The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-02-04

kOCA, anu ISyptldh hhtSHAa SSAGpIdleu Egyptian rites and festivities in the temple and grove. The representation of Canopus alone was one of the great est wonders of this very wonderful place. It is however, but one of the narvels to be seen at Hadrian's Villa. A short distance away Is the Tower of Tlmon. The Odeum, with its stage and rows of seats, and the Academy, built after the famous grove in Athens, are in this vicinity. Tartarus is also repre- sented here It is ravine 660 feet long and SO feet wide, cut from the rock and connected with other places of interest by an underground passage. A great aqueduct is still to be seen, and some ruins styled the Lyceum engage our attention. Near the above is the Pry- tanaeun. These ruins indicate the fact that the emperor must have been more than charmd with his visit to Greece, for he faithfully reproduced the origi- nal attractions of that classic land.
 I was much struck with the extensive ruins of the baths, where there is a great recess, The opening is still to be seen In the top, through which the pipe pene- trated, bringing the cool water from the mountains. It is believed the emperor took his morning douche in this spot. It must have been a regal apartment, to judge from its proportions and sit- uation. This establishment or Villa of IIadrian must have been one of the wonders of the world, Vast sums of money and years of time were employed to perfect this beautiful place, and it is sad to think that q house of such grandeur and refinement has been so sadly despoiled. Hadrian was a builder on great scale. The tomb which he built in Rome-"Hadrian's Mole," or. as it is called, Castle Angelo, ,"-was a grand affair. The base is $40 feet square. The superstructure Is "A feet in diameter and 165 feet high. This. huge structure was encased in polished marble, with a colossal statue of Had rian on the summit. Here Hadrian and his family were placed at rest, and the ashes of no less than seven Roman emperors were deposited here. Here it was that the ashes of Septimius Severus were preserved in an urn of gold, enclosed in another of alabaster. It is a singular fact that the font in St. Peters church is a lid of a porphory sarcophagus which was rifed from Hadrian's tomb. Long centuries ago the contents of this great tomb by the Tibur were thrown to the winds. Not even this
 Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles" could guard it's treasures safely. In this 1t truly resambled the Egyptian Pyramid, for even there, in a dark silent chamber is seen the empty and lidless sarcophagus which contained a great rulers remains.
 Just as the sun cast its lengthening shadows through the dark expresses, Illuminating the whole place with the light of a glowing torch, we turned our faces toward Rome. we saw passing away written all about us, and feel ing of sadness seemed to finger about this lovely but deserted place. I should hardly care to visit Hadrian's Villa a second time. There is much of interest to see in the lovely place, but the death like stiffness scenes to emanate from the neither world. It is the quiet of past ages reigning supreme where once the gay Roman emperor. surrounded by a brilliant court, enjoyed life as wise ruler, private gentleman of refinement, a philosopher and a sage.
 We entered the railway carriage near the villa, and shortly passed the tomb of the old Plautius family, a great cir cular building like fort, sixty feet high and forty feet in diameter. This was built about five hundred years B. c. It had been built $50 years when Had drian erected his villa. Indeed, the landmarks about Rome certainly carry us far back into ancient history. shall not forget our run across the Campagna to Rome. We sped due west just as the sun was setting, and the appearance of the broad Roman plain was most beautifully illuminated with the dying sun rays, the great dome of St. Peters loomed to an immense size in the twilight, while the hills behind us were wreathed in a perfect halo of glorious light.
 We soon crossed the "Ponte Nam molo,' the old bridge built over the Anio, and named after Mammae, the mother of Alexander Severus. When the sun dropped beneath the horizon we rushed through the Porta St. Lorenzo and soon lost ourselves in the crowded thoroughfares of the Eternal City.