¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 scattered through the groves, high shade trees neatly trimmed, Swans in the lake- pretty wild flowers in great abundance, ladies and gentlemen on horseback, elegant carriages moving slowly whilst the fair ladies and children filled their flower baskets over the rolling meadows, as far as the eye could reach, all united to form a scene that was enchanting and our susceptible children and ladies at once thrilled with anticipations of possible pic-nics, rambles, and “lunch” here on other occasions.
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On our return we pass the fountain of St Paul on the summit of the hill, where a part of the aqueduct is allowed to pour through the side of a building into a basin and disappear again, somewhat like a cataract.
A little farther down the hill, on our way to the River we reach the church of “San Pietro in Montorio” erected in 1500 by Ferdinand and Isabelle of Spain, containing some passably good old paintings, the tomb of St Julien, +c and doubtless has been a hansome church, but is dark and rusty now
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From a side door we emerge into a little yard in which stands a “tempietto” or small temple surrounded by colonade [sic] of sixteen columns like the temple of Vesta but not more than twenty feet in diameter, rather modern in appearance, (1502) erected over the spot where St Peter is said to have been crucified, containing a chapel, statue +c- Outside, a narrow fight of stone steps leads to the cellar, a little paved chapel with a hole in the floor about two feet in diameter in which hangs a burning lamp. The smiling young monk reaches for the light pole conveniently by, rigged with a little tin scoop on the end, which he drops into the hole and dextrously [sic] brings up a hand full of yellow sand from