Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-07-06

and shrubs, statues, restaurants and arbors
The day was too fine to s3ead In hotel, so
off we drove, or raced, sgain to the Campo
Santi, around the eastern part of the bay. The
roads are remarkably hard aud good here Ia
the suburbs and the city pavements are like
those OF EloreDcc, large aud fiat The ceme.
hry at the end of the drive, was well worth
visit The garden at the entrance was one
mass of fragrant roses Large square back
Of this is surrounded by one hundred chupels
for the dead, in the rear of chapel OF some
Fraternity-a house as large as a church. A
flight OF steps leads to the open part Of the
grounds where large chapels are scattered
about, some of which for private families can
contain us many us sixty remains. In the
midst of all this is the old cemetery, where
there are only three hundred and sixty-sfx
graves, one of winch is opened every day of
the year, and all the poor that have died du-
ring the day are thrown into the pit. On our
drive thither we see more OF low Italian Lille
than heretolore such dirt, filth, rags and lazi-
ness no Northern Countries could endure, but
here one ceases 10 be deeply affected 10y pity
for these poor creatures because of their abso-
Lutte Incidence. They do MT seem to feel
their apparent wgetchrdness beggary there is
NO end to, and to have II delorned child, l
really believe, is considered blessing to help
support the family. All the common people
live out OF, doors these sunny days, with their
vegetables or goods fog sale about them, or en-
gagged with their various occupations, if not
begging but all seem to spend more time
l,.s,, 4,
the sun, or stopping to gase at passers by.
SorTcnto- Oh ofall lovely, romantic places
Of delicious brcczes and sweet odors of glo.
rious views, and in short, of all places for bod
lily and spiritual enjoyment, here we are at
the best-and just us 1 write these words u
party of English people about me are speak
ing OF Agnes of Sorrento" and one starlles
me by the quiet ycnnrk-"The author is dead
| hear" This casts gloom over the Joyous
picture, but there is no Amcrican to shed
sympathzins tear with me. (rhis was gener-
ally believed in Europe for time after the
accident met by Mrs. Stowe last winter)
After leaving the train at Castellamare, an
hours ride from Naples towards Pompeii, but
nearer the sea u little farther 10 the south, we
took carriage Tor u ten miles drive TO Sor.
renio, and oh such scenery Indeed, it is
said TO be one of the finest drives in the
world. Do you weary OF my glorying in the
mountains and describing them SO often? 1
cannot help ii must write so as to help nv
sell i'll trying nercP TO forget this afternoon.
From Castullumare we follow the winding
road along the shOrc Of the Buy, at first close
to the water ut the foot of steep cliffs some
hundreds of feet high, then gradually rise to
the level Of .bcse. Half way up we enter
deep gorge, across which is thrown pctur-
esque bridge just after crossing it, climbing
the hill again that brings us back to the sea, we
turned and looked back at the beautiful val
| ley. "Thcre y | cXclaim "is the picture |
would like to possess painted to be ever with
me, us l cannot have this original again"
The range Of mountains were all agow in the
sunset light, the bare rocks a crimson hue,
| lower down the forests show fine contrast in
thc various shades of green; here and there a
collection of white cottages Is seen, u church
rises up on higher ground, before us Is the
blue sea, beyond, Vcsuvius, its smoke changed
| in the rosy light, TO the north the hills of Ma
plies in their purple mantle, and yet crimson,
green, blue and purple are so blended that we
can hardly tell where each begins. Finishing
The ascent rs we turn 10 leave the valley, the
whole western SKY is one blaze of light; so
we drive joyously on, discovering new beau
tics all the way AT last Sorrento is reached
the last of many Villages on the way, and here
n good table dNote reircshes us, and l leave
| you for while. Mu.T