The other is nearer my cottage, of an aspect less severe, and devoted to Bacchus; and what is extremely singular, it is in the midst of a rapid river.

The approach to it is over a bridge of rocks; and there is a natural grotto under the rocks, which gives them the appearance of a rustic bridge.

Into this grotto the rays of the sun never penetrate.

I am confident that it much resembles the place where Cicero went to declaim.

It invites to study.
Hither I retreat during the noontide hours; my mornings are engaged upon the hills, or in the garden sacred to Apollo.