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Nothing
interests me more than the relics of the past, when the Eternal City was
in its palmiest days. It is impossible to convey the impression they give
of the wealth and power of the old Romans. Acres of ruins mark the places
where stood some of the grandest structures on which the sun ever shone.
The Palaces of the Caesars is a plowed field. Half buried arches stand out
in their grim desolation, and are overgrown with shrubbery and cypress.
Where stood the Villa of the Alacenas, the Golden House of Nero, and the
Battles of Titus, is a mass of ruins. A part of the halls and chambers have
been excavated, and some of the finest sculptures and verses in the Vatican
are found in them. You follow a guide with torches into these rooms, and
you still see remains of exquisite marbles, mosaic and frescoes. The ruins
of the Baths Caracalla are still more ample and stupendous.
Those of Diocletian were remodeled by Michael Angelo and turned into a church,
which, out of Rome, would be regarded as a most magnificent edifice, and
yet it includes only a portion of the old structure. The cloisters of this
church are extensive and fine, and in its court stand some venerable cypress
trees planted by Michael Angelo three hundred years ago. In this church
we were shown what were said to be the bodies of the martyrs Felicitus and
Prosper, with various other relics. The ruins of the Claudian Aqueduct,
stretching away over and beyond the Porta Maggiore, are one of the most
striking and impressive relics of the old city, which must have been abundantly
supplied with water. There are now over a hundred fountains, some of them
very elaborate and picturesque in statuary, and other contrivances for throwing
columns of water and spray into the air.
Among the most remarkable and interesting objects in Rome, are the ruins
of the Forum and the Coliseum. I have made several visits to these localities;
but let me sketch an evening ramble amid the shadows of these astonishing
relics of a departed age. On a cloudless moonlight evening, a few of us
took a stroll from the Piazza de Spagna to the Corso, and from thence by
Trajan’s Forum, whose broken pillars of
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