hoping to make some impression, said, “Do not hurt my servant,” to which the principal brigand replied, “If he dares to resist, shoot him.”  The man who stood over Mr. Hunt unfortunately took the captain at the word, and his shot mortally wounded the unfortunate gentleman and his wife, who both died next day at our landlady’s, Miss Whyte, who had the charity to receive them that they might hear their own language on their deathbed.  The Neapolitan Government made the most uncommon exertions.  The whole of the assassins were taken within a fortnight, and executed within a week afterwards.  In this wild spot, rendered unpleasing by the sad remembrance of so inhuman an accident, and the cottages which served for refuge for so wretched and wild a people, exist the celebrated ruins of Paestum.  Being without arms of any kind, the situation was a dreary one, and though I can scarce expect now to defend myself effectually, yet the presence of [illegible] would have been an infinite cordial.  The ruins are of very great antiquity, which for a very long time has not been suspected, as it was never supposed that the Sybarites, a luxurious people, were early possessed of a style of architecture simple, chaste, and inconceivably grand, which was lost before the time of Augustus, who is said by Suetonius to have undertaken a journey on purpose to visit these remains of an architecture, the most simple and massive of which Italy at least has any other specimen.  The Greeks have specimens of the same kind, but they are composed not of stone, like Paestum, but of marble.  All this has been a discovery of recent date.  The ruins, which exist without exhibiting much demolition, are three in number.  The first is a temple of immense size, having a portico of the largest columns of the most awful species of classic architecture.  The roof, which was composed of immense stones, was destroyed, but there are remains of the Cella, contrived for the sacrifices to which the priests and persons of high office were alone [admitted].

A piece of architecture more massive, without being cumbrous or heavy, was never invented by a mason.

A second temple in the same style was dedicated to Ceres as the large one was to Neptune, on whose dominion they looked, and who was the tutelar deity of Paestum, and so called from one of his Greek names.  The fane of Ceres is finished with the greatest accuracy and beauty of proportion and taste, and in looking upon it I forgot all the unpleasant feelings which at first oppressed me.  The third was not a temple, but a Basilica, or species of town-house, as it was called, having a third row of pillars running up the middle, between the two which surrounded the sides, and were common to the Basilica and temple both.  These surprising public edifices have therefore all a resemblance to each other, though also points of distinction.  If Sir William Gell makes clear his theory he will throw a most precious light on the