Near the shore, however, one can see a few remnants of a theatre--perhaps that theatre where the Tarentines were sitting when they saw Roman galleys, in scorn of treaty, sailing up the Gulf.
My last evenings were brightened by very beautiful sunsets; one in particular remains with me; I watched it for an hour or more from the terrace-road of the island town.

An exquisite after-glow seemed as if it would never pass away.

Above thin, grey clouds stretching along the horizon a purple flush melted insensibly into the dark blue of the zenith.

Eastward the sky was piled with lurid rack, sullen-tinted folds edged with the hue of sulphur.

The sea had a strange aspect, curved tracts of pale blue lying motionless upon a dark expanse rippled by the wind.