THE LAKE OF NEMI.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised,
But as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,

And where, though all things differ, all agree.

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THE Lake of Nemi and its surrounding shores abound in objects of interest both to the traveller and the antiquary. Roman mythology has scarcely any thing so purely, so mentally, beautiful in its creations as the fables respecting the goddess Egeria; and, at the base of the rock which supports the little town of Nemi, the tourist sees the fountain still pouring out its cool, clear waters in which the bride of the contemplative Numa is supposed to have sighed out her own pure and delicate spirit, when lamenting the death of her consort. The murmurs of the fountain, the calm, sylvan loveliness of the scenery, and the deep shade of the woods, all serve to give that species of conviction, not to the mind, but to the imagination, which renders fictions such as these so interesting to the heart.

From the rock on which the town is built, a view is commanded, rivalled by few in Italy. The lake, lying

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