DULCE GALAESI FLUMEN Taranto has a very interesting Museum.

I went there with an introduction to the curator, who spared no trouble in pointing out to me all that was best worth seeing.

He and I were alone in the little galleries; at a second or third visit I had the Museum to myself, save for an attendant who seemed to regard a visitor as a pleasant novelty, and bestirred himself for my comfort when I wanted to make sketches.
Nothing is charged for admission, yet no one enters.

Presumably, all the Tarentines who care for archaeology have already been here, and strangers are few.
Upon the shelves are seen innumerable miniature busts, carved in some kind of stone; thought to be simply portraits of private persons.

One peers into the faces of men, women, and children, vaguely conjecturing their date, their circumstances; some of them may have dwelt in the old time on this very spot of ground now covered by the Museum.