New-York daily tribune., 1843-07-28

sweet yillage lay nesting unoef oafh.oio"eu
LIN. now q ruined castle stood out IN bold
relief AGAINST the sky perchcd on an almost mac
csSc;blc peak. around which, in the old lawlcss
times. had been many fierce struggle. Here
we passed solitary house pceping out from
mass of foliage in the side OF the mountain, with
little rivulet brawling by it and there saw the
spire of church shooting up behind crag on the
very summit Of high bald rnountain-placed in
that eagle-like spot to be halfway between two
little villages that lay scattered on either side be-
low. The path to it wound and wound up and
along the barren mass, until it finally dropped into
the bosom of the church, whosc bel every Sab
bath morning, woke the sleeping echoes around
those villages to call their inhabitants to their
1nountain.worship. A little farther on, we passed
nearly over a village, the spires OF whose churches
barely rose to our carriagc-whccls. Over ravlne
that led into the town slender foot-brdge,
from the farther end of which a narrow path com
mcnced and went struggling up the hill,an finally,
dropping over the ridge was lost from view IN
CURED where it went, and was told to a little vll-
lage perched on the farther side that looked down
on llC "A lew IllOIC .hAiN n4S ~
Bay Of Salcrno opened TO vicw,-bue, quiet and
mild as heaven Its natural beauties arc almost,
if not quite, equal TO those Of Naples. We had
hardly driven into the yard OF our hotel before
the usual retinue of beggars were behind US. In
BARGAINING for our meals and rooms, every thing
was so reasonable that we could not complain;
and for once did not attempt to beat down the
Landlord. The entire arrangement Of the prices
was always left to me in travelling, and | had
acquired quite a reputation in dickerlng with the
thieving Italian race. We made the man specify
the dishes he would give u.s. and, among other
things he mentioned an English pudding. This
required some discussion but we finally con-
cluded not to trust an Italian in Salerno with
such dish, and had its place supplied with
something else. Hc promised enough and l
was turning away quite satisfied, when my friends
slyly limited at my principle, never to close bar
gain with an Italian on his own terms. 1twouldn't
do to lose my reputation; and so, turning round
very gravely said :" suppose you will thr0" IN
the English pudding" He as gravcly, and with
blandness replied =" Oh, yes" A peal of laugh
the town. The mountains rise directly over IT. on
the craggcd summit of which stands an old fort
rcss Saicno is an old town, and once boasted
one of the most celebrated Medical Schools OF
Italy. It's Cathedral also has some rich orna-
ments but its great beauty is its Bay We
returned to our hote and, sitting down on
balcony that overlooked it, drank in the fresh
evening air, and feastcd on the quiet beauty OF
the scene. The sun went down over Amalh,
penciling with its last beams the distant noun
tains that curved into the sea beyond Postum
Along the beach. on which the rippes were laying
their lips with gentle murmur, group oil SOL
diers in their gay uniform was strolllng, waking
the drowsy echoes of evening with their stirring
bugle.notes. The music was sweet; and at such
an hour in such a scene, doubly SO. They wan
dercd carclcssly along, now standing on the very
edge of the sand where the rpples died, and now
hidden from sight behind some projecting point
where the sound confined and thrown back,
came faint and distant on the ear, TIL, emerging
again into view, the martial STRAIN swellcd out IN
notes TILL the rocks above ana around
were alive with echoes. II was dreamy hour
and Just then as il OH purpose to goliy the whole
the full moon rose up over The sea and poured us
flood of light over the waters tipping every ripple
with silver, and making the whole beach, where
the water touched it, chain of pearls. One by
one my friends had dropped away to Their rooms
till | was left alone. felt that might, most
glorious night" was not sent for slumber. Every
vagrant sound had ceased, except the very FAINT
nurmur of the swell on the beach. lhc gray old
mountains were looking down Oh Salerno and
Saerno on the sea ; and ali was quiet as night
ever is when left alone. And yet, qulet and
peaceful as it was, it had been the scene OF
stirring conflicts. There were the moonbesms
sleeping on the wall against winch Hannibal hao
once thundercd with his fierce Africans; and
along that beach the wild war-cry OF the Saracen
had rung, and women and children lam saugh
tered around But the bold Saracen and bolder
African had passed away, while the sea and the
rocks remained the same. turned to my couch,
not wondering the poets of the Augustan age sang
so much and so swcetly OF Salerno.
In the morning we rose with the sun and rat
tied merry for Postum, still twenty miles distant
For while we passed through cultivated fields, IN
which were groups of Calabrian peasants. dressed
Just as Salvador Rosa painted them. At length
we entered on the long and pcstiicrouS swamps,
in the midst of which Postum stands, or rather
stood For miles and miles it was the same dead
level, with nothing to relieve the eye but here and
there straw and mud hut, shaped like beehive,
in which the keepers live who watch the herds
driven here to Craze, and the herds of buffaloes
themselves that roam over the plain. They are