¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 Naples it becomes dark, and with my children, grouped in a “little huddle” at the end of the cabin, on deck, we enjoy the glistening lights of the semi-circular bay, of firy [sic] Vesuvius, and the starry firmament, while I amuse them with stories of, distances, orbits, motions, and probabilities among the worlds above us.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Every day from our windows we see troops of Soldiers marching through the Chiaja. Sometimes a regiment of infantry, sometimes a squadron of Cavalry walking, sometimes artillerymen on foot. They must have exercise, and this daily street marching keeps up a proper respect for the “claws” of government-
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 The custodian across the street, opens the door and we immediately find ourselves in a dark room, a good sized chapel as compared with other private chapels, but so gloomy, and such a filth upon the hansome mosaic floor.
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Zounds! what lavish expenditure. Walls all in polished marble, Florentine mosaics in pilasters, pannels, and all around. Overhead, arched ceilings -Interior, Chapel of St. Savero- heavily frescoed in the brightest colors