E non udite ancor come risuona
     Il roco ed alto fremito marino?

And do you not hear still the hoarse and deep roar of the sea?

This motion without aim, this strength without object which is renewed throughout eternity without our being able to discover either its cause or its end, attracts us to the shore, where this grand spectacle offers itself to our sight; and we experience, as it were, a desire mingled with terror, to approach the waves and to deaden our thoughts by their tumult.

Towards the evening all was calm.  Corinne and Lord Nelville walked into the country; they proceeded with a slow pace silently enjoying the scene before them.  Each step they took crushed the flowers and extorted from them their delicious perfumes; the nightingales, resting on the rose-bushes, willingly lent their song, so that the purest melodies were united to the most delicious odours; all the charms of nature mutually attracted each other, while the softness of the air was beyond expression.  When we contemplate a fine view in the north, the climate in some degree disturbs the pleasure which it inspires:  those slight sensations of cold and humidity are like a false note in a concert, and more or less distract your attention from what you behold; but in approaching Naples you experience the friendly smiles of nature, so perfectly and without alloy, that nothing abates the agreeable sensations which they cause you.  All the relations of man in our climate are with society.  Nature, in hot countries, puts us in relation with external objects, and our sentiments sweetly expand.  Not but that the south has also its melancholy.  In what part of the earth does not human destiny produce this impression?  But in this melancholy there is neither discontent, anxiety, nor regret.  In other countries it is life, which, such as it is, does not suffice for the faculties of the soul; here the faculties of the soul do not suffice for life, and the superabundance of sensation inspires a dreamy indolence, which we can hardly account for when oppressed with it.

During the night, flies of a shining hue fill the air; one would say that the mountain emitted sparks of fire, and that the burning earth had let loose some of its flames.  These insects fly through the trees, sometimes repose on the leaves, and the wind blows these minute stars about, varying in a thousand ways their uncertain light.  The sand also contained a great number of metallic stones, which sparkled on every side:  it was the land of fire, still preserving in its bosom the traces of the sun, whose last rays had just warmed it.  There is a life, and at the same time, a repose, in this nature, which entirely satisfies the various desires of human existence.