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NEAPOLITAN SCENERY.
fill the air with a delightful fragrance, and are
interspersed among mulberry groves, in which
thousands of silkworms spin their golden webs;
its white cottages scattered among bowers of aro-
matic evergreens; its peasant girls dancing on
the hills, and its children engaged in collecting
fruits or gathering flowers; its sky, rarely other-
wise than blue and unclouded; its climate almost
always delightful—we willingly allow the truth of
the assertion. Various, however, are the emotions
it awakens in the bosom of a stranger, particu-
larly in the vicinity of Naples, a city which has
no less claim to distinction on account of its in-
trinsic beauties, than for the vast and magnificent
scenery by which it is surrounded.
On winding round the promontory of Posilipo
(having embarked from the island of Ischia a few
hours before), we gained a fine view of this an-
cient metropolis, bordering one side of a capacious
bay, upon whose unruffled surface innumerable
boats were gliding in all directions. The immense
line of white edifices extending along the shore,
and covering the hills behind, with their hanging
gardens and regular rows of terraced roofs; the
shelving and verdant coasts on either side, glit-
tering with towns, villages, convents, and villas;
and Vesuvius in the centre, calmly lifting his
NEAPOLITAN SCENERY.
fill the air with a delightful fragrance, and are
interspersed among mulberry groves, in which
thousands of silkworms spin their golden webs;
its white cottages scattered among bowers of aro-
matic evergreens; its peasant girls dancing on
the hills, and its children engaged in collecting
fruits or gathering flowers; its sky, rarely other-
wise than blue and unclouded; its climate almost
always delightful—we willingly allow the truth of
the assertion. Various, however, are the emotions
it awakens in the bosom of a stranger, particu-
larly in the vicinity of Naples, a city which has
no less claim to distinction on account of its in-
trinsic beauties, than for the vast and magnificent
scenery by which it is surrounded.
On winding round the promontory of Posilipo
(having embarked from the island of Ischia a few
hours before), we gained a fine view of this an-
cient metropolis, bordering one side of a capacious
bay, upon whose unruffled surface innumerable
boats were gliding in all directions. The immense
line of white edifices extending along the shore,
and covering the hills behind, with their hanging
gardens and regular rows of terraced roofs; the
shelving and verdant coasts on either side, glit-
tering with towns, villages, convents, and villas;
and Vesuvius in the centre, calmly lifting his