By the Ionian Sea eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 120 pages of information about By the Ionian Sea.

By the Ionian Sea eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 120 pages of information about By the Ionian Sea.

No such trouble has been taken to provide comely housing for the collection of antiquities which the town possesses.  The curator who led me through the museum (of course I was the sole visitor) lamented that it was only communal, the Italian Government not having yet cared to take it under control; he was an enthusiast, and spoke with feeling of the time and care he had spent upon these precious relics—­sedici anni di vita—­sixteen years of life, and, after all, who cared for them?  There was a little library of archaeological works, which contained two volumes only of the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum; who, asked the curator sadly, would supply money to purchase the rest?  Place had been found on the walls for certain modern pictures of local interest.  One represented a pasture on the heights of Aspromonte, shepherds and their cattle amid rich herbage, under a summer sky, with purple summits enclosing them on every side; the other, also a Calabrian mountain scene, but sternly grand in the light of storm; a dark tarn, a rushing torrent, the lonely wilderness.  Naming the painter, my despondent companion shook his head, and sighed “Morto!  Morto!

Ere I left, the visitors’ book was opened for my signature.  Some twenty pages only had been covered since the founding of the museum, and most of the names were German.  Fortunately, I glanced at the beginning, and there, on the first page, was written “Francois Lenormant, Membre de l’Institut de France”—­the date, 1882.  The small, delicate character was very suggestive of the man as I conceived him; to come upon his name thus unexpectedly gave me a thrill of pleasure; it was like being brought of a sudden into the very presence of him whose spirit had guided, instructed, borne me delightful company throughout my wanderings.  When I turned to the curator, and spoke of this discovery, sympathy at once lighted up his face.  Yes, yes!  He remembered the visit; he had the clearest recollection of Lenormant—­“un bravo giovane!” Thereupon, he directed my attention to a little slip of paper pasted into the inner cover of the book, on which were written in pencil a few Greek letters; they were from the hand of Lenormant himself, who had taken out his pencil to illustrate something he was saying about a Greek inscription in the museum.  Carefully had this scrap been preserved by the good curator; his piety touched and delighted me.

I could have desired no happier incident for the close of my journey; by lucky chance this visit to the museum had been postponed till the last morning, and, as I idled through the afternoon about the Via Plutino, my farewell mood was in full harmony with that in which I had landed from Naples upon the Calabrian shore.  So hard a thing to catch and to retain, the mood corresponding perfectly to an intellectual bias—­hard, at all events, for him who cannot shape his life as he will, and whom circumstance ever menaces with dreary harassment.  Alone and quiet, I heard the washing of the waves; I saw the evening fall on cloud-wreathed Etna, the twinkling lights come forth on Scylla and Charybdis; and, as I looked my last towards the Ionian Sea, I wished it were mine to wander endlessly amid the silence of the ancient world, to-day and all its sounds forgotten.

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