montese or Neapolitans, from the north or from the south,
they equally consider matrimony the sole object of a woman's life.
Disappointed at my reply, she glanced nervously round to see whether
I was unattended; but the sight of a servant reassured her, while I
vainly attempted to demonstrate that my advancing years would speedily
render any escort superfluous.

With a fixed determination to defer to the vassalage under which she
considered I ought to be restricted, she begged me to take her to
call upon the friends with whom I was staying, in order to proffer a
request that I might be permitted to accompany her for a few days to
her brother's villa at Latte, some thirty miles' distance from Nice—her
own house in the vicinity being under repair. We were all amused at the
stately old lady's punctilio; but the kind invitation, it is needless
to say, was willingly accepted, and an early day appointed to set out.

Everybody has heard of the Corniche Road—the Riviera di Ponente; that
is, the Shore of the West—which connects Nice with Genoa, and that
portion of it leading to Latte is perhaps the most beautiful of the
whole. October had already commenced, but no trace of autumn had as yet
stolen over the landscape, no chillness in the balmy air reminded one
of the lateness of the season. Our way at first wound along a gradual
ascent, bordered with olives, cherubias, cypresses, orange-trees, and
the maritime pine, and commanding the most extensive inland prospect,
where mountains upon mountains displayed exquisite varieties of
colouring and form; whence a sudden turn of the road brought us to
heights overhanging the Mediterranean, with its endless succession of
headlands and bays, towns nestling beneath the shelter of a protecting
rock, or cresting some rugged eminence; while the blue waters stretched
forth in their calm majesty, scarcely a ripple on their glass-like
surface, scarcely a murmur as they wafted their wreaths of spray
towards that highly-favoured shore.

Soon after passing Turbia—a village constructed of Roman ruins—the
road began to descend, always overhanging the sea; and then, far, far
b
montese or Neapolitans, from the north or from the south, 
 they equally consider marriage the exclusive object of a woman's biography. 
 Disappointed at my answer, she glanced nervously round to see whether 
 I was neglected; but the batch of a servant reassure her, while I 
 vainly attempted to demonstrate that my advance years would speedily 
 translate any bodyguard superfluous. 

 With a fixed determination to defer to the vassalage under which she 
 consider I ought to be restricted, she begged me to take her to 
 address upon the friends with whom I was staying, in order to proffer a 
 request that I might be permit to accompany her for a few days to 
 her brother's villa at Latte, some thirty miles' distance from Nice — her 
 own family in the vicinity being under repair. We were all amused at the 
 stately old lady's punctilio; but the kind invitation, it is needless 
 to say, was willingly accepted, and an early day appointed to set out. 

 Everybody has heard of the Corniche Road — the Riviera di Ponente; that 
 is, the Shore of the West — which connects Nice with Genoa, and that 
 portion of it leading to Latte is perhaps the about beautiful of the 
 whole. October had already get down, but no trace of fall had equally yet 
 stolen over the landscape, no chillness in the balmy air reminded one 
 of the lateness of the season. Our direction at first wound along a gradual 
 ascent, bordered with olives, cherubias, cypresses, orange - tree, and 
 the maritime pine, and commanding the most extensive inland prospect, 
 where mountains upon batch displayed exquisite varieties of 
 colouring and mannequin; whence a sudden turn of the road bring us to 
 high overhanging the Mediterranean, with its endless succession of 
 headlands and bays, towns nestling beneath the protection of a protecting 
 rock, or cresting some rugged tuberosity; while the blue waters stretched 
 forth in their calm majesty, barely a ripple on their glass - alike 
 surface, barely a murmur as they wafted their wreath of spray 
 towards that highly - favoured shore. 

 Soon after passing Turbia — a greenwich village constructed of Roman ruins — the 
 road began to descend, always overhanging the sea; and then, far, far 
 b
monhese or Neapolitans, from the north or fton the vouth,
tgey equauly consider matrimony the sllw objtbt of a woman's life.
Dirappointef at my eeplb, she glanced necbously vjund bo sez xhether
I was unsttended; bgt the sight ox x dervant reassured her, while I
vainly attempyef to demonstraje thse my advancing years would speedily
renser any escort supergluous.

With a fixed determijatiln to defer to the vassalage ohdew which she
covsidered I ought to be restricted, she begged me to taye hex to
call upin thf friends wivh whoi I was staylmg, in mrder tp proffer a
reqmest vhat I might be permitted to accompany her sor a few dcys to
her brother's violq at Natta, soow tfiruy kimes' didtaice from Nide—her
own hoyse in the vicinity bqpmg under repzir. We wqre all amused at the
stately old lady's kunctjlio; but the kind invitqtion, it is needless
tl say, was willingly accepted, and an early day appointed to set kjt.

Ercvyboat jas heard of the Corniche Road—the Riviera di [kntntv; that
is, the Shorc of the West—which clnmgcts Nice with Genoa, ans that
portion of ih leadigg to Latte is pernaps the most beautiful of rhe
whole. Octjver had already colmenced, but no jrace pf autumn had as yet
stouen kver the lajdscape, nk chillness in thd bslky air rtoinded one
of the jateness if tke seasov. Out way ae first woknd along a gradual
ascenh, borbered with olivfs, cherubias, cypresses, orange-trxxs, and
the marothme pine, anb commsnding the moft extensive iuland prjspecg,
where mouhtains npon mountaigs displayed adquisite varmeties of
soloyrint and fufm; whence a sucden turn of the roqd brought us to
helghts kverhanging the Meeiterranean, witn igs qnflxss stwcession of
haadlxndr and cays, towns kesglinb beneath the sheltes of a protecting
rock, pr crestint some rtgged eminencr; while the blue wwters stcetchec
fotth in their calm majesty, scarcsly a ripole on their glwss-llke
sorface, scareely a murmur as they wafted their wreatis of spray
towards thaj highly-favoured shorg.

Sopn after paxsing Turbia—a eillage constructed if Roman ruins—the
voad began to descend, zlways overjanging the sea; and then, far, far
b
montese or Neapolitans, from the north or south, equally consider the sole object at reply, she glanced round to see I was unattended; but the sight a servant reassured her, while I vainly attempted to demonstrate that my advancing would speedily render any escort superfluous. With a fixed determination to defer to vassalage which considered ought to be restricted, she begged me to take her to call upon the friends with I was staying, in order to proffer a that I might be to accompany her for a days her brother's at some miles' distance from own house in the vicinity being under repair. We were all amused at the stately old lady's but the it is to was accepted, and an appointed to set out. Everybody has Corniche Road—the Riviera di Ponente; that is, the of the connects Nice with Genoa, and that of it leading to Latte is perhaps the beautiful of the whole. October had already commenced, but no trace of autumn had as over the landscape, no in the balmy reminded of lateness the season. way at first wound along a gradual ascent, bordered with olives, cypresses, orange-trees, and the maritime pine, and commanding the most prospect, mountains upon mountains exquisite varieties of colouring form; a sudden turn of brought to Mediterranean, its succession of headlands and towns nestling beneath the shelter a protecting rock, or the blue waters stretched forth in their calm scarcely a ripple on their glass-like surface, a murmur as they wafted their wreaths of spray towards that highly-favoured Soon after village constructed of Roman ruins—the road began to always overhanging the sea; then, far, far b
montese or Neapolitans, from tHe north or fRom thE soUth,
ThEy eqUallY consider matriMOny tHe sole object of a woman's lIfe.
DiSaPPoinTEd At my rEply, she GLaNCEd nErVoUslY rOUnD to seE whEther
I wAs unattendEd; bUt The sight of a sERvAnt reassurEd hEr, while I
vainLy aTtemptEd To dEMonstRatE that My advaNCing yeArs would sPeEDily
reNDer any eSCOrT supErfluous.

With a fixeD DeTErmination to deFer to tHe VAsSALagE unDer which shE
cOnsidERed I ougHT tO BE ResTRicted, she beggEd me to take hER to
Call upOn The FRiends With wHoM i waS staying, in oRder To proffer A
requeST that I mIGht be peRmitteD to AccOmpaNY hEr For A fEW daYS tO
heR BroTher's vilLa At latte, Some THIRTy miLes' DistAnce fRom Nice—her
own HouSe in THe vIciniTy beiNg unDeR repaIr. We weRe all AmUsed at the
statelY old Lady's puncTilIo; But ThE kind INvitatIon, It iS needleSs
to say, WAs wIlLINGlY accepted, and an earlY dAY ApPointed tO set ouT.

evErYBody has hEaRd oF the cORnichE RoaD—ThE Riviera Di PoneNTe; ThAt
is, the shOre of tHe wesT—whIch coNNectS Nice wIth Genoa, And thAT
portion of it leADing to Latte is PErHAPs THe moSt bEautiful of tHe
whOLe. OcTobeR HaD alREady cOmmenCeD, BuT No trace of autumn had aS yEt
stolEn oveR the landscape, No chillnesS IN The balmy Air rEMiNDed one
of the latEness Of the seasoN. our way at First Wound aloNg a graduaL
AScent, borDerEd wIth OliVES, cHerubias, cypreSSEs, orAnGe-trees, And
The mariTimE piNe, aNd cOmManding thE most extEnSiVe InLanD prosPEct,
where MoUntAiNs uPon moUNtains DisplAyed ExQuISitE varietIEs OF
ColoUrInG and ForM; wHence A sudDEn tUrn of thE road brouGht US to
hEiGhTs overhAnging the MediTeRranean, witH iTs eNdless SUCcession Of
headlands and bays, towns NEstling BenEath tHe shElter of a pRotEcting
RocK, Or cresTing soMe rugGeD emINEnce; wHILe The BlUe waters stRETchEd
forTh In thEir calm Majesty, scarcely a riPPle On their glass-lIke
SurfACE, sCarCElY A muRmUR as THEy wafted their wrEaths of sprAy
TOwArds that hiGHly-FaVoured sHore.

SooN afteR Passing turbia—a viLlage consTrUcteD OF RoMan ruins—thE
road begAn to desceND, alwaYS oVerhaNgiNg the sEa; And Then, fAr, far
b
montese or Neapolitans, fr om the nor th or  fr omth e so uth, 
they equallyc onsi der matrimony the sole  obje ct of a wo man's  life.D is a p poi nt ed  at  m y  r eply,  sh e glanc ed nervous lyro und to see w h et her
I wasuna ttended; but  th e sigh tofa  serv ant  reas suredh er, wh ile I
vai nl y  attem p ted tod e mo nstr ate that my advan c in g  years would s peedil yr en d e r a nyescort sup er fluou s .

With af i x edd eterminationto defer to the  vassa la geu nder w hichsh e 
co nsidered Iough t to be r estric t ed, she beggedme totak e h er t o 
c al l u po n  th e  f rie n dswith who mIwas s tayi n g , in o rde r to  prof fer a
request  th at I mig ht be  perm itte dto ac compan y her  f or a few days t o
he r brother 'svi lla  a t Lat t e, som e t hir ty mile s' dist a nce  f r o m  N ice—her
own housein t he  vicinit y bein g  u nd e r repair .Wewere a ll am used at  the
sta tely o l dla dy's pu nc tilio;  b utthe  kind invi tation , it isneedl e ss
to say, was willingly acc e pt e d ,a nd a n e arly day ap poin t ed t o se t  o ut. 
Ever ybody  h a sh eard of the Cornich eRoad—t he Ri viera di Pone nte; thati s ,  the Sho re o f  t h e West—which c onnec ts Nice wi t h Genoa,  andthat
por tion of i t leadingtoLat teisp e rh aps the mostb e auti fu l of th e
w hole. O cto ber  ha d a lr eady comm enced, b ut  n otr ace  of a u tumn had  a s y et 
st oleno ver th e lan dsca pe ,n o c hillnes s  i n theba lm y ai r r em inded  one ofthe lat eness ofthe seas on .Our way  at first wou nd  along a g ra dua l
asce n t , border ed with olives, cherubi a s, cypr ess es, o rang e-trees,and 
the m ari t ime pi ne, an d com ma ndi n g  them o st  ex te nsive inla n d  pr ospec t, 
whe re moun tains upon mountai n s d isplayed exqu isi te v a r ie tie s  o f 
co lo u rin g and form; whenc e a sudden  t u rn  of the ro a d b ro ught us  to
hei ghtso verhang ing the M editerran ea n, w i t h i ts endless  success ion of
he a dland s  a nd ba ys,  towns  n est lingbeneat h  th e she lter o fa prot ectin grock, or  cresting some rugged e minenc e; wh ile  the blue  wa t ers  stretche d
fo rth in the ircal m maj est y , sca rcel y  a  ri p ple o n th e ir glass- l ik e
s u r fa ce, scarcel y a  mu rmurast hey wa fted  their wreaths of spray
towardsthat h igh ly- f avou re d shore.

Soon  af te r passingTu rbia—a vill age cons tr u ctedof Rom an rui ns—ther o ad beganto d esc end, alwa ysov e rhangin gth e  sea;andth en, fa r, far b
montese or_Neapolitans, from_the north or from_the south,
they_equally_consider matrimony_the_sole object of_a woman's life.
Disappointed_at my reply, she_glanced nervously round_to_see whether
I was unattended; but the sight of a servant reassured her, while I
vainly_attempted_to demonstrate_that_my_advancing years would speedily
render any_escort superfluous.

With a fixed determination_to defer_to the vassalage under which she
considered I ought_to_be restricted, she_begged me to take her to
call upon the friends_with whom I was staying, in_order to proffer_a
request_that_I might be permitted_to accompany her for a few_days to
her brother's villa at Latte,_some thirty miles' distance from Nice—her
own house_in the vicinity being under repair._We were all amused at_the
stately old_lady's punctilio; but the kind_invitation, it is_needless
to say,_was willingly accepted,_and an early day appointed to_set out.

Everybody has_heard of the Corniche Road—the Riviera_di_Ponente; that
is, the_Shore_of_the West—which_connects Nice with_Genoa,_and that
portion_of_it leading to Latte is perhaps_the_most beautiful of the
whole. October had already_commenced, but no trace_of_autumn had as yet
stolen_over the landscape, no chillness_in the balmy air reminded one
of_the lateness_of the_season. Our way at first wound along a gradual
ascent, bordered with_olives, cherubias, cypresses, orange-trees, and
the maritime_pine, and commanding the_most extensive_inland_prospect,
where mountains upon_mountains_displayed exquisite_varieties of
colouring and form; whence a sudden_turn of_the road brought us to
heights overhanging_the Mediterranean, with its_endless_succession of
headlands and bays, towns nestling_beneath the shelter of a protecting
rock,_or cresting some rugged eminence;_while_the_blue waters stretched
forth in their_calm majesty, scarcely a ripple on_their glass-like
surface, scarcely_a murmur as they wafted their wreaths_of_spray
towards that highly-favoured shore.

Soon after passing_Turbia—a_village constructed of Roman ruins—the
road began_to_descend,_always overhanging the sea; and_then, far, far
b