We pass over as a mad imperial whim Caligula’s road from Baiæ to Puteoli,
partly because it was a costly and useless waste of money and labour, and
partly because that emperor had an awkward trick of flinging to the
fishes all persons who did not admire his road. It was a bad imitation
of a bad model—the road with which Xerxes bridled the “indignant
Hellespont.” Both the Hellespontine and the Baian road perished in the
lifetime of their founders; while the Simplon still attests the more
sublime and practical genius of Napoleon. We should have also greatly
liked to watch the Cimbri and Ambrones at their work of piling up those
gigantic earth-mounds in Britain and in Gaul, which, under the
appellation of Devil’s-dykes, are still visible and, as monuments of
patient labour and toil, second only to the construction of the Pyramids.
The physiognomy of races is reflected in their public works. The warm
climate of Egypt was not the only cause for the long paven corridors
which ran underground from temple to temple, and conducted the Deputies
of the Nomes to their sacerdotal meeting in the great Labyrinth. It was
some advantage, indeed, to travel in the shade in a land where the summer
heats were intense, and refreshing rains of rare occurrence; but it was a
still greater recommendation to these covered ways that they enabled the
priests to assemble without displaying upon the broad highway of the Nile
the times and numbers of their synods. The pyramidal temples of Benares
communicated by vaulted paths with the Ganges, as the chamber of Cheops
communicated with the Nile. The capital of Assyria was similarly
furnished with covered roads, which enabled the priests of Bel to
communicate with one another, and with the royal palace, in a city three
days’ journey in length and three in breadth. Civilization and
barbarism, indeed, in this respect met each another, and the caves of the
Troglodyte Æthiopians on the western shore of the Red Sea were connected
by numerous vaulted passages cut in the solid limestone, along which the
droves of cattle passed securely in the rainy season to their winter
stalls from the meadows of the Nile and the Astaboras.
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