The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1895-06-03

| mere, ana a gentle quiet rests upon tint
scene, broken only by the pipe of the
vine-dresser or the bleating Of a los
lamb. Is 1t possible that the dust OF
| thousands lie beneath the greensWard
nay rather at the roots of the very
green vines which flourish above Ro-
man and African graves? It was Car
| lyle who cried, "How dost thou Ooh
war; from the very carcass of the killed
bring life for the livingr AS we
leave the historic lake behind us the
suns rays as reflected from the mirror
like surface fairly dazzle our eyes with
their brightness; just so this bright
lake appeared on the morn of that
dreadful battle, and we almost seem to
live in that remote period, over twenty
one centuries ago. We continue south
ward, passing through tunnel after tun-
mel, and rush past many historical
places. We pass by Castiglione di La
go, Pamicale and Chiusi. The latter is
the ancient "Clusium" of the Etruscans,
formerly most powerful city, in league
with those famous twelve cities of the
Etruscans. 1t is an historic city and
frequently mentioned in the wars
against the Romans. Twenty-Five
miles south Of Chiusi we reach Orvieto,
very ancient town, where many tour
lists spend fortnight or more to study
the wonderful relics to be seen there.
In the early centuries of the Christian
era this place was called "Urbs Vetus,' -
Changed to Orvieto) and its history is
almost prehistoric. A fumicular rail-
way, and a very steep one too, runs up
through a tunnel to the city, and the
appearance of the city as viewed from
the railroad station is of great antiqui-
ty.
The city is situated on a hill, and at
it's base are many caves which were eX-
cavated by a prehistoric race of men;
the houses and churches present a
much battered appearance, and yet the
bright blue italian skies appear brill
liantly above, while the glow of the
sunlight, with the aid of many green
and towering vines throws a mantle of
coloring about the whole place which
produces a most charming effect; the
Views out upon the extensive plains
where the sites of many historic cities
call up grandly historic events, are
most delightful, and in these old cities
like Orvieto and many others, one
seems to be living in the remote past
Not far from Orvieto is the little town
of Bosena, the birthplace of Sejanus,
the favorite of Tiberius. That pretty
youth Sejauns, as he played with his
fellows upon the shores of the beautiful
lake Bolsena, never realized whittier
memorable Fate would lead him; little
knew he that he must meet grim death
face to face in the silent darkness of
NTo, ~
Rome, guilty of the murder of Drusus,
the noble son of Tiberius, and stepped
in sin and crime at which he once
would have actually shuddered. OH!
but those We're the days of murder and
fearful crimes, and Romans faced
death itself with smiling eountenances.
This town of Bolsena was destroyed by
the Romans, and among the spoil for
one item alone there We're no less than
two thousand statues. The Lake of
BoIsena is a great crater of an extinct
and is fully thirty miles in cir
the cells of this lake are
mentioned by Dante, and it abounds in
fish.
The great Theodoric's only daughter
was cast into prison here in 534, and
while bathing in the lake she was
On, our Journey towards
Rome we pass through extensive woods,
and cross many streams and view the
sites of cities hoary with centuries OF
history. We pass by the small Lake of
Bassano. famous in the olden days as
being the scene of the victories of the
Romans over Etrurians in the third
and fourth centuries before the Chris
tan era. Pliny describes this lake and
its peculiar islets, which he mentioned
as floating islands. After threading
of tunnels and passing along
the bank of the historic yellow Tiber,
we reach the city of Orto, the ancient
Horta of the Romans Here we catch
a fine view Of that historic mountain
which looms so grandly and is seen
from all points near Rome--Mount Sor-
acte. This grand mountain ridge
stands nearly three thousand feet high, |
Ind desoends with steep precipices upon
Ill sides to the plain below. 1t has
outline something like the |
great mountain ridge in the island of |
Saint Lucia in the West Indies. 1t |
stands out boldly against the sky and |
appears precisely as when |
Horace Sang of it in his odes Over |
,ome with the summer heat he looked |
owards this delightful mountain and |
ang "Vides ut alta stet nive candidum |
;oracte." This splendid Soracte is |
mentioned by Virgil and other Latin
writer's of prose and poetry On the
ide of Soracte at am elevation a little
yer two thousand feet stands the mon
.stery of st. Silvestro, founded in 746 |
" Carloman, son of Charles Martel
n ancient days the summit was
rowned by a famous Temple Of Apol-
D. which was well known throughout
he Roman world. Borghetto, with a
castle in ruins, stands on
eight near us, and close by we see the
'onte Felice, which was built by Au-
ustus; we shortly come to the old Ro-
IAN town of Falerii, which was cap
ured by CamiIlus in 1886 3, G. There
re many historic places near by, and
rominent among these is Correse, an
ncient town of the Saibines-the old
ures-where Numa Pompilius was
orn. We shortly pass the old castle of
rsini, which was stormed by Garibal-
in 1867, and quite near is the village
{ Montana belonging to the Borghese
lmily, the ancient Momentum, four
zen miles from Rome, as the crow flies
was defeated here by the Pa
al troops. We are now nearing the |
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