LETTER XXV

NICE, January 1, 1765.

DEAR SIR,--It was in deference to your opinion, reinforced by my own

inclination, and the repeated advice of other friends, that I resolved

upon my late excursion to Italy. I could plainly perceive from the

anxious solicitude, and pressing exhortations contained in all the

letters I had lately received from my correspondents in Britain, that

you had all despaired of my recovery. You advised me to make a

pilgrimage among the Alps, and the advice was good. In scrambling among

those mountains, I should have benefited by the exercise, and at the

same time have breathed a cool, pure, salubrious air, which, in all

probability, would have expelled the slow fever arising in a great

measure from the heat of this climate. But, I wanted a companion and

fellow traveller, whose conversation and society could alleviate the

horrors of solitude. Besides, I was not strong enough to encounter the

want of conveniences, and even of necessaries to which I must have been

exposed in the course of such an expedition. My worthy friend Dr. A--

earnestly intreated me to try the effect of a sea-voyage, which you

know has been found of wonderful efficacy in consumptive cases. After

some deliberation, I resolved upon the scheme, which I have now happily

executed. I had a most eager curiosity to see the antiquities of

Florence and Rome: I longed impatiently to view those wonderful

edifices, statues, and pictures, which I had so often admired in prints

and descriptions. I felt an enthusiastic ardor to tread that very

classical ground which had been the scene of so many great

atchievements; and I could not bear the thought of returning to England

from the very skirts of Italy, without having penetrated to the capital

of that renowned country. With regard to my health, I knew I could

manage matters so as to enjoy all the benefits that could be expected

from the united energy of a voyage by sea, a journey by land, and a

change of climate.

Rome is betwixt four and five hundred miles distant from Nice, and one

half of the way I was resolved to travel by water. Indeed there is no

other way of going from hence to Genoa, unless you take a mule, and

clamber along the mountains at the rate of two miles an hour, and at

the risque of breaking your neck every minute. The Apennine mountains,

which are no other than a continuation of the maritime Alps, form an

almost continued precipice from Villefranche to Lerici, which is almost

forty-five miles on the other side of Genoa; and as they are generally

washed by the sea, there is no beach or shore, consequently the road is

carried along the face of the rocks, except at certain small intervals,

which are occupied by towns and villages. But, as there is a road for

mules and foot passengers, it might certainly be enlarged and improved

so as to render it practicable by chaises and other wheel-carriages,

and a toll might be exacted, which in a little time would defray the

expence: for certainly no person who travels to Italy, from England,

Holland, France, or Spain, would make a troublesome circuit to pass the

Alps by the way of Savoy and Piedmont, if he could have the convenience

of going post by the way of Aix, Antibes, and Nice, along the side of

the Mediterranean, and through the Riviera of Genoa, which from the sea

affords the most agreeable and amazing prospect I ever beheld. What

pity it is, they cannot restore the celebrated Via Aurelia, mentioned

in the Itinerarium of Antoninus, which extended from Rome by the way of

Genoa, and through this country as far as Arles upon the Rhone. It was

said to have been made by the emperor Marcus Aurelius; and some of the

vestiges of it are still to be seen in Provence. The truth is, the

nobility of Genoa, who are all merchants, from a low, selfish, and

absurd policy, take all methods to keep their subjects of the Riviera

in poverty and dependence. With this view, they carefully avoid all

steps towards rendering that country accessible by land; and at the

same time discourage their trade by sea, lest it should interfere with

the commerce of their capital, in which they themselves are personally

concerned.

Those who either will not or cannot bear the sea, and are equally

averse to riding, may be carried in a common chair, provided with a

foot-board, on men's shoulders: this is the way of travelling practised

by the ladies of Nice, in crossing the mountains to Turin; but it is

very tedious and expensive, as the men must be often relieved.

The most agreeable carriage from here to Genoa, is a feluca, or open

boat, rowed by ten or twelve stout mariners. Though none of these boats

belong to Nice, they are to be found every day in our harbour, waiting

for a fare to Genoa; and they are seen passing and repassing

continually, with merchandize or passengers, between Marseilles,

Antibes, and the Genoese territories. A feluca is large enough to take

in a post-chaise; and there is a tilt over the stern sheets, where the

passengers sit, to protect them from the rain: between the seats one

person may lie commodiously upon a mattress, which is commonly supplied

by the patron. A man in good health may put up with any thing; but I

would advise every valetudinarian who travels this way, to provide his

own chaise, mattrass, and bedlinnen, otherwise he will pass his time

very uncomfortably. If you go as a simple passenger in a feluca, you

pay about a loui'dore for your place, and you must be intirely under

the direction of the patron, who, while he can bear the sea, will

prosecute his voyage by night as well as by day, and expose you to many

other inconveniencies: but for eight zequines, or four loui'dores, you

can have a whole feluca to yourself, from Nice to Genoa, and the master

shall be obliged to put a-shore every evening. If you would have it

still more at your command, you may hire it at so much per day, and in

that case, go on shore as often, and stay as long as you please. This

is the method I should take, were I to make the voyage again; for I am

persuaded I should find it very near as cheap, and much more agreeable

than any other.

The distance between this place and Genoa, when measured on the carte,

does not exceed ninety miles: but the people of the felucas insist upon

its being one hundred and twenty. If they creep along shore round the

bottoms of all the bays, this computation may be true: but, except when

the sea is rough, they stretch directly from one head-land to another,

and even when the wind is contrary, provided the gale is not fresh,

they perform the voyage in two days and a half, by dint of rowing: when

the wind is favourable, they will sail it easily in fourteen hours.

A man who has nothing but expedition in view, may go with the courier,

who has always a light boat well manned, and will be glad to

accommodate a traveller for a reasonable gratification. I know an

English gentleman who always travels with the courier in Italy, both by

sea and land. In posting by land, he is always sure of having part of a

good calash, and the best horses that can be found; and as the expence

of both is defrayed by the public, it costs him nothing but a present

to his companion, which does not amount to one fourth part of the

expence he would incur by travelling alone. These opportunities may be

had every week in all the towns of Italy.

For my own part, I hired a gondola from hence to Genoa. This is a boat

smaller than a feluca, rowed by four men, and steered by the patron;

but the price was nine zequines, rather more than I should have payed

for a feluca of ten oars. I was assured that being very light, it would

make great way; and the master was particularly recommended to me, as

an honest man and an able mariner. I was accompanied in this voyage by

my wife and Miss C--, together with one Mr. R--, a native of Nice, whom

I treated with the jaunt, in hopes that as he was acquainted with the

customs of the country, and the different ways of travelling in it, he

would save us much trouble, and some expence: but I was much

disappointed. Some persons at Nice offered to lay wagers that he would

return by himself from Italy; but they were also disappointed.

We embarked in the beginning of September, attended by one servant. The

heats, which render travelling dangerous in Italy, begin to abate at

this season. The weather was extremely agreeable; and if I had

postponed my voyage a little longer, I foresaw that I should not be

able to return before winter: in which case I might have found the sea

too rough, and the weather too cold for a voyage of one hundred and

thirty-five miles in an open boat.

Having therefore provided myself with a proper pass, signed and sealed

by our consul, as well as with letters of recommendation from him to

the English consuls at Genoa and Leghorn, a precaution which I would

advise all travellers to take, in case of meeting with accidents on the

road, we went on board about ten in the morning, stopped about half an

hour at a friend's country-house in the bay of St. Hospice, and about

noon entered the harbour of Monaco, where the patron was obliged to pay

toll, according to the regulation which I have explained in a former

letter. This small town, containing about eight or nine hundred souls,

besides the garrison, is built on a rock which projects into the sea,

and makes a very romantic appearance. The prince's palace stands in the

most conspicuous part, with a walk of trees before it. The apartments

are elegantly furnished, and adorned with some good pictures. The

fortifications are in good repair, and the place is garrisoned by two

French battalions. The present prince of Monaco is a Frenchman, son of

the duke Matignon who married the heiress of Monaco, whose name was

Grimaldi. The harbour is well sheltered from the wind; but has not

water sufficient to admit vessels of any great burthen. Towards the

north, the king of Sardinia's territories extend to within a mile of

the gate; but the prince of Monaco can go upon his own ground along

shore about five or six miles to the eastward, as far as Menton,

another small town, which also belongs to him, and is situated on the

seaside. His revenues are computed at a million of French livres,

amounting to something more than forty thousand pounds sterling: but,

the principality of Monaco, consisting of three small towns, and an

inconsiderable tract of barren rock, is not worth above seven thousand

a year; the rest arises from his French estate. This consists partly of

the dutchy of Matignon, and partly of the dutchy of Valentinois, which

last was given to the ancestors of this prince of Monaco, in the year

1640, by the French king, to make up the loss of some lands in the

kingdom of Naples, which were confiscated when he expelled the Spanish

garrison from Monaco, and threw himself into the arms of France: so

that he is duke of Valentinois as well as of Matignon, in that kingdom.

He lives almost constantly in France; and has taken the name and arms

of Grimaldi.

The Genoese territories begin at Ventimiglia, another town lying on the

coast, at the distance of twenty miles from Nice, a circumstance from

which it borrows the name. Having passed the towns of Monaco, Menton,

Ventimiglia, and several other places of less consequence that lie

along this coast, we turned the point of St. Martin with a favourable

breeze, and might have proceeded twenty miles further before night: but

the women began to be sick, as well as afraid at the roughness of the

water; Mr. R-- was so discomposed, that he privately desired the patron

to put ashore at St. Remo, on pretence that we should not find a

tolerable auberge in any other place between this and Noli, which was

at the distance of forty miles. We accordingly landed, and were

conducted to the poste, which our gondeliere assured us was the best

auberge in the whole Riviera of Genoa. We ascended by a dark, narrow,

steep stair, into a kind of public room, with a long table and benches,

so dirty and miserable, that it would disgrace the worst hedge

ale-house in England. Not a soul appeared to receive us. This is a

ceremony one must not expect to meet with in France; far less in Italy.

Our patron going into the kitchen, asked a servant if the company could

have lodging in the house; and was answered, "he could not tell: the

patron was not at home." When he desired to know where the patron was,

the other answered, "he was gone to take the air." E andato a

passeggiare. In the mean time, we were obliged to sit in the common

room among watermen and muleteers. At length the landlord arrived, and

gave us to understand, that he could accommodate us with chambers. In

that where I lay, there was just room for two beds, without curtains or

bedstead, an old rotten table covered with dried figs, and a couple of

crazy chairs. The walls had been once white-washed: but were now hung

with cobwebs, and speckled with dirt of all sorts; and I believe the

brick-floor had not been swept for half a century. We supped in an

outward room suitable in all respects to the chamber, and fared

villainously. The provision was very ill-dressed, and served up in the

most slovenly manner. You must not expect cleanliness or conveniency of

any kind in this country. For this accommodation I payed as much as if

I had been elegantly entertained in the best auberge of France or Italy.

Next day, the wind was so high that we could not prosecute our voyage,

so that we were obliged to pass other four and twenty hours in this

comfortable situation. Luckily Mr. R-- found two acquaintances in the

place; one a Franciscan monk, a jolly fellow; and the other a maestro

di capella, who sent a spinnet to the inn, and entertained us agreeably

with his voice and performance, in both of which accomplishments he

excelled. The padre was very good humoured, and favoured us with a

letter of recommendation to a friend of his, a professor in the

university of Pisa. You would laugh to see the hyperbolical terms in

which he mentioned your humble servant; but Italy is the native country

of hyperbole.

St. Remo is a pretty considerable town, well-built upon the declivity

of a gently rising hill, and has a harbour capable of receiving small

vessels, a good number of which are built upon the beach: but ships of

any burden are obliged to anchor in the bay, which is far from being

secure. The people of St. Remo form a small republic, which is subject

to Genoa.

They enjoyed particular privileges, till the year 1753, when in

consequence of a new gabelle upon salt, they revolted: but this effort

in behalf of liberty did not succeed. They were soon reduced by the

Genoese, who deprived them of all their privileges, and built a fort by

the sea-side, which serves the double purpose of defending the harbour

and over-awing the town. The garrison at present does not exceed two

hundred men. The inhabitants are said to have lately sent a deputation

to Ratisbon, to crave the protection of the diet of the empire. There

is very little plain ground in this neighbourhood; but the hills are

covered with oranges, lemons, pomegranates, and olives, which produce a

considerable traffic in fine fruit and excellent oil. The women of St.

Remo are much more handsome and better tempered than those of Provence.

They have in general good eyes, with open ingenuous countenances. Their

dress, though remarkable, I cannot describe: but upon the whole, they

put me in mind of some portraits I have seen, representing the females

of Georgia and Mingrelia.

On the third day, the wind being abated, though still unfavourable, we

reimbarked and rowed along shore, passing by Porto-mauricio, and

Oneglia; then turning the promontory called Capo di Melle, we proceeded

by Albenga, Finale, and many other places of inferior note.

Portomauricio is seated on a rock washed by the sea, but indifferently

fortified, with an inconsiderable harbour, which none but very small

vessels can enter. About two miles to the eastward is Oneglia, a small

town with fortifications, lying along the open beach, and belonging to

the king of Sardinia. This small territory abounds with olive-trees,

which produce a considerable quantity of oil, counted the best of the

whole Riviera. Albenga is a small town, the see of a bishop, suffragan

to the archbishop of Genoa. It lies upon the sea, and the country

produces a great quantity of hemp. Finale is the capital of a

marquisate belonging to the Genoese, which has been the source of much

trouble to the republic; and indeed was the sole cause of their rupture

with the king of Sardinia and the house of Austria in the year 1745.

The town is pretty well built; but the harbour is shallow, open, and

unsafe; nevertheless, they built a good number of tartans and other

vessels on the beach and the neighbouring country abounds with oil and

fruit, particularly with those excellent apples called pomi carli,

which I have mentioned in a former letter.

In the evening we reached the Capo di Noli, counted very dangerous in

blowing weather. It is a very high perpendicular rock or mountain

washed by the sea, which has eaten into it in divers places, so as to

form a great number of caverns. It extends about a couple of miles, and

in some parts is indented into little creeks or bays, where there is a

narrow margin of sandy beach between it and the water. When the wind is

high, no feluca will attempt to pass it; even in a moderate breeze, the

waves dashing against the rocks and caverns, which echo with the sound,

make such an awful noise, and at the same time occasion such a rough

sea, as one cannot hear, and see, and feel, without a secret horror.

On this side of the Cape, there is a beautiful strand cultivated like a

garden; the plantations extend to the very tops of the hills,

interspersed with villages, castles, churches, and villas. Indeed the

whole Riviera is ornamented in the same manner, except in such places

as admit of no building nor cultivation.

Having passed the Cape, we followed the winding of the coast, into a

small bay, and arrived at the town of Noli, where we proposed to pass

the night. You will be surprised that we did not go ashore sooner, in

order to take some refreshment; but the truth is, we had a provision of

ham, tongues, roasted pullets, cheese, bread, wine, and fruit, in the

feluca, where we every day enjoyed a slight repast about one or two

o'clock in the afternoon. This I mention as a necessary piece of

information to those who may be inclined to follow the same route. We

likewise found it convenient to lay in store of l'eau de vie, or

brandy, for the use of the rowers, who always expect to share your

comforts. On a meagre day, however, those ragamuffins will rather die

of hunger than suffer the least morsel of flesh-meat to enter their

mouths. I have frequently tried the experiment, by pressing them to eat

something gras, on a Friday or Saturday: but they always declined it

with marks of abhorrence, crying, Dio me ne libere! God deliver me from

it! or some other words to that effect. I moreover observed, that not

one of those fellows ever swore an oath, or spoke an indecent word.

They would by no means put to sea, of a morning, before they had heard

mass; and when the wind was unfavourable, they always set out with a

hymn to the Blessed Virgin, or St. Elmo, keeping time with their oars

as they sung. I have indeed remarked all over this country, that a man

who transgresses the institutions of the church in these small matters,

is much more infamous than one who has committed the most flagrant

crimes against nature and morality. A murderer, adulterer, or s--m--te,

will obtain easy absolution from the church, and even find favour with

society; but a man who eats a pidgeon on a Saturday, without express

licence, is avoided and abhorred, as a monster of reprobation. I have

conversed with several intelligent persons on the subject; and have

reason to believe, that a delinquent of this sort is considered as a

luke-warm catholic, little better than a heretic; and of all crimes

they look upon heresy as the most damnable.

Noli is a small republic of fishermen subject to Genoa; but very

tenacious of their privileges. The town stands on the beach, tolerably

well built, defended by a castle situated on a rock above it; and the

harbour is of little consequence. The auberge was such as made us

regret even the inn we had left at St. Remo. After a very odd kind of

supper, which I cannot pretend to describe, we retired to our repose:

but I had not been in bed five minutes, when I felt something crawling

on different parts of my body, and taking a light to examine, perceived

above a dozen large bugs. You must know I have the same kind of

antipathy to these vermin, that some persons have to a cat or breast of

veal. I started up immediately, and wrapping myself in a great coat,

sick as I was, laid down in the outer room upon a chest, where I

continued till morning.

One would imagine that in a mountainous country like this, there should

be plenty of goats; and indeed, we saw many flocks of them feeding

among the rocks, yet we could not procure half a pint of milk for our

tea, if we had given the weight of it in gold. The people here have no

idea of using milk, and when you ask them for it, they stand gaping

with a foolish face of surprise, which is exceedingly provoking. It is

amazing that instinct does not teach the peasants to feed their

children with goat's milk, so much more nourishing and agreeable than

the wretched sustenance on which they live. Next day we rowed by Vado

and Savona, which last is a large town, with a strong citadel, and a

harbour, which was formerly capable of receiving large ships: but it

fell a sacrifice to the jealousy of the Genoese, who have partly

choaked it up, on pretence that it should not afford shelter to the

ships of war belonging to those states which might be at enmity with

the republic.

Then we passed Albifola, Sestri di Ponente, Novi, Voltri, and a great

number of villages, villas, and magnificent palaces belonging to the

Genoese nobility, which form almost a continued chain of buildings

along the strand for thirty miles.

About five in the afternoon, we skirted the fine suburbs of St. Pietro

d' Arena, and arrived at Genoa, which makes a dazzling appearance when

viewed from the sea, rising like an amphitheatre in a circular form

from the water's edge, a considerable way up the mountains, and

surrounded on the land side by a double wall, the most exterior of

which is said to extend fifteen miles in circuit. The first object that

strikes your eye at a distance, is a very elegant pharos, or

lighthouse, built on the projection of a rock on the west side of the

harbour, so very high, that, in a clear day, you may see it at the

distance of thirty miles. Turning the light-house point, you find

yourself close to the mole, which forms the harbour of Genoa. It is

built at a great expence from each side of the bay, so as to form in

the sea two long magnificent jettes. At the extremity of each is

another smaller lanthorn. These moles are both provided with

brass-cannon, and between them is the entrance into the harbour. But

this is still so wide as to admit a great sea, which, when the wind

blows hard from south and south-west, is very troublesome to the

shipping. Within the mole there is a smaller harbour or wet dock,

called Darsena, for the gallies of the republic. We passed through a

considerable number of ships and vessels lying at anchor, and landing

at the water-gate, repaired to an inn called La Croix de Malthe in the

neighbourhood of the harbour. Here we met with such good entertainment

as prepossessed us in favour of the interior parts of Italy, and

contributed with other motives to detain us some days in this city. But

I have detained you so long, that I believe you wish I may proceed no

farther; and therefore I take my leave for the present, being very

sincerely-- Yours.

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