New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1857-06-15
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court, and the cock-turkey pOrters are struttipg
and gobbling all about
Sunday, 26tk.-FrOm the gate at ST. Peters We
walk outside the walls TO the St Pancras Gate re-
stored since the entrance Of the French and by nd
died villas on the Janicuum, toward the headquar-
tiers Of the camp In the Villa Dora. On the way,
Oh the gate Of ruined villa, noticed the nan
efaced Inscription, Viva Pho TX, Llberal0r d
sad reminiscence If tie crushed hopes Of the Roman
people Passing the long wall of Enclosure, We enter
the lila Dora Pamphill of the most beautiful
and extensive in the enylr"ns al Rome beside
the charming palace the fountains, gardens ana
flowers the ancient COlumbaria, the views Oi ~.
Peters and the broken CaInpagna about II, there
are lis own rich fields Of wide extent IT. young yell
low Willows, and ts tall gray pines singing with
the sea the swans in the waters, the Wild flowers in
the grass and then over the green rolling fields a
pltierine spot Of the Iiber and background of the
blue Alban Hills.
Sunday, May 3.-In the afternoon We drive out
by the Palace Of the Caesars, in their new Spring
turbans-by the Baths Of Caracala, wilderness of
walls-by the sepulclers Of the scipiOs, and the
mortuay pgeOn-hCles OF the Courts Of Augustus and
PCnpey. so PRETTY called Columbaria, or dove
coics Of dead dust, al laid out in green feds-be
tween vineyard walls bursting out in flowers and
vines as if Nature could not help thunder the arch
just this side the POrta Sebastian, kept expressly for
strangers, picturesque little ruin, something to
ride under and sketch, aud to pluck flowers and
bits Of marble from; and then between the Appian
road walls, that all but now and then shut on the
Campagna and its blue girde of hills, till ascend
where Cecilia Metella keeps guard over the love
lest panorama. The tomb still retains part OF lts
cornice of garllnds and OK skulls, though sur
mounted by Iniddle-aged battlenents. Ny French
Guide book shrugs its shoulders at this piece OF &C.
centric galantry-such a superb sepulture erected
by husband to his wife she who taught
Cleopatra TO drown her pearls before her lovers.
But without the past the present charms US; the
great green sweeps the rolling ground, the stark
ruins of temples, crcuses, theaters, ali about us
the dark line of tOmbs, like cOwled monks, on to
the hills-the bluffs and yaeys-thc ivied walls
the daisied grass-the chasing shadOws-and such
an air, and such sky-the sheep and goats in the
pastures, the asses oxen, the shepherds and the
hOrsemen-the distant hills-the distant sea-the
distant city " ith its watch dome Of st. Peters,
the DORA pines of on the ,janculum horizCn-and
again and again to recT to the sky above and the
turf beneath. Here descend, about four miles
out from Rome, and send back carriage, and,
leaving the antique Appian pavement walk between
the tOmbs for another time, We climb up the bank,
under the foundations OF Ceca's tomb creep under
the twc-rai fence and enter the fields, every mo-
ment changing the character of our views from our
change of place. and this variety is the wonder and
charm Of the Campagna. Here, in the valley, the
eoatLerd in shaggy gOat-shn breeches or pct that
some one has just shed, is tending his flock OF KID
less milk giving mothers, who since Easter come into
town every morning to bleach our tea and coffee.
All Winter their yOunglings, white as little drifts
with crimson spots, have been hung in cruel rows
along the butchers stalls. One of the herd, dark,
vcntrous goat is Just now spotted against the blue
sky, promfnading the rampant of ROnulus Circus.
How will he get down That Is lis own wise look
cut With steady, stately tread he marches hall
down the perpendicular steep, then with an easy
leap he is his pasture turf, no more conscious OF
a feat than one of FTancOnls after dance on the
tight rope. Watching their ways we see with new
force the etymoOy of mans caprices, who, capra,
like delights 10 browse on dangerous edges ana
scale and descend the ruggedcst rocks, while lux
urant valley lies before him. or II more barren pas
ture, where the innocent sheep put their heads TO-
geher, and nibble and gain just as good living on
shorter feed. Here, as ever i'll the worlds and
heavens pastures, the sheep are separate from the
goats and though we esteem the former silly,
there is no doubt the Good Shepherd loves them best
Horses dOnkeys and young asses are feeding ON
the knoll beyond. Climbing another wall, and
traversng one Of the Alban roads, and creeping un-
der other rails, We enter other fields in which a
little ahead and above us is the sacred grove oil
Numa, dark and grassless, covering like a cOwl the
brow Of the hill, the bower of Numa and Eger1a.
From the luIurant grass, brlmming with flowers
we enter its gloom, whose knOtted old trunks
basin still the last showers rain. The cattle come IN
here sometimes from the sun, but 1t is as still new,
and chilly and mysterious an oracle's cavern. We
sit down outside on its skirts of green sopng down
toward the valley of Egeria. All Mons Albanus is
up at the right with the joining Campagna, and the
aaueducts between, and before us the lovely valley
with its grazing gray oXen its grotto and fountain,
its straying young elms, and back on another Knoll
the Temple of Bacchus, all suggestive of love and
of wine, and on the other side a Campsgna bluff of
rich goden-brown earth heayed out of the emerald
green.