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40 TltAVELSIN EtUtOPE.insulated mountaio west of the road, and separated from it 'by~p~c!pitous ravine, ··commands .the pass: but·· the l'nad is· notenfiladetrby it.A·few hQurs ascent opénsCatalnnia ta ,the" view. ,Here"oa,t.!ûrei,..incontrast with the apathy or despmldency ·bf hercountenance on,tneother side of the mountains, teems with production and ~nima~ion.The country here befQre the traveHer f>resents to the senses, a series andvariety Qf appropriate delights.~hehunlanraceiparticipate$ in th~affects ofthis, and all·isactivity, gaiety, and industry.Thefirst and most striking olJject on the vast horizon below andar()tmrl, i8 the ocean.It assuredly takes the lead in beauty.deep blue.The Mediterranean has a c1aim. tothat epithet.!ts sublimely placid surfaceÎsThe c10seness of itsalliance with the bold shQre!S, sürichlytinted around it, and, sun-rise !-the true mQment tosee itfrom,ti.lispoint!" Ma.tutinos spal'gens super 8lquoraPhc;ebusFregit aquis radios ;et liber nubihm alther,Et posito Boreâ, pacemque tenentibus Austris--_·---·---jacuit Mare."That such a daily scene shouldcaU up !ScuchiHlag~ryinthe lpind Qf;the poet is nO wond~r. Ours pever saw it, but in ~he mit:ld'8 eye.That, however, was sufficient for him.his favourite season, sun-rise, whenSnch is the scene he.chooses forHMorning aU in fiery red,Shining on rJlJ(lptune with, far blessing beaUls,Turns into yellow gold his salt-greenstreams."Sun-rise is the poet's hour, suu-set the painter's. 0lle.foo.p Of~ISOni(vingideas rnight induIge his fancy among tftosesdppl'iedbyithe