in the face of the cliff； and caves and caverns； natural and artificial： for one can cut this tufa with a knife； and it would hardly seem preposterous to attempt to dig out a cool； roomy mansion in this rocky front with a spade。
As we pull away； I begin to see the depth of the plain of Sorrento； with its villages； walled roads； its groves of oranges； olives； lemons； its figs； pomegranates； almonds； mulberries； and acacias； and soon the terraces above； where the vineyards are planted； and the olives also。 These terraces must be a brave sight in the spring； when the masses of olives are white as snow with blossoms； which fill all the plain with their sweet perfume。 Above the terraces； the eye reaches the fine outline of the hill； and； to the east； the bare precipice of rock； softened by the purple light； and turning still to the left； as the boat lazily swings； I have Vesuvius； the graceful dip into the plain； and the rise to the heights of Naples； Nisida； the shining houses of Pozzuoli； Cape Misenum； Procida； and rough Ischia。 Rounding the headland； Capri is before us； so sharp and clear that we seem close to it； but it is a weary pull before we get under its rocky side。
Returning from Capri late in the afternoon； we had one of those effects which are the despair of artists。 I had been told that twilights are short here； and that； when the sun disappeared； color vanished from the sky。 There was a wonderful light on all the inner bay； as we put off from shore。 Ischia was one mass of violet color； As we got from under the island； there was the sun； a red ball of fire； just dipping into the sea。 At once the whole horizon line of water became a bright crimson； which deepened as evening advanced； glowing with more intense fire； and holding a broad band of what seemed solid color for more than three quarters of an hour。 The colors； meantime； on the level water； never were on painter's palette； and never were counterfeited by the changeable silks of eastern looms； and this gorgeous spectacle continued till the stars came out； crowding the sky with silver points。
Our boatmen； who had been reinforced at Capri； and were inspired either by the wine of the island or the beauty of the night； pulled with new vigor； and broke out again and again into the wild songs of this coast。 A favorite was the Garibaldi song； which invariably ended in a cheer and a tiger； and threw the singers into such a spurt of excitement that the oars forgot to keep time； and there was more splash than speed。 The singers all sang one part in minor： there was no harmony； the voices were not rich； and the melody was not remarkable； but there was； after all； a wild pathos in it。 Music is very much here what it is in Naples。 I have to keep saying to myself that Italy is a land of song； else I should think that people mistake noise for music。
The boatmen are an honest set of fellows； as Italians go； and； let us hope； not unworthy followers of their patron； St。 Antonino； whose chapel is on the edge of the gorge near the Villa Nardi。 A silver image of the saint； half life…size； stands upon the rich marble altar。 This valuable statue has been；； if tradition is correct； five times captured and carried away by marauders； who have at different times sacked Sorrento of its marbles； bronzes； and precious things； and each time； by some mysterious providence； has found its way back again；an instance of constancy in a solid silver image which is worthy of commendation。 The little chapel is hung all about with votive offerings in wax of arms； legs； heads； hands； effigies； and with coarse lithographs； in frames； of storms at sea and perils of ships； hung up by sailors who； having escaped the dangers of the deep； offer these tributes to their dear saint。 The skirts of the image are worn quite smooth with kissing。 Underneath it； at the back of the altar； an oil light is always burning； and below repose the bones of the holy man。
The whole shore is fascinating to one in an idle mood； and is good mousing…ground for the antiquarian。 For myself； I am content with one generalization； which I find saves a world of bother and perplexity： it is quite safe to style every excavation； cavern； circular wall； or arch by the sea； a Roman bath。 It is the final resort of the antiquarians。 This theory has kept me from entering the discussion； whether the substructions in the cliff under the Poggio Syracuse； a royal villa； are temples of the Sirens； or caves of Ulysses。 I only know that I descend to the sea there by broad interior flights of steps； which lead through galleries and corridors； and high； vaulted passages； whence extend apartments and caves far reaching into the solid rock。 At intervals are landings； where arched windows are cut out to the sea； with stone seats and protecting walls。 At the base of the cliff I find a hewn passage； as if there had once been here a way of embarkation； and enormous fragments of rocks； with steps cut in them； which have fallen from above。
Were these anything more than royal pleasure galleries； where one could sit in coolness in the heat of summer and look on the bay and its shipping； in the days when the great Roman fleet used to lie opposite； above the point of Misenum？ How many brave and gay retinues have swept down these broad interior stairways； let us say in the picturesque Middle Ages； to embark on voyages of pleasure or warlike forays！ The steps are well worn； and must have been trodden for ages； by nobles and robbers； peasants and sailors； priests of more than one religion； and traders of many seas； who have gone； and left no record。 The sun was slanting his last rays into the corridors as I musingly looked down from one of the arched openings； quite spellbound by the strangeness and dead silence of the place； broken only by the plash of waves on the sandy beach below。 I had found my way down through a wooden door half ajar； and I thought of the possibility of some one's shutting it for the night； and leaving me a prisoner to await the spectres which I have no doubt throng here when it grows dark。 Hastening up out of these chambers of the past； I escaped into the upper air； and walked rapidly home through the narrow orange lanes。
ON TOP OF THE HOUSE
The tiptop of the Villa Nardi is a flat roof； with a wall about it three feet high； and some little turreted affairs； that look very much like chimneys。 Joseph； the gray…haired servitor； has brought my chair and table up here to…day； and here I am； established to write。
I am here above most earthly annoyances； and on a level with the heavenly influences。 It has always seemed to me that the higher one gets； the easier it must be to write； and that； especially at a great elevation； one could strike into lofty themes； and launch out； without fear of shipwreck on any of the earthly headlands； in his aerial voyages。 Yet； after all； he would be likely to arrive nowhere； I suspect； or； to change the figure； to find that； in parting with the taste of the earth； he had produced a flavorless composition。 If it were not for the haze in the horizon to…day； I could distinguish the very house in Naplesthat of Manso； Marquis of Villa；where Tasso found a home； and where John Milton was entertained at a later day by that hospitable nobleman。 I wonder； if he had come to the Villa Nardi and written on the roof； if the theological features of his epic would have been softened； and if he would not have received new suggestions for the adornment of the garden。 Of course； it is well that his immortal production was not composed on this roof； and in sight of these seductive shores； or it would have been more strongly flavored with classic mythology than it is。 But； letting Milton go； it may be necessary to say that my writing to…day has nothing to do with my theory of composition in an elevated position； for this is the laziest place that I have yet found。
I am above the highest olive…trees； and； if I turned that way； should look over the tops of what seems a vast grove of them； out of which a white roof； and an old time…eaten tower here and there； appears； and the sun is flooding them with waves of light； which I think a person delicately enough organized could hear beat。 Beyond the brown roofs of the town； the terraced hills arise； in semicircular embrace of the plain； and the fine veil over them is partly the natural shimmer of the heat； and partly the silver duskiness of the olive…leaves。 I sit with my back to all this； taking the entire force of this winter sun； which is full of life and genial heat； and does not scorch one； as I remember such a full flood of it would at home。 It is putting sweetness； too； into the oranges； which； I observe； are getting redder and softer day by day。 We have here； by the way； such a habit of taking up an orange； weighing it in the hand； and guessing if it is ripe； that the test is extending to other things。 I saw a gentleman this morning； at breakfast； weighing an egg in the same manner； and some one asked him if it was ripe。
It seems to me that the Mediterranean was never bluer than it is to…day。 It has a shade or two the advantage of the sky： though I like the sky best； after all； for it is less opaque； and offers an illimitable opportunity of exploration。 Perhaps this is because I am nearer to it。 There are some little ruffles of air on the sea； which I do not feel here； making broad spots of shadow； and here and there flecks and sparkles。 But the schooners sail idly； and the fishing…boats that have put out from the marina float in the most dreamy manner。 I fear that the fishermen who have made a show of industry； and got away from their wives； who are busily weaving nets on shore； are yielding to the seductions of the occasion） and making a day of it。 And； as I look at them； I find myself debating which I would rather be； a fisherman there in the boat； rocked by the swell； and warmed by the sun； or a friar； on the terrace of the garden on the summit of Deserto； lying perfectly tranquil； and also soaked in the sun。 There is one other person； now that I think of it； who may be having a good time to…day； though I do not know that I envy him。 His business is a new one to me； and is an occupation that one would not care to reco