If still to pour the tear, to heave the sigh; With grief, with anger, or with care to pine;

If when afar to burn, to freeze when

If these be causes love-sick that I lie,
Yours, lady, be the fault, the loss

PETRARCH.

As they walked by the side of the wood, the stork cried on her nest, and the hills resounded with the monstrous song of the quail; they soon reached the recess of a little grove, where Petrarch was wont to rove with his beloved Laura; they seated themselves beneath the flowery branches of a maple tree, where Petrarch is supposed to have written the follow ing lines:

dens,'

Hissing and yelling, guard the hideous gloom.'

Pamfili returned to the spot, and found the beauties of Rivola enveloped in the veil of eternity. He seated himself by her side, and wept, while the moon lent her pale flambeau to the direful scene -the orb soon shed over the woods that mysterious melancholy which it partially displays to the venerable oaks and ancient spires of the mountains-the fall of the torrent at a distance was heard the nightbird chirped on the rock, and a golden streak appeared in the east. As he bent o'er the lovely corse, he wrung his hands in despair he raised her from the ground,

and took her in his arms to a little distance: he laid her on a rising turf of wild sensitives-a withered flower rose in her hair-her lips were like a rose-bud gathered two mornings past, which appeared to smile and languish-through her white, transparent skin the blue veins appeared on her cheeks-her beauteous eye was closed, while her alabaster hands pressed against the ebon crucifix.

The moony light fell clear upon her

vest,

For whiteness rivalling the stately

syan,

And yet less snowy than her silent breast, Tho' her cold cheek and lip were deathly wan.'

As Painfili sat by the corse, the moon began to hide herself behind the distant mountain, and he wept as he saw gradually disappear the features of his love. Soon the

black gathering clouds darkened the scene, and the thunder roared; a violent storm came on, and the forked lightnings glared through the trees--the winds howled-the sea-gulls screamed,

And dark Despair a gloomy picture drew.'

The awful roar rolled through the mountains, as ancient as the world; the gloomy scene was universal; the hideous yells of the troubled birds of prey added terror to the spot; the surcharged clouds lowered beneath the forest topssuddenly they burst, and displayed their vivid lightning-the heavens rent-and through their crevices displayed new realms and numerous spaces of liquid fire ;— the woods were fired in various how terrible was parts; spectacle!-the flames united and raged impetuous:

-

the

In an instant
The fiery darts shoot thwart the south-
ern sky,
Flash upon flash, with repetition quick."

Pamfili bent upon his knees, and lifting up his streaming eyes. to heaven, raised a prayer to Him

Who grasps the fiery lightning in his

hand.'

With swift motion the fullstreamed lightnings flew, and pervaded each recess;a flash, with impetuous speed, smote him, and in an instant consigned him to

the dust. As soon as twilight peeped between the mountains, the careful shepherds hied forth in search of their ficecy charge, and wandering found the hapless Pamfili and Rivola both lifeless corses. The report soon spread around the plain, but no account for a long period could be given as to the cause of their unhappy end. The neighbouring shepherds dug a sepulchre in the rock, and carefully deposited their remains; they placed a cross upon its verge, and dropt the silent tear!

What tho' no weeping loves their

adust grace,

Nor polish'd marble emulate each face;
What tho' no sacred earth allow them

Whether you use your own carriage, or the coachman's, the expense is the same, although the convenience is materially different.

The public library, though the foundation is of modern date, con◄ tains a number of volumes, and some manuscripts. some manuscripts. It is open every day to the public, but as there are not many scientific men at the present day in Nice, the arts and sciences are not so much advanced by them as they might be. Fortunately for the Nissards, the library has escaped the pillaging hands of the revolutionists in the last war, an omission they could not justly be taxed with throughout the republics of Italy and other countries which they subdued. The librarian is a man of considerable information, and takes much pleasure in showing attention to strangers.

The port is situated where there were very fine gardens formerly, It was left unfinished at the time the country of Nice passed under the dominion of France, and was to have extended as far as the defended at its entrance by a Place de la Republique. It is mole, which is by no means handsome, and often requiring repair on account of the violence of the surf, and the consequent yielding of the stone-work. The govern ment has it in contemplation to repair it, and to prosecute the other works. A greater service cannot be rendered to the department, and to Nice in particular, to which a good port would be a source of riches. Besides it is of much consequence to Piedmont, being the only place where the produce of that part of Italy can be exchanged for what is imported: by sea. The entrance to the port is so small, that vessels of great

burthen cannot enter; but small coasting vessels, feluccas, and open boats, are commonly to be met with in it. On the side of the harbour are several good warehouses, which, since the peace, are again open to merchandise.

are very few parts either of the town or suburbs where they could be more comfortably situated.

On leaving the Place de la Republique to go to the ramparts you see the Paglion, the suburbs, and the chain of hills which stretches from North to South, forming a semicircle. Advancing onwards you have a delightful perspective of the sea and coast as far as Antibes, which is peculiarly beautiful by the light of the moon, when her pale and sombre beams, streaming through the dusky waste, quiver on the wave, and tint the adjacent hills with a soothing association of light and shade. I visited Nice at a very unfavourable moment, and write rather to describe the marks of barbarian fury than the ingenuity of the architect. The rage of the revolution, carried to an almost incon

The port is very commodious to those who are fond of swimming; but the entrance into it I think more so. The months of December and January are not too cold for, bathing: on the contrary, I never omitted the opportunity when it was in my power. There are boats and men at the port, whom you engage, at a louis per month, for this purpose; but as the shore is rather dangerous, it is difficult to embark, either behind the Croix de Marbre, or elsewhere. You must therefore put up with inconvenience of riding or walking to the harbour. With respect to mere bathing, ladies should ven-ceivable excess, has scarcely left ture in with great caution, and never stoop without taking hold of a rope when a wave passes them. Here is no convenience for that salutary purpose, those, therefore, who are willing to try, must adopt the plan proposed, or run the risk of receding with a wave, which, on account of the rapid descent of the coast, retires with equal celerity and strength.

A handsome terrace supports and consolidates the banks which oppose the inroads of the sea, and, forming a delightful walk for the inhabitants, may be considered among the principal embellishments of the place. The lodgings situated on the terrace are not very numerous, but command an extensive view of the Mediterranean. The terrace often exhibits a concourse of the beau monde of Nice. The English families seldom reside in this quarter, though there

any hotel or mansion of grandeur without marks of degradation.

The houses in the suburbs of the Croix de Marbre, and on the side of the road leading to the Var, as well as a variety of buildings in the town, have all shared the same fate.

Nice has been continually involved in a succession of misfortunes. In the years 1218, 1618, and 1644, but principally in July and August 1564, the villages of St. Martin, Bolena, Belvidere, Venanson, &c. were early destroyed by an earthquake. It is said that the shock was so great that it stopped the course of the Vesubia for some hours; that chasms opened large enough to receive entire mountains, and that others fell in with a frightful crash. Since then the bottom of the port of Villefranche is observed to be lowered.

The misfortunes of the tow

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