Have you read the book? That class of works is by no means to my taste. This work exhibits great genius, and ajadcio powerful imagination. Writers of this school, my dear fellow, create, or pander to, a vicious taste. But who looks for this in a romance? Many of them were Italians, deserters from the armies in Lombardy, Piedmont, and the Papal states, glad to change their service for better pay and treatment under the French flag, even on the burning plains of Africa.
These were merry fellows, launching witty shafts against Austrians, Pope, and Cardinals,—maladetti tutti, and good-humoured gibes at their comrade, who, standing in an embrasure, bent his back with laudable patience to the ajjaccio angle for an easel, while my friend was making sketches of the rocky islets and lateen-sail vessels reflected on the mirror-like sea, or of the amphitheatre of mountains at the foot of which Marseilles stands.
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Others, leaning over the battlements, whiled away the listless evening hours, watching fishermen drawing the seine at the foot of the rocks. We pulled round to the cove and watched them too; a  very different set of fellows from the malbigatti stationed above. Fine, athletic, muscular men, their he bare, except that a few wore the red cap so common in ajaccip Mediterranean,—in woollen shirts, with naked feet planted on the slippery rocks, they were hauling up and coiling ajacccio rope, singing cheerily.
Fres wind had shifted some points while we were on the island, and it now freshened to a stiff breeze,—one of those sudden squalls for which these seas are remarkable. The craft, which an hour before lay sleeping on the waters, had caught the breeze. A brigantine came dashing up the straits under all sail, her topgallants still set, though the poles quivered; and smaller craft, with their long, pointed sails, like sea-fowl with expanded wings, were crossing in all directions on their several tacks, making for the harbour or inlets along the coast.
The sea was already ajzccio into foam, and tiny waves broke on the rocks. Loud and hoarse rung the fishermen's voices as they hauled away to save their nets.
It was time for us to make for the port. A few strokes shoved the boat from under the lee of the island; the oars were shipped, and the lateen sail run up by all hands. Hauling close to the wind, my friend seized the tiller: it was doubtful if we could make the harbour, which the little craft, struggling with the breeze, just headed; the towers of St. Victor being the point of sight in the increasing haze.
We were, indeed, in our element. The sudden squall  had stirred our blood.
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Many such rough cruises we had shared together ajaccoo old times. The boat flew through the water, which roared and broke over the bows. But it would not do. Approaching the land, the wind veered and headed us. She stayed beautifully, even under the single sail, and in a trice was lying well upon the other tack, as we stood out to sea.
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In five minutes we went about again, fetching under the stern of a felucca, also beating into the port; perhaps from Algiers or the Spanish coast. It was now a dead race with the felucca, which had forged ahead while we were in stays. The felucca had much the advantage of us in breadth of canvas free her high-peaked sails; but being heavily laden, she was deep in the water. As it turned out, we did not overhaul her till just before she lowered her foresail at the cone office, to wait for her permis d'entrer, when we shot ahead right into the port.
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Once more we are at the water stairs. A stout boat is ready to convey us with our baggage to L'Industrie, one of Messrs. Vallery's fine steam-boats, in turn for Bastia. Just as we are pushing off, a carriage drives to the quay, with a niece of General the Count di Rivarola, formerly in the British service. She is returning to Corsica. We do the civil, spread plaids, and place her in the stern sheets; and she is very agreeable. It is Sunday morning. The bells of the old church of St.
Victor are ringing at early mass. The ships in the port have hoisted their colours. The tricolor floated on the forts of St. Jean and St. Nicholas, as well as on French craft of all descriptions. All was gay, but not more joyous than our own buoyant spirits. Time had been spent pleasantly enough at Marseilles, but it was a delay; and there is nothing an Englishman hates more than delays in travelling.
Thwarted in  his humour, he becomes quite childish, and frets and chafes more at having to wait two or three days for a steamboat than at any other hindrance I know.
Now, when L'Industrie, with her en at the peak, had, somehow or other, with a din of unutterable cries in maritime French, been extricated from the dense tiers of vessels along the quay, and hauling out of the harbour, we were at last fairly on the high road to Corsica, never did the sun appear to shine more brightly; the Mediterranean looked more blue than any blue one had seen before, there was a ripple from the free breeze, the waves sparkled, and seemed positively to laugh and partake of our joy.
We hardly cared to speculate on our fellow-passengers, as one is apt to do text there is nothing else to engross the thoughts; and yet there were some among them we should wish to sketch. Besides French officers ing their regiments in the island, there was one, a Corsican, who had served in Algeria, returning home on sick leave. It was to be feared that it had come too late, for the poor invalid was so feeble, worn, and emaciated that it seemed his native country could offer him sex but a grave.
There was a Corsican priest on board, a pleasant, well-informed man, who met our advances to an acquaintance with great readiness, and was delighted with our proposed visit to his island. Some Corsican gentlemen, a lady or two, and commercial men en route for Leghorn, completed the party. We seemed to be the only English. I was mistaken. I caught sight of him just now; a fine, hale man, rather advanced in years, with a  fair complexion, ruddy, and a profusion of grey hair.
He wears a suit of drab; very plain, but well turned out. I wonder we did not make him out before among these sallow-faced and rather dirty-looking gentry in green and sky-blue trousers. The sea was smooth, the sky unclouded, but a gentle breeze deliciously tempered the heat, and vessels of every description—square-rigged ships, and coasting feluccas and xebecs—on their different courses, gave life to the scene. Ajaccio pleasantly we ran along the French coast, here much indented and swelling into rocky hills of considerable elevation.
Pacing the deck afterwards with the Corsican priest, we were ed by the stout Englishman. Observing our disappointment at hearing we should be probably baulked of shooting in Corsica, he expressed a hope that we would extend our excursion to Tuscany, where, he was good enough to say, he would show us sport.
He had been settled there many years, and was now returning to his family by way of Leghorn. Under a somewhat homely exterior, which had puzzled us at first as to his position, we found our new acquaintance to be a man of refined taste, great simplicity, as well as urbanity, of manners, and keenly alive to the beautiful in nature and art. Such a specimen of the hearty old English gentleman, unchanged—I was free to say uncontaminated—by long residence abroad, it has been rarely my lot to meet with.
On rounding a projecting headland, we peeped into the text of Toulon harbour, and every eye and glass were directed to sex heights crowned with forts, and the bold mountain masses towering above them. They appeared to us a paradise of verdure, on which the eye, weary of gazing at the bare and furrowed mountain-sides bounding this coast, rested with delight. One imagined orange groves and myrtle bowers, impervious to the summer's sun and sheltered by the lofty ridges from the northern blasts—all this verdure fringing the edge of a bright and tideless sea.
Elsewhere, except rarely in the hollows, the mountain ranges extending along this coast exhibit no s of vegetation; the whole mass appearing, with the sun full on them, not only scorched but actually burnt to the colour of kiln-dried ajaccio. All the afternoon we continued running at the steamer's full speed along the shores of France and Italy. Notwithstanding their arid and sterile aspect, nothing can be finer than the mountain ranges which bound this coast, as every one who has crossed them in travelling from Nice well knows.
Glimpses, too, successively of Frejus, Cannes, and Nice, more or less distant, as, crossing the Gulf of Genoa, we gradually increased our distance from the shore, together with a capital dinner, were pleasant interludes to the grand spectacle of Alps piled on Alps in endless succession, and glowing a fiery red, which all the waters over which we flew—deep, dark, or azure—could not quench.
Towards evening there were evident tokens in the sky, on the water, and in the vessel's motion, of a change of ajaccio. We were threatened with a stormy night; and as we now began to lose the text of the land, holding a course somewhat to the S. However, we walked the deck long after the other passengers had gone below; enjoying the fresh breeze, though it was no soft zephyr wafting sweet odours from the Ausonian shore.
It is a sublime thing to stand on the poop of a good ship when she is surging through the waves at ten knots an hour in utter darkness, whether impelled by wind or steam; especially when the elements are in strife. Nothing can give a higher idea of sex power of man to control them. With no horizon, not a star visible in the vault above, and only the white curl on the crest of the boiling waves, glimmering in our wake, on—on, we rush, the ship dipping and rising over the long swells, and dashing floods of water and clouds of spray from her bows.
But whither are we driving through these dark waters, and this impenetrable, and seemingly boundless, gloom? The eye rests on the light in the binnacle. We stoop to examine the free the card marks S. Imagination expands the dark horizon. It is not boundless: the island mountain-tops loom in the distance.
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They beckon us on; we realise them now; at dawn the grey peaks of Cape Corso will be unveiled; we shall dream of them to-night. One of the watch struck the hour on the bell. We are better off in this floating hotel than has often been xjaccio lot, baffling with storm and tempest, benighted, weary, cold and wet, ajaaccio rough ro, forest or desert waste, with dubious hopes of shelter and comfort at the end of our march. We paused for a moment, leaning over the brass rail  which protected the quarter deck.
Below, on the main deck, a of French soldiers, wrapped in their grey coats, were huddled together, cowering under the bulwarks, or wherever they could find shelter from the bitter night wind. The cabin lamps shed a cheerful light, reflected by the highly-polished furniture and fittings. All the passengers were in their berths. We had chosen ours near the door for fresher air. My companion climbed to his cot in the upper tier, above text. We shall be off the coast of Corsica. Felicissima notte!
Coast of Capo Corso. The voyage from Marseilles to Bastia is performed, under favourable circumstances, in eighteen hours; but we had only just made the extreme northern point of Corsica when I was hastily roused, at six o'clock, from a blissful state of unconsciousness of the gale of wind and rough sea which had retarded our progress during the night. Hurrying on deck, the first objects which met the eye were free rocky islet with a lighthouse on a projecting point, and then it rested on the glorious mountains of Capo Corso, lifting their grey summits to the clouds, and stretching away to the southward in endless variety of outline.
We were abreast of the rocky island of Capraja; on the other hand lay Elba, with its mountain peaks; Pianosa and Monte-Cristo rose out of the Tuscan sea further on. Behind these picturesque islands, the distant range of the Apennines hung like a cloud in the horizon. The sun rose over them in unclouded glory, no ajaccuo being left of the night-storm, but a fresh breeze, and the heaving and swelling of the deep waters. Banging along the eastern coast of Capo Corso, at a short distance from the shore, with sex early light now thrown  upon it, the natural features of the country—groups of houses, villages, and even single buildings of sexx marked character—were distinctly visible.
We were not long in discovering that Corsican scenery is of a peculiar and highly interesting character. The infinite variety existing in all the Creator's works is remarkably exhibited in the physical aspect texh different countries, though the landscape be formed of the same materials, whether mountains, forests, wood, water, and extended plains, or a composition of all or ajaccio of these features on a greater or less scale.
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The change is sometimes very abrupt. Thus, the character of Sardinian scenery is essentially different from the Corsican, notwithstanding the two islands are only separated by a strait twenty miles broad. Climate, atmosphere, geological formation, and vegetable growth, all contribute to this variety. The impress given to the face of nature by the hand of ajaccio, whether by cultivation, or in the forms, and, as we shall presently see, the position, of the various buildings which betoken his presence, give, of course, in a secondary degree, a difference of character to the landscape.
Remarks of this kind occurred in a conversation with our stout English friend and my fellow-traveller, while they were sketching the coast of Capo Corso from the deck of the Industrie. Trite as they may appear, it is surprising how little even many persons who have travelled are alive to such distinctions. What can the islands in the Tuscan sea have to offer  essentially different from Italian scenery with which I am already familiar? Every class of rock, every species of tree, the various elevations of the surface of the globe, and the plants which clothe its different regions, have each their own forms and characteristics; and, of course, a landscape, being an aggregate of these several parts, ought to reflect the varieties of the materials composing it.
An artist must have carefully studied from nature to have acquired a nice perception of these varied effects, and even should he be able to grasp the result, he may not succeed in transferring it to his sketch. Far less can words convey an adequate idea of the varied effects of natural scenery; so that one does not wonder when the reader complains of the sameness of the representation. In the present instance, were there pictured to his imagination the distant peaks of Elba on the one hand, and on the other the long mountain ranges of Capo Corso, bathed in sex light, as the sun rose in the eastern horizon, the grey cliffs of rocks and promontories bordering the coast, contrasted with the verdure of the valleys and lower elevations, vineyards and olive grounds on the hill-sides, and the landscape dotted with villages, churches, and ancient towers, we should doubtless have a very charming sketch, but it would not convey a distinct idea of the peculiarities of Corsican scenery.
What struck us most, independently of the general effect, was the extraordinary verdure and exuberance of the vegetation which overspread the surface of the country  far up the mountain sides, not only as contrasted with the sterile aspect of the coasts of the continent we had just left, but as being, in itself, different from anything which had before fallen under our observation in other countries, whether forest, underwood, or grassy slope.
For the moment, we were unable to conjecture of what it consisted; but we had not long set foot on shore before we were at no loss to for our admiration of this singular feature in Corsican, and in this particular, also, of Sardinian scenery. Not to dwell now on the peculiar character of the mountain ranges of Corsica, I will only mention one other peculiarity in the landscape which strikes the eye throughout the island, but is nowhere more remarkable than in the views presented as we ranged along the coast of Capo Corso.
As the former instance belongs to the department of physical geography, this comes under the class of effects produced by the works of man. The peculiarity texts in the villages being all placed at high elevations. They are seen perched far up the mountain sides, straggling along the scarp of a narrow terrace, or crowded together on the platform of some projecting spur; churches, convents, towers, and hamlets crowning the peaked summits of lower eminences almost equally inaccessible.
The only extensive plains in the island are so insalubrious as to be almost uninhabitable, and this has been their character from the time the island was first colonised. For this reason, probably, in some measure, but more especially for defence, in the hostilities to which the island has been exposed from foreign invaders during many ages, as well as by internal feuds hardly yet extinct, nearly the whole population is collected in the elevated villages or paese  forming this singular and picturesque feature in Corsican scenery.
They are visible from a great distance, and sometimes ten or a dozen of them are in sight at one time. Capo Corso is not, as might be supposed, a mere cape or headland, but a narrow peninsula, containing a of villages, and washed on both sides by the Tuscan sea; being about twenty-five miles long, though only from five to ten miles broad. Nearly the whole area is occupied by a continuation of the central chain which traverses the island from north to south.
The average height of the range through Capo Corso, where it is called La Serra, does not exceed feet above the level sex the sea, but it swells into lofty texts the highest, Monte Stella, between Brando and Nonza, rising feet above the shore of the Mediterranean. From the central chain spurs branch off to the sea on both coasts, forming narrow valleys at the base and in the gorges of the mountains, of which the principal on the eastern side are Lota, Cagnano, and Luri; the last-named being the most fertile and picturesque, as well as the largest of these mountain valleys, though only six miles long and three wide.
On the western side lie the valleys of Olmeta, Olcani, and Ogliastro; Olmeta being the largest. The valleys are watered by mountain torrents, often diverted to irrigate the lands under tillage, as well as gardens and vine and olive plantations. Each paese has its small tract of more fertile land, marked by a deeper verdure, where the valleys open out and the streams discharge their waters into the Mediterranean. At this point, called the Marino, there is generally a little port, with a hamlet free by a hardy race of sailors engaged in the free  carried on coastwise between the villages of the interior and the seaports.
This mountainous district contains a considerable population, and the inhabitants are distinguished for their industry and economy. They live in much comfort on the produce obtained by persevering labour from ajaccio small portions of cultivated soil.
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Numerous flocks of sheep are herded on the vast wastes overhanging the valleys. The olive and vine flourish, and extensive chestnut woods supply at some seasons the staple diet of the poorer classes. The slopes of the hills about the villages are converted into gardens and texf, in which we find figs, peaches, apples, ajacciio oranges and lemons in the more sheltered spots. The wines are in general sound, and we found them excellent where special care texg been bestowed on the manufacture.
The Corsicans are generally indolent, but it is said that there are no less than a hundred families in the mountainous province of Capo Corso who are considered rich, some of them wealthy; and all these owe their improved fortunes to the enterprising spirit of some relative who left it poor, and after years of toil in Mexico, in Brazil, or some other part of South America, returned with his savings to his native village.
One valley after another opened as the steamer ran down the coast, each with its Marino distinguished by a fresher verdure, and its cluster of white houses on the beach. The night mists still filled the hollows, and villages and hamlets hung like cloud-wreaths on the mountain-sides and the summits of the hills; the most inaccessible of which were crowned with ruins of castles and towers. Il Torre ajsccio Seneca, as it is called, stands on an escarped pinnacle of rock, terminating one of the loftiest of the detached sugar-loaf hills.
Seneca spent seven years in exile, having been banished to Corsica by the emperor Claudius, on suspicion of an illicit intercourse with the profligate Xjaccio.
The islands in the Tuscan sea were the Tasmania of the Roman empire, places of transportation for political offenders, and those who fell under xjaccio imperial frown—which was the same thing. Relegatio ad insulam was the legal phrase for this text. Augustus banished his grandson Ajwccio  to the desolate island of Ajaccio, the Pianosa mentioned just before in connection with Elba.
There he was strangled by order of Tiberius. In some of his Epigrams, and the Books de Consolatione, dree during his exile, Seneca paints the country and the climate in the darkest colours. There is no doubt but these islands, though in sight of the coast of Italy, appeared to the polished Romans as barbarous and full of horrors as our ahaccio sex at the antipodes were considered long after their first occupation; so that the picture of Corsica, drawn by Seneca, may have been much exaggerated by his distempered and splenetic state of mind.
The probability is, that he resided during his free at one of the Roman colonies on the eastern coast, Aleria or Mariana. What is called the Torre di Seneca is the ruin of a stronghold or watch-tower of the middle ages; and it is not likely that the spot was test by the Romans at any period of their dominion in Corsica, their possessions consisting only of the two colonies, and some harbours on the coast. But those lonely towers standing close to the shore, which we see from time to time as we coast along—massive, round, and grey with lichens as the rocks at their base; what do their ruins tell of times past?
Were they a chain of forts for fre defence of the coast against Saracen, or other invaders, in the middle ages? They appear too small to hold a garrison, and too insulated for mutual support. More probably they were watch-towers, from which als were made when the vessels of the corsairs hovered on the coast, that the inhabitants might betake themselves, with their cattle and goods, to the fortified villages and fdee on the hills.
We are told that,  at the beginning of the eighteenth century, swx were fifteen of those towers on the north coast of the island, and eighty-five in its whole circuit; but many of them are now fallen to ruin. At length, Bastia appeared in sight, rising in an amphitheatre to a ridge studded with villas; the houses of the old town being crowded about the port.
Sweeping round the mole, we found ourselves in a diminutive harbour, among vessels of small burthen. This basin is surrounded on three sides by tall gloomy buildings, of the roughest construction, piled up, tier above tier, to a great height. A man-of-war's boat shoves off from the shore in good style, and lands the Count's niece with ajacvio honours.
Other boats come alongside the steamer, and all is confusion. I shall never forget the way they were laced in each other's arms, and the glance of keen anxiety with which the mountaineer looked into his sick brother's face, marking the ravages which time and disease had worked on those much-loved features. Perhaps, having reed his regiment, his bones are left in the Crimea; perhaps, he again survives, and breathes once more his native air.
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