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tend to have been so denominated from the bones found there: but there have been no bones found there, and the battle was fought on the other side of the hill. From Ossa ja the road begins to rise a little, but does not pass into the roots of the mountains until the sixty-seventh milestone from Florence. The ascent thence is not steep but perpetual, and continues for twenty minutes. The lake is soon seen below on the right, with Borghetto, a round tower close upon the water; and the undulated hills partially covered with wood, amongst which the road winds, sinks by degrees into the marshes near to this tower. Lower than the road, down to the right amidst these woody hillocks, Hannibal placed his horse, * in the jaws of or rather above the pass, which was between the lake and the present road, and most probably close to Borghetto, just under the lowest of the " tumuli."| On a summit to the left, above the road, is an old circular ruin which the peasants call “the Tower of Hannibal the Carthaginian." Arrived at the highest point of the road, the traveller has a partial view of the fatal plain which opens fully upon him as he descends the Gualandra. He soon finds himself in a vale enclosed to the left and in front and behind him by the Gualandra hills, bending round in a segment larger than a semicircle, aud running down at each end to the lake, which obliques to the right and forms the chord of this mountain arc. The position cannot be guessed at from the plains of Cortona, nor appears to be so completely enclosed unless to one who is fairly within the hills. It then, indeed, appears a place made as it were on purpose for a snare," locus idsidiis natus. “Borghetto is then found to stand in a narrow marshy pass close to the hill and to the lake, whilst there is no other outlet at the opposite turn of the mountains than through the little town of Passignano, which is pushed into the water by the foot of a high rocky acclivity." There is a woody eminence branching down from the mountains into the upper end of the plain nearer to the side of Passignano, and on this stands a white village called Torre. Polybius seems to allude to this eminence as the one on which Hannibal encamped and drew out his heavy-armed Africans and Spaniards in a conspicuous position. From this spot he

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despatched his Balaeric and light-armed troops through the Gualandra heights to the right, so as to arrive unseen and form an ambush'' amongst the broken acclivities which the road now passes, and to be ready to act upon the left flank and above the enemy, whilst the horse shut up the pass behind. Flaminius came to the lake near Borghetto at sunset; and, without sending any spies before him, marched through the pass the next morning before the day had quite broken, so that he perceived nothing of the horse and light troops above and about him, and saw only the heavy-armed Carthaginians in front of the hill of Torre.* The consul began to draw out his army in the flat, and in the mean time the horse in ambush occupied the pass behind him at Borghetto. Thus the Romans were completely enclosed, having the lake on the right, the main army on the hill of Torre in front, the Gualandra hills filled with the light-armed on their left flapk, and being prevented from receding by the cavalry, who, the further they advanced, stopped up all the outlets in the rear. A fog rising from the lake now spread itself over the army of the consul, but the high lands were in the sunshine, and all the different corps in ambush looked towards the bill of Torre for the order of attack. Hannibal gave the signal, and moved down from his post on the height. At the same moment all his troops on the eminences behind and in the flank of Flaminius, rushed forwards as it were with one accord on the plain. The Romans, who were forming their array in the mist, suddenly heard the shouts of the enemy amongst them, on every side, and before they could fall into their ranks, or draw their swords, or see by whom they were attacked, felt at once that they were surrounded and lost.

There are two little rivulets which run from the Gualandra into the lake. The traveller crosses the first of these at about a mile after he comes into the plain, and this divides the Tuscan from the Papal territories. The second, about a quarter of a mile further on, is called “the bloody rivulet," and the peasants point out an open spot to the left between the “Sanguinetto" and the hills, which, they say, was the principal scene of slaughter. The other part of the plain is covered with thick set olive-trees in corngrounds, and is nowhere quite level except near the edge of the lake, It is, indeed, most probable that the battle was fought near this end of the valley, for the six thousand Romans, who, at the

concileable with present appearances as that in Livy: he talks of hills to the rsght and left of the pass and valley; but when Flaminius entered he had the lake at the right of both.

“ A tergo et super caput decepere insidiæ.” T. Liv. &c.
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beginning of the action, broke through the enemy, escaped to the summit of an eminence which must have been in this quarter, otherwise they would have had to traverse the whole plain and to pierce through the min army of Hannibal.

The Romans fought desperately for three bours, but the death of Flaminius was the signal for a general dispersion. The Carthagibian horse then burst in upon the fugitives, and the lake, the marsh shout Borgbetto, but chiefly the plain of the Sanguinetto and the passes of the Gualadna, were strewed with dead. Near some old walls on a bleat ridge to the left above the rivulet many human hones have been repeatedly found, and this has confirmed the pretensions and the name of the stream of blood.”

Every district of Italy has its bero In the north some painter is the usual genius of the place, and the foreign Julio Romano more than divides Mantun with ber satire Virgil. To the sou heur of Roman names. Near Thrasimene tradition is still faithful to the fame of an enemy, and Hannibal the Carthaginian is the only ancient same remembered on the banks of the Perugian lake Flaminius is unknown; but the postiljons on that road have been taught to show the very spot wbere il Console Romano was slain. Of all who fought and fell in the battle of Thrasimene, the historian himself hes, besides the generals and Maharbal, preserved indeed only a single same You overtate the Carthaginian again on the same road to Rome. The antiquary, that is, the bostler, of the pesthouse at Spoleto, tells you that his town repulsed the victorious enemy, and shows you the gate still called Porta di Annibale. It is hardly worth while to remark that a French travel writer, well known by the name of the President Dupaty, saw Thrasimene in the lake of Bolsena, which lay conveniently on his way from Sienna to Rome.


But thou, Clitumnas,

Stanza lxvi. line 1. Xo book of travels has admitted to expatiate on the temple of the Clitumnus, between Foligno and Spoleto; and no site, or scenery, even in Italy, is more worthy a description. For an account of the

* About the middle of the XIIth century the coins of Mantua bore on one side the image and figure of Virgil. Zecca d'Italia. pl. ixvii. i. 6. ... Voyage dans le Milanais, &c. par A. Z. Millin. tom. fi. pag 294. Paris, 1817.

dilapidation of this temple, the reader is referred to Historical Illustrations of the Fourth Capto of Chile Harold.


Charming the eye with dread,-a matchless cataract.

Stanza lxxi. line 9. I saw the “Cascata del marmore” of Terni twice, at different periods ; once from the summit of the precipice, and again from the valley below. The lower view is far to be preferred, if the traveller has time for one only; but in any point of view, either from above or below, it is worth all the cascades and torrents of Switzerland put together : the Staubach, Reichinbach, Pisse Vache, fall of Arpenaz, &c. are rills in comparative appearance. or the fall of Schaffhausen I cannot speak, not yet having seen it.

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An Iris sits amidst the infernal surge.

Stanza lxxii line 3. or the time, place, and qualities of this kind of Iris the reader may have seen a short account in a note to Manfred. The fall looks so much like “ the hell of waters" that Addison thought the descent alluded to by the gulf in which Alecto plunged into the infernal regions. It is singular enough that two of the finest cascades in Europe should be artificial-this of the Velino, and the one at Trivoli. The traveller is strongly recommended to trace the Velino, at least as high as the little lake, called Pie' di Lup. The Reatine territory was the Italian Tempe,* and the ancient naturalist, amongst other beautiful varieties, remarked the daily rainbows of the lake Velinus. A scholar of great name has devoted a treatise to this district alone. I

The thundering lauwine.

Stanza lxxiji. line 5. In the greater part of Switzerland the avalanches are known by the name of lauwine.

* “ Reatini me ad sua Tempe duxerunt.” Cicer, epist. ad Attic. xv. lib iv.

"In eodem lacu pullo non die apparere arcus.” Plin. Hist. Nat. lib. ii. cap. Ixii.

| Ald. Manut. de Reatina urbe agroque, ap. Sallengre Thesaur. tom. i. p. 773


I abhort'd
Too much, to conquer for the poel's sake, .
The drill'd dull lesson, forced down word by word.

Stanza lxxv. lines 6, 7, and 8. These stanzas may probably remind the reader of Ensige Northerton's remarks: “D--- Homo,” &c. but the reasons for our dislike are not exactly the same. I wish to express that we become tired of the task before we can comprehend the beauty; that we learn by rote before we can get by heart; that the freshness is worn away, and the future pleasure and advantage deadened and de stroyed, by the didactic anticipation, at an age when we can neither feel vor understand the power of compositions which it requires an acquaintance with life, as well as Latin and Greek, to relish, or to reason upon. For the same reason we never can be aware of the fulness of some of the finest passages of Shakspeare, (" To be or not to be," for instance,) from the habit of having them hammered into us at eight years old, as an exercise, not of mind but of memory : 50 that when we are old enough to enjoy them, the taste is gone, and the appetite palled. In some parts of the Continent, young persons are taught from more common authors, and do not read the best classics till their maturity. I certainly do not speak on this point from any pique or aversion towards the place of my education. I was not a slow, though an idle boy; and I believe no one could, or can be more attached to Harrow than I have always beep, and witb reason ;--a part of the time passed there was the happiest of my life and my preceptor, (the Rev. Dr. Joseph Drury), was the best and worthiest friend I ever possessed, whose warnings I have remembered but too well, though too late - when I have erred, and whose counsels I have but followed when I have done well or wisely. If ever this imperfect record of my feelings towards him should reach his eyes, let it remind him of one who never thinks of him but with gratitude and veneration-of one who would more gladly boast of having been his pupil, if, by more closely following his injunctions, he could reflect any honour upon his instructor.

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The Scipios' tomb conta ins no ashes now.

Stanza lxxix, line 5.
For a comment on this and the two following stanzas, the reader
may consult Historical Illustrations of the Fourth Canto of Childe

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