text:  We pass on to--"Not long ago I was slowly _descending_ this very bit of carriage road the first turn after you leave Albano;--it had been wild weather when I left Rome and all across the Campagna the clouds were sweeping in sulphurous blue with a clap of thunder or two and breaking gleams of sun along the Claudian aqueduct lighting up the infinity of its arches like the bridge of Chaos