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    beauty , was grand , swelling , and overpowering ; it operated like suddenly intoxicating delight ; the senses are too small to hold the huge draught ; it rushed as a sea into the soul . That ' inner harbour * was one magnificent sweep of smooth water , green and glittering under the clear round moon ; not a dot , nor a speck , nor a streak , nor a line , nor a hair of cloud , turn whichever way

    the eye could , was discernible in the whole expanse of the blue vault : —not a star was seen : all was the moon ' s unshared and undisputed heaven . And there the calm queen sat and looked across and around her glorious realm , and down upon the sleeping world ! The grey walls , massive buildings , towers , turrets , and steeples—the hundreds of masts on the city ' s side—all , as

    they stood wrapped in her cool beams , were hushed as the centre of the Pyramids . Away to the south , the hills rising up and breaking into fringy streaks and gulfy undulations , the concave line of the moon ' s empire , stood in vapoury and purple grandeur of tranquillity—smiling solemnity ; and they sunk gradually towards the limits of the sheeny basin : and there stretched out almost a plain ,, with only gentle swells to make it more

    precious to the eye , on which sat the little town of Reglas with its church towers , and here and there a villa ; about which , uplifting their gracious heads , were cocoa palms , throwing their hearselike , but beautiful plumes into the moon ' s cerulean : there , too , were other growths , massive and round , with broadly spreading limbs and ponderous foliage : there , a little bare and level space lay between the embrace of shrubs , and partially black in the umbrageousness of the bordering trees . So happv , so hushed—so

    inconceivably—so indescribably beautiful was this reality of man ' s art with nature ' s glory mingling ! Even the grim Moro , and the almost palpable blackness of the shadows which it threw upon the mute and unmoving water at its foot , and the deep murmured anthem of the rolling billow that broke afar off-away , where the bulwark head looked out tranquilly over the ever-wakeful ,

    evermovin g , and ever-moaning ocean—all—all looked the attributes of love—all appeared as if dropped , placed , planted there by the spirit of beauty—all wore an aspect spiritualized—the reflex of heaven ! Amid this universe of beauty , which lay , as if it were in a sigh * less and unbreathing sleep , and was hushed into marble-like quiet , there was yet a stirring and an eager life—the life of wrong and mischief : man ' s mammon worship had sent death striding

    abroad . The noise , rattle , and confusion which had so suddenly aroused and called me on deck , ceased as if every one concerned had been struck dumb and nerveless . Something I saw ( a barrel of flour , I conjectured ) obstructed the main hatchway , and prevented its being closed down : there was not time to restore it to its stowage , and a tarpaulin was thrown over it . A boat was

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1834, page 789, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2639/page/43/