are inclined to become a suppliant, hasten to the Tyrol, and we will
search together about the mountains, traverse the poppy-meads, and
look into every chasm and fissure that excludes daylight, in hopes of
discovering the mansion of repose. Then when we have found this
corner (or I think our search will be successful) Morpheus will give
us an approving nod, and beckon us in silence to couch, where, soon
lulled by the murmurs of the place, we shall sink into oblivion and
tranquillity. But we may as well keep our eyes open for the present,
till we have made this important discovery, and look at the beautiful
country round Brixen, whither I arrived in the cool of the evening,
and breathed the freshness of a garden, immediately beneath my
window. The thrushes, warbling amongst its shades, saluted me, the
moment I awoke next morning.

July 29th.--We proceeded over fertile mountains to Bolsano. Here
first I noticed the rocks cut into terraces, thick set with melons
and Indian corn; gardens of fig-trees and pomegranates hanging over
walls, clustered with fruit; amidst them, a little pleasant cot,
shaded by cypresses. In the evening we perceived several further
indications of approaching Italy; and after sunset the Adige, rolling
its full tide between precipices, which looked awful in the dusk.
Myriads of fire-flies sparkled amongst the shrubs on the bank. I
traced the course of these exotic insects by their blue light, now
rising to the summits of the trees, now sinking to the ground and
associating with vulgar glow-worms. We had opportunities enough to
remark their progress, since we travelled all night; such being my
impatience to reach the promised land!

Morning dawned just as we saw Trent dimly before us. I slept a few
hours, then set out again (July 30th), after the heats were in some