CHAPTER XII.
"Was ist's
Das hinter diesem Schleier sich verbirgt?[1]
Das Verschleierte Bild zu Sais.
On returning from Vesuvius or Pompeii, you enter Naples through its most animated, its most Neapolitan quarter — through that quarter in which Modern life most closely resembles the Ancient; and in which, when, on a fair-day, the thoroughfare swarms alike with Indolence and Trade, you are impressed at once with the recollection of that restless, lively race from which the population of Naples derives its origin; so that in one day you may see at Pompeii the habitations of a remote age; and on the Mole, at Naples, you may imagine you behold the very beings with whom those habitations had been peopled.
But now, as the Englishmen rode slowly through the deserted streets, lighted but by the lamps of heaven, all the gaiety of day was hushed and breathless. Here and there, stretched under a portico or a dingy booth, were sleeping groups of houseless Lazzaroni — a tribe now merging its indolent individuality amidst an energetic and active population.
The Englishmen rode on in silence; for Glyndon
- ↑ What is it that conceals itself behind this veil?
