the guide SAID she
was accustomed to cool herself after her warm
sblutions Coming from a land OF steamboats,
and railroads, where every thing is practical and
real it seemed odd ca1ough TO hear men run over
these traditions as matters of fact. Before you
are aware, you find yourself following the mar
rator as if he were relating real occurrences and,
as he points out the particular localities and
relates some incident belonging 10 each, you for
the moment believe flim. Being all told Ill
foreign tongue and that Italian, adds to the
delusion; and found myself looking into the
baths where the beautiful limbs of the Sybi
reposcd. and around on her chamber, If 1t al
were fact and not fiction. But when ] was
shown the narrow hole into which she crawled to
cool after the BATH the beautiful VISION vanished.
,;,b;s was too much for even my Imagination
and reused the echoes of the Sybips home by
one Of those long and hearty laughs that does
the soul good My ciccrone had run OH with
increasing volublity dlstancing Virgil out OF
sight and adding such notes and comments on
the way as would have astonished the poet to
have heard AS he waved the torch TO and fro
and splashed the water around him, he saw my
cres qlaring on him like one completely gu!lcd-
as most assuredly was for the time though not
by him SO much as by my OWN Imagination
and. taking the hint, he piled up ;hc marvels,
as a Western man would say, a little too high.
Nv hearty, incredulous laugh acted like Con
dcnscr on his steam, and he began TO mistrust
was sensible man. He stopped short, and asked
;r did not wish to mount. An English lady had
entered as far as one could without beng carried,
and impellcd bya woman's curiosity, asked TO be
taken into the Sybil's chambers. Without think
ing ho,c she was to be carried, she was just adjust;
inc her dress, when the guide, STOPPING down,
suddenly inserted her carefully a-straddle OF his
neck, and plunged into the water. The squeal
that followed would have frightened all the sybilS
of the mountains out of their grottos. 1t was too
late, however, to retreat the passage was too
narrow to turn round IN, and she was compelled
10 enter the first chamber before she could be
relieved from her predicamenI When she came