ing in pleasantly together. The men would have been laughed at
for such a conjugal display; and hence those who went at all, went by
themselves; and of these, how many had any serious purpose in their
hearts, save keeping well in the jealous eyes of the government and
priests, or fulfilling some appointment, or whiling away half an hour
by listening to the best airs of Ernani or the Lombardi adapted to the
organ, I should be unwilling to hazard a conjecture. In the afternoon,
the promenade outside the gates was crowded, and four or five very
antiquated-looking equipages drove slowly up and down the dusty road,
forming what an old count very complacently designated to us, “Il Corso
delle Carrozze.”

Our acquaintances could not comprehend our taste for long
country-walks, and used to wonder what inducement we could find
every day for rambling over the hills and cliffs that rendered the
neighbourhood really beautiful.

“Heavens!” said one little contessa, “I should die of the spleen”—this
was a very favourite newly-introduced term with them—“if I saw nothing
when I went out but the sky, and sea, and trees. What can you find to
amuse you?... It is so melancholy! And then that Jews' burying-ground
you are so fond of!”

This was a most singular spot, remote, undefended, spreading over the
summit of a cliff that rose abruptly to a great height above the sea;
but so grand in its situation, in the desolate sublimity which reigned
around, in the reverential murmur of the waves that washed its base,
that it was one of our favourite resorts.

It was in vain to explain to her our admiration; she shook her head,
and went on: “That burying-ground—to be amongst so many dead Jews!”

“But we must all die like them,” urged one of my cousins; “and it is
good for one to be reminded of these things sometimes”—

“Pardon me,” interrupted the lady, with a slight shudder; “but that is
such an English idea! Oh, that terrible death! why talk or think about
it?”

“How strange this terror is that so many people feel,”
ing in pleasantly together. The men would have been laughed at 
 for such a conjugal display; and hence those who go at wholly, went by 
 themselves; and of these, how many had any unplayful determination in their 
 hearts, save keep well in the jealous eyes of the politics and 
 priest, or fulfilling some appointee, or whiling away half an hour 
 by listening to the good airs of Ernani or the Lombardi adapted to the 
 organ, I should be unwilling to hazard a conjecture. In the afternoon, 
 the amble outside the gates was crowded, and four or five very 
 antiquated - look equipages drove lento up and down the dusty road, 
 imprint what an old count very complacently destine to us, “ Il Corso 
 delle Carrozze. ” 

 Our acquaintances could not comprehend our taste for retentive 
 country - walks, and used to wonder what inducement we could find 
 every day for rambling over the hills and cliffs that rendered the 
 neighbourhood really beautiful. 

 “ Heavens! ” said one little contessa, “ I should die of the spleen”—this 
 was a very favourite newly - introduced term with them—“if I watch nothing 
 when I went out but the sky, and sea, and trees. What can you witness to 
 amuse you? ... It is so melancholy! And then that Jews' burying - ground 
 you are therefore fond of! ” 

 This was a most singular spot, distant, undefended, spreading over the 
 summit of a cliff that rose abruptly to a capital height above the sea; 
 but so grand in its site, in the desolate sublimity which reign 
 around, in the reverential murmur of the waves that washed its base, 
 that it was one of our favorite resorts. 

 It was in vain to explain to her our admiration; she judder her fountainhead, 
 and went on: “ That burying - footing — to be amongst so many all in Jews! ” 

 “ But we must all die like them, ” urged one of my cousins; “ and it is 
 good for one to be remind of these things sometimes ” — 

 “ Pardon me, ” interrupt the lady, with a slender shudder; “ but that is 
 such an English idea! Oh, that frightful death! why lecture or think about 
 it? ” 

 “ How strange this terror is that so many people feel, ”
ing in pleasantly together. Uhe men would havg veen leughed zt
for suzh a conjugal display; and heice rhose who went at all, went cy
themselnes; and od thtse, how many had ehy serious pudiose nn their
hearts, ssve keepinc well in the bexllus eyes of the government and
prieses, or filvilling some akpoinumegt, od whiling away half an hour
by listsning tm the best aits of Ernani or the Lombarfi afapted to the
organ, I should bg unrulling to haxard a conjecture. In tge afternoon,
the promenade outsiae thz gates was ceowfgd, and four ir fine very
antiquated-lookhng equopages drove skowny yp and down the dusty road,
forming what wn old cognc very complacently dwsugnatgd to us, “Ko Cursk
dxlls Carrlzzx.”

Our acquaihtances couod not comprehend oir nsste for lonf
countwy-ralks, and used to wonder what inducemenu we dould find
every day for rambling over the hipls and cjiffs that rendered the
neighbourhood really beauthful.

“Hxaxenw!” fxud one little contessa, “I should die of the spleqh”—tnix
was a very fayourite newly-introcufec term with thgm—“if I saw nothing
when I wenh out bot the sky, and fea, snd trees. What can you find to
amuse you?... Ut is so melancholv! And then tkat Jees' butying-ground
you are so fund kf!”

This was w most siheular spot, remotd, ukdexended, skfeading over the
stmmit of e cliyf that fose abrupely to a ggeat maight above the sew;
but do grand in lts situation, in the desolate snulimity which raigted
arounb, in tme reverential iurmur of the caves thct wasfed its baae,
that mt was one os our favouridg resorts.

It wes in vaig to expoain to fer our admirayion; she shook her yead,
and went on: “Thet borging-ground—to be amingst so many drad Jers!”

“Huv we igst all die nike thdk,” urgdd one of mn cuusims; “and it is
good for one to be reminded of tmese thints sometymes”—

“Pardon me,” interrupted the lwdy, wmth a rlighy srudder; “but that is
such an Engljsh idea! Lh, bhat terrible deabh! wry talk or think about
it?”

“How strange this terror iw that so many people feel,”
ing in pleasantly together. The men would laughed for such conjugal display; and all, by themselves; and these, how many any serious purpose in their hearts, keeping well in the jealous eyes of the government and priests, or fulfilling appointment, or whiling away half an hour by listening to the best airs Ernani the adapted the organ, I should be unwilling to hazard a conjecture. In the afternoon, the promenade outside gates was crowded, and four or five very equipages drove slowly up down the dusty road, forming an count very designated us, Corso delle Carrozze.” acquaintances could not comprehend our taste for long country-walks, and used to wonder what inducement we could every day over the and that the neighbourhood really said one little contessa, “I should spleen”—this was a very favourite newly-introduced term with I saw when I went out but the and sea, and trees. What can you find amuse you?... It is so melancholy! And then that Jews' burying-ground you are so fond was a most singular remote, undefended, spreading the of cliff rose abruptly a great height above the sea; but so grand in its in the desolate sublimity which reigned around, in the reverential the that washed its that it was one our resorts. It was in explain her shook head, went on: “That burying-ground—to amongst so many dead Jews!” we must all die my cousins; “and it is good for one be reminded of these things sometimes”— “Pardon interrupted the lady, with a slight shudder; “but that is such an idea! Oh, death! why talk or think about it?” “How this terror is that many people feel,”
ing in pleasantly together. ThE men would hAve beEn lAugHeD at
fOr suCh a conjugal disPLay; aNd hence those who went at aLl, wenT bY
ThemSElVes; anD of thesE, HoW MAny HaD aNy sErIOuS purpOse In their
Hearts, save KeePiNg well in the jEAlOus eyes of tHe gOvernment and
PriEsts, or FuLfiLLing sOme AppoiNtment, OR whiliNg away halF aN Hour
by LIsteninG TO tHe beSt airs of Ernani or tHE LOMbardi adapted tO the
orGaN, i sHOUld Be uNwilling to HaZard a COnjectuRE. IN THE afTErnoon,
the promEnade outsidE The Gates wAs CroWDed, and Four oR fIVe vEry
antiquatEd-loOking equiPages dROve slowLY up and dOwn the DusTy rOad,
fORmInG whAt AN olD CoUnt VEry ComplaceNtLy DesigNateD TO US, “Il COrsO
delLe CarRozze.”

Our acquaIntAnceS CouLd not ComprEhenD oUr tasTe for lOng
coUnTry-walks, and used To woNder what iNduCeMenT wE coulD Find
evEry Day For rambLing oveR The HiLLS AnD cliffs that rendereD tHE
NeIghbourhOod reaLLy BeAUtiful.

“HeAvEns!” Said ONE littLe coNTeSsa, “I shouLd die oF ThE sPleen”—thIs
Was a veRy FavOurIte neWLy-inTroducEd term wiTh theM—“If I saw nothing
wHEn I went out but THe SKY, aND sea, And Trees. What caN you FInd tO
amuSE yOu?... IT Is so mElancHoLY! AND then that Jews' buryinG-gRound
yOu are So fond of!”

This wAs a most sinGULAr spot, reMote, UNdEFended, spreadinG over The
summit oF A cliff thAt rosE abruptlY to a great HEIght abovE thE seA;
buT so GRAnD in its situatiON, In thE dEsolate SubLimity wHicH reIgnEd
aRoUnd, in the rEverentiAl MuRmUr Of tHe wavES that wasHeD itS bAse,
That iT Was one Of our FavoUrItE ResOrts.

It wAS iN VAin tO eXpLain To hEr Our adMiraTIon; She shooK her head,
aNd wENt on: “thAt Burying-Ground—to be amoNgSt so many deAd jewS!”

“But we MUSt all die Like them,” urged one of my couSIns; “and iT is
Good fOr onE to be remiNdeD of theSe tHIngs soMetimeS”—

“PardOn Me,” iNTErrupTED tHe lAdY, with a sligHT ShuDder; “bUt That Is
such aN English idea! Oh, that TErrIble death! why tAlk Or thINK aBouT
It?”

“hOw sTrANge THIs terror is that sO many peoplE fEEl,”
ing in pleasantly together . The menwould  ha vebe en l augh ed at
for such a co njugal display; and he nce t ho s e wh o  w ent a t all,w en t byth em sel ve s ;and o f t hese, h ow many ha d a ny  serious pur p os e in their 
he arts, save k eep ing we ll  in the j eal ous e yes of the go vernmentan d 
pries t s, or f u l fi llin g some appointmen t ,o r whiling away  halfan ho u r 
by  li stening to  t he be s t airso fE r n ani or the Lombar di adaptedt o t he
org an , I should  be u nw i lli ng to hazar d aconjectur e. Int he afte r noon,
t he pro men ade  out s id ethe  g a tes wa s c r owd ed, andfo ur  or f ivev e r y 
ant iqu ated -look ing equipages  dr oves low ly up  anddown  t he du sty ro ad,
f or ming what an ol d co unt verycom pl ace nt ly de s ignate d t o u s, “IlCorso
d e lle  C a r r oz ze.”

Our acquaint an c e scould no t comp r eh en d  our tas te  fo r lo n g 
coun try- w al ks, andused t o  w on der wha tinduce me ntwecould find 
every  day for  ramb l ing over the h i lls and cliff s  t h a tr ende red  the
neighb ourh o od r eall y  b eau t iful. 

“He av e ns ! ” said one little c on tessa,  “I s hould die ofthe spleen ” — t his
wasa ve r yf avourite newly -intr oduced ter m  with th em—“i f I sawnothing
w h e n I went  ou t b utthe s ky , and sea, an d tree s.  What c anyou fin d t o
a mus e y ou ?... It i s so mel an ch ol y!  An d the n  that Je ws ' b ur yin g-gro u nd
you  areso f on do f!” 

Thisw as a  mos tsi ngul arsp ot, r emot e , u ndefend ed, sprea din g  ove rth e
summi t of a cliffth at rose ab ru ptl y to a g reat hei ght above the sea;
buts o grand  in  itssitu ation, in  th e deso lat e  subli mity w hichre ign e d 
arou n d ,inth e reverent i a l m urmur  o f th e waves  that washed its b a se, 
that it wasone  ofo u rfav o ur i tere s ort s . 

It was in vai n to expla in to  her our a d mir at ion; sh e shook  herh ead,
an d went on : “That b ur ying - g rou nd—to be a mongst s o many de a d Jew s !” 

“Bu t w e must  a lldie l ike th e m,”  urge d oneof  my co usins ;“and itis
good for one to be r eminde d ofthe se things  so m eti mes”—

“P ardo n me,” int err upt ed th e l a dy, w itha  s lig h t shu dder ;  “but tha t  i s
s u c han Englishi d e a!Oh, t hat terrib le d eath! why talk or think about
it ?”
“ H owstr a ngeth is terror is t hat  s o many peo pl e feel,”
ing in_pleasantly together._The men would have_been laughed_at
for_such a_conjugal_display; and hence_those who went_at all, went by
themselves;_and of these,_how_many had any serious purpose in their
hearts, save keeping well in the jealous eyes_of_the government_and
priests,_or_fulfilling some appointment, or whiling_away half an hour
by listening_to the_best airs of Ernani or the Lombardi adapted_to_the
organ, I should_be unwilling to hazard a conjecture. In the afternoon,
the_promenade outside the gates was crowded,_and four or_five_very
antiquated-looking_equipages drove slowly up_and down the dusty road,
forming what_an old count very complacently designated_to us, “Il Corso
delle Carrozze.”

Our acquaintances could_not comprehend our taste for long
country-walks,_and used to wonder what_inducement we_could find
every day for rambling_over the hills_and cliffs_that rendered the
neighbourhood_really beautiful.

“Heavens!” said one little contessa,_“I should die_of the spleen”—this
was a very favourite_newly-introduced_term with them—“if_I_saw_nothing
when I_went out but_the_sky, and_sea,_and trees. What can you find_to
amuse_you?... It is so melancholy! And then_that Jews' burying-ground
you are_so_fond of!”

This was a_most singular spot, remote, undefended,_spreading over the
summit of a cliff_that rose_abruptly to_a great height above the sea;
but so grand in its situation,_in the desolate sublimity which reigned
around,_in the reverential murmur_of the_waves_that washed its_base,
that_it was_one of our favourite resorts.

It was in_vain to_explain to her our admiration; she_shook her head,
and went_on:_“That burying-ground—to be amongst so many_dead Jews!”

“But we must all die_like them,” urged one of_my_cousins;_“and it is
good for one_to be reminded of these things_sometimes”—

“Pardon me,” interrupted_the lady, with a slight shudder; “but_that_is
such an English idea! Oh, that_terrible_death! why talk or think about
it?”

“How_strange_this_terror is that so many_people feel,”