"What say you, Glyndon ?" "I have not yet seen an eruption; I should like it much." "But is there no danger ?" said the prudent Merton.
"Oh! not at all; the mountain is very civil at present.

It only plays a little, just to amuse their Excellencies the English." "Well, order the horses, and bring the bill; we will go before it is dark.

Clarence, my friend, nunc est bibendum; but take care of the pede libero, which won't do for walking on lava!" The bottle was finished, the bill paid, the gentlemen mounted, the landlord bowed, and they bent their way in the cool of the delightful evening towards Resina.
The wine animated Glyndon, whose unequal spirits were at times high and brilliant as those of a school-boy released; and the laughter of the Northern tourists sounded oft and merrily along the melancholy domains of buried cities.
Hesperus had lighted his lamp amidst the rosy skies as they arrived at Resina.

Here they quitted their horses and took mules and a guide.

As the sky grew darker and more dark, the Mountain Fire burned with an intense lustre.