The Republican journal., 1872-02-08

The Louisville journal has Il Naples
correspondent who writes Spent tile
night with some friends On THE tJp If W.
suyius, freezing on one side aml boiling
on the other. We Kept ourselves awake
by the amusement NJ dodging the falling
stones About once i'll ten minute, the
old mountain gave shiver. then burst
like forty thousand muilpd cannons it
ever there wa such 4 thing AT each
burst Il cloud of black smoke. iu the shape
OF an inverted haystack and thirteen
times the size Of the GAIT House, was
driven into the Air, followed nv \ vivid
flame that lighted the country for leagues
around. Then look out for stones mil
lions Of tons are thrown hundred, of feet
high into the air, most vi them falling
back into the crater, but many. VARYING
IN size from a pigeons egg to n tobacco
hogshead, land outside, and vuu must
dodge generally easy enough, ls they
are Of a white heat and show rs plain as Il
rocket-star. They tumble down the steep
cone, kissing and steamin9 in the snow
the big ones breaking into fragments and
flying like a bursting she'll. Now is the
time-ten minutes interval We rush up
to the abyss and look down; for further
particulars see Dante's "Inferno,0 ~ but
you spoil your boots; | did Won singp
your mustache did. And vou wish You
were safely out OF il; did. You turn
away, sneezing as il you had accidentally
ignted a box of locotocos under your
nose lor a moment all is dark then the
long twlnkllng rows Of "a lamps in the
streets Of Naples seem To spring out Of
the ground under Your feet though miles
away; then YOU see the lights in the little
towns above the base OF the mountains
all save one, and that one the largest
Pompeii--with its great Old temple, mag
nihcent theatres, close built streets. and
vast arena, is dark the grim skeletons
lying in their ashen beds alone keep their
vigils there; their eyeless sockets mead uo
light. No sight that | ever witnessed c:.n
equal clear sunrise from Nesuvius No
one can imagine its grandeur but YOU
must try to, tor l dare not attempt de-
scription. As we stood gazing down on
the rootess houses of Pompeii the sun
lighting its gay-colored WALL Terre del
Greco, with its earthquake-shaken walls
said II am glad Of IT," Says one of
the party, Its awful shabby; don't think
it pays" That young man was from
Henry County, Indiana. With pretty
general destruction Of boots and clothing,
and the aforesaid loss of one of the hand
soonest mustaches in Naples by your hum
bic servant, we got down safely. Not 50
with another party who ascended from
the Nola side. One OF them had an arm
broken by a falling stone; another leg,
in getting down.
Not long ago vou,A, older it wit than
in years, after being catechised concerning
the power Of nature, replied ''Now,
think there's one thing nature cant do"
"What is it my child?" ''She can't make
Bill Jones mouth any bigger without set
ting his ears back"
The Rev. George Moore, OF Edinburgh,
was riding, one snowy day, mutfied up in
a Spanish cloak, and with a woman's
shawl tied around his neck and shoulders.
These garments futtering in the wind,
startled the horse of a commercial travel
er," who met the divine, and who, irritat-
ed at the plunging Of his steed, exclaimed ;
You would frighten the devil, sir" May
be-" answered Mr. Moore 'for it's just
my trade