NOV. 2, 1857.
MOUNTAINS are less inert than men.
Vesuvius blazes forth agen;
He has borne more, for fewer years,
Than every soul about him bears.
I know what victim would appease
The Spirit of Empedocles.
How joyous would be then the roar
Across the bay from shore to shore:
Tremendous the accord would be
Of those insurgents, fire and sea.
No human victim should it cost,
Only a Bourbon at the most.