(Homeric Hymn.) The isle which Zanoni had selected was one of the loveliest in that divine sea.

His abode, at some distance from the city, but near one of the creeks on the shore, belonged to a Venetian, and, though small, had more of elegance than the natives ordinarily cared for.

On the seas, and in sight, rode his vessel.

His Indians, as before, ministered in mute gravity to the service of the household.

No spot could be more beautiful,--no solitude less invaded.