Dreams, Waking Thoughts, and IncidentsBeckford, William
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Dreams, Waking Thoughts, and Incidents
Beckford, William
Beckford, William, 1760-1844
the back of the villa, separated by a passage from the more elegant part
of the house; we were shown some rooms which had been occupied by the
farmer, and from whence several implements of agriculture had been
carried, to enrich the collection at Portici. On the whole, the plan and
construction of this villa are extremely curious, and its situation very
happily chosen. I could not, however, help feeling some regret, in not
having had the good fortune to be present at the first discovery. It
must have been highly interesting to see all its ancient relics (the
greatest part of which are now removed) each in its proper place; or, at
least, in the place they had possessed for so long a course of years.
His Sicilian Majesty has ordered a correct draught of this villa to be
taken, which, it is hoped, will one day be published, with a complete
account of all the discoveries at Pompeii.
Our next walk was to see the Columbarium, a very solemn looking edifice,
where probably the families of higher rank only at Pompeii, deposited the
urns of their deceased kindred. Several of these urns, with their ashes,
and one among the rest of glass, inclosed in another of earth, were dug
out of the sepulchral vaults. A quantity of marble statues, of but
ordinary execution, and colossal masks of terra-cotta, constituted the
chief ornaments of the Columbarium. It is situated without the gates, on
the same side of the city as the villa just described. There is
something characteristically sad in its aspect. It threw my mind into a
melancholy, but not disagreeable tone. Under the mixed sentiments it
inspired, I cast one lingering look back on the whole affecting scene of
ruins, over which I had for several hours been rambling, and quitted it
to return to Naples, not without great reluctance.
LETTER XXV.
ROME, _December_ 9_th_.
My last letter was despatched in such a hurry that I had not time to
conclude it. This will be nearly as imperfect; but yet I cannot forbear
writing, having the vanity to believe that you are pleased with hearing
only that I am well.
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