Ischia in the gulf of Naples E-Book

Raffaele Castagna

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Beschreibung

Ischia is the largest island in the Bay of Naples. The Castle, built by Alphonso V of Aragon in the fifteenth century, is distant 16 miles from the Punta di Posillipo, and 20 miles from the Mole of Naples; it is famous in Italian annals for its long association with the noble poetess Vittoria Colonna, Marchioness of Pescara. Mount Epomeo, the Epopos of the Greeks, the Epopeus of the Latin poets, rises near the centre of the island. The ancient fable made Ischia the bed of Typhoeus. Ischia, called Aenaria, Inarime, and Pithecusa by the ancients, was populated in earliest times by a colony composed partly of Erythraeans and partly of Chalcidicans: they fixed their home where now stands the village of Lacco Ameno, one of the most beautifully picturesque of the whole island. Strabo, Pliny, Statius and other authors mention the therapeutic virtues of the hot springs of Ischia. The number of foreigners, travellers and Neapolitan gentlemen attending Ischia is very considerable.

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Contents

Part one

Ortelius Abraham

Alan Ross

Charles Lyell

Principles of Geology, London, 1830

Willam and Robert Chambers

Recollections of Ischia

Halvdan Koht

The life of Ibsen, 1971

William Hamilton

Henry James Johnston-Lavis

Preliminary Notice of the Earthquake of 1881 in the Island of Ischia

Preliminary Notice on the Earthquake of July 1883 in the Island of Ischia

Part two

Thomas Hoby

The Travels and Life of Sir Thomas Hoby, Knight, 1547-1564

Lithgow William

Travels and voyages through Europe, Asia and Africa for nineteen years, Edinburgh 1770

George Berkeley

The Works of George Berkeley in four volumes, vol. IV, 1871

George Newenham Wright

Shores and Islands of the Mediterranean (ca. 1840)

The Castle and Rock of Ischia

Charles Dickens

Pictures from Italy (1846)

James Fenimore Cooper

Excursions in Italy (1838)

Charles Mac Farlane

Hail Basil

Ischia - Ascent of Epomeo

Marguerite Power Farmer Gardiner, Countess of Blessington

The Idler in Italy (1839)

Mark Twain

The Innocents abroad

Norman Douglas

Summer Islands

Ischia : Isle of Typhoeus (1931)

Part three

The annual register or a view of the history, politics and literature for the year 1772, London 1773

Handbook for travellers in Southern Italy - 1853

ISCHIA

The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, Juny, 28, 1834

Island of Ischia

Thomas W. S. Jones

The earthquake of Casamicciola, July 28, 1883, published 1885

Itinerary and description of the Island of Ischia

Part four

Edward Lear

A Book of Nonsense (1846)

John Richard Digby Beste

ISCHIA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Birds of Passage

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ode to Naples (1820)

Part five

T. Adolphus Trollope

Vittoria Colonna

Mrs. Henry Roscoe, 1812-1852

Herbert M. Vaugham, 1870-1948

Castle of Ischia and Vittoria Colonna

Landmarks

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Title : Ischia in the gulf of Naples

A general collection of travellers and writers mentioning the Island

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Part one

Description

Topografy

Geology

History

Ortelius Abraham

Flemish cartographer and geographer, 1528-1598

1. The Isle of Ischia

2. That this Island was formerly called Aenaria, Arima, Inarima and Pithecusa has been sufficiently witnessed by Homerus, Aristoteles, Strabo, Plinius, Virgilius, Ovidius and other good writers. Now it is called Ischia after the name of the city here, built upon the top of a hill in a shape somewhat resembling a Hucklebone, as Hermolius Barbarus testifies, or alternatively after the strength and defensibility of the place, as Volaterranus thinks

3. Although it seems certain that these are just synonyms for one and the same island, yet Mela, Livius and Strabo seem to take Aenaria and Pithecusa to be two distinct islands. As also Ovidius seems to do in these verses: Inarimen Prochitamq. legit, steriliq. locatas Colle Pithecusas, habitantum nomine dictas, (that is: By Inarime he sails, by Prochyte island, by barren Pithecuse, a town on top of a lofty crag, where wily Apes roam). Where by Pithecusas he means, as I think, the city anciently (as also now) of the same name as the whole island.

4. Although it can now be seen to be joined to the Island, yet in former times it was called Gerunda, and it was separated from and not joined to the isle, as Pontanus, a trustworthy man, says in the second book which he wrote on the wars of Naples. There he says that in his time it was joined to the island by a road made between them. Prochita, not far distant from there, (about which Plinius writes that it was separasted from Pithecusa) shows that it was sometimes joined to and sometimes not joined to this Island.

5. The same author says (as approved by Strabo) that all of this was cut off from the mainland and was part of cape Miseno. This is confirmed by Pontanus whom we mentioned before i n his sixth bopok in these words: That Aenaria, he says, was cut off from the mainland is proved by many things, namely. The torn rocks, The hollow ground full of caves, The nature of the soil which is like that on the mainland, namely lean, dry and issuing hot springs and fountains.

6. It breeds flaming fires in the middle of the earth, for which reason it is manifest that it contains much Alum. Andreas Baccius in his famous book on the Baths of the whole world writes that this island resembles Campania (of which it was once a part) not only with respect to the fertility of its soil, but also for the likeness and similitude of its baths.

7. Erythrceus, basing himself on the 9th book of Virgilius’ Aeneiads thinks that it was called Arima after a kind of people or beasts with that name, and that Virgilius was the first, when he translated the expression of Homerus “in Greek script” ein arimois after the Ionian preposition “in Greek script” ein and arimois, altering the declension and number, who made up the new word Inarime.

8. And as the same Plinius reports, it was called Aenaria after the ships of Aeneas which were put into the harbour here, & Pithecusa, not after the great number of Apes here, but after Tun-makers shops or warehouses. But this is a view which the same Erythrceus in the place mentioned before exerts himself to deny as being not altogether according to the truth because he has not read in any author about barrels being made there.

9. Yet, Servius in my judgment seems, following the 6th book of Virgilius Aeneads cited, to side with Plinius where he says that near Cumoea there was a certain place named Doliola (which means, if we interpret it, Tuns). And it is more likely that this Island should take its name from that place with which it was once united, according to the opinion of these good authors, rather than from apes (for I do not believe the fable of Ovidius) of which beasts there are none here, nor ever there were.

10. That this island from the beginning has been subjected to earthquakes, flames of fire and hot waters often breaking forth, we know for sure from Strabo and Plinius. The mountain which Strabo calls Epomeus and Plinius Epopos, now they call it St. Nicolas mount, is supposed to have burned internally at the bottom for the same reason, and being shaken by earthquakes, to have cast great flakes of fire now and then.

11. As a result, it is here that the fable arose about Typhon the giant (about whom you may have read in Homerus, Virgilius, Silius Italicus (who calls him Iapetes), Lucanus and others), as the same Strabo says, who they guess to lie underneath this hill, and to breathe out fire and water. It has been shown conclusively that it (this island) is wonderfully fertile by recent writers, such as Io. Elysius, Franciscus Lombardus, Joannes Pontanus, Solenander, Andreas Baccius and particularly by Iasolinus, the author of this map. He lists in it, next to the 18 natural baths about which others have written, there are 35 other baths, first discovered by himself.

12. Besides these baths, the same author mentions 19 stoves or hothouses (fumarolas they call them) and 5 “areas with” medicinal sands, excellent for health through its drying of raw hunours. About this fire in the bowels of the earth, Aristoteles in his book on the Miracles of Nature says that there are certain stoves which burn with a fiery kind of force and exceedingly fervent heat, and yet they never burst in to flames.

13. But Elysius, Pandulphus and Pontanus report to the contrary. There is a place on this Island of Ischia, about a mile from the city with the same name, which, because of the raging fire that burnt here in the time in the Charles II in the year 1301 is now called Cremate. For here the bowels of the earth opened up and by the flashing fire that flamed out, a great part of it was consumed to such an extent that a small village that was first burned down, was at last utterly swallowed. And casting huge stones up into the air, mixed with smoke, fire and dust, which coming down by their own weight and violence scattered here and there on the ground, and turned a most fertile and pleasant island into a waste and desolate one.

14. This fire continued to burn for two months, so that many, both men and beasts, were destroyed by it, and the fire forced many to take themselves and their belonging either to the adjacent islands or to the mainland. Yet this island is for many things very fruitful, for it has excellent good wines of various kinds, like that which they call Greek wine, Roman and Sorbinian wine and Cauda caballi “horse tail”.

15. It produces good corn around mount St. Nicholas (mount Epomeus). On this island the Cedar, Pome-lemon and the Quince tree grow everywhere in great numbers. Alume and Brimstone are found deep within the earth. It has for a very long time had some veins of gold, as Strabo and Elysius have written, and it still has gold, as Iasolinus says. Around its hill (commonly called Monte Ligoro) there is a great abundance of pheasants, hares, rabbits and other wild beasts.

16. Near cape St. Angeli they catch much fish, and also find much Coral. Not far from there is the harbour Ficus or Fichera where the water boils so hot that meat or fish is boiled in it very quickly, and yet it has a pleasant taste and is very savoury. There is a fountain which they call Nitroli which is admirable because of its great virtues to cure certain diseases, but also, if you put flax into it, it will turn it white as snow within three days at the most.

17. The author of this Map says that this isle for its size, good climate, fertility of its soil, metal mines and strong wines surpasses the other 25 islands which there are in the bay of Naples. Between the foreland Aeus, and the other one named Cephalino there is a large cave that is a safe harbour for ships, especially for pinnacles and other such small ships. It is likely that Aeneas landed here, about which Ovidius speaks, as also Pompeius when he sailed from Sicilia to Puteoli. Appianus writes about this in the 5th book of his Civil wars.

18. On same island, opposite Cumoe, there is a lake that is always full of Sea gulls or Fen ducks which are very profitable for the inhabitants. The words of Plinius, speaking about this island, are worth noting. On this island, he says, a whole town sunk. And at another occasion, as the result of an earthquake, the firm land became a standing pool, stagnum he calls it (although anciently printed copies have statinas instead of stagnum, in which place the learned Scaliger would have preferred to find stativas, meaning standing waters).

19. The same Plinius has recorded that if one here cuts down a Cedar tree, it will shoot forth and bud again. Livius says that the Chalcidenses of Euboea were the first to inhabit this island, but Strabo says the first inhabitants were the Eretrienses. But these also came from the isle of Euboea. I think that Athenoeus in his 9th book means this island, although he does not mention it, which he says he saw (as the sailed from Dicoearchia to Naples) being inhabited by a few men, but full of rabbits.

20. There is also near this island the isle of Prochyta, an island so named not after Aeneas’ nurse, but because it was profusa ab Aenaria, severed from Aenaria or, as Strabo writes in his 5th book, from Pithecusae. Yet, he has instead (Scipio Mazella in his additions to the volume of Esylius on the Baths of Puteoli) in his 1st book writes that it was separated from Miseno, but both may be true, for one as well as the other may have been torn from the mainland by inundations and tempestuous storms.

21. The poets pretend that Minas the giant lies under this Island, as Typhon lies under Ischia. Silius Italicus: Apparet Prochita saevum sortita. About which Horatius writes to Calliope in his 3rd book of Poems. Andreas Baccius writes about this isle like this: It is a small isle, he says, but very pleasant, rich with metals and hot baths, yet, because of its continuous fires which the continuous tides of the sea kindle in it, as Strabo writes, it was never much inhabited. It still retains its ancient name, for they now call it Procida. About this island you may read more in Scipio Mazella in his additions to the volume of Elysius on the Baths of Puteoli.

Alan Ross

The Gulf of pleasure, 1951

The town of Porto d’Ischia is in reality two separate places, different in function, in architecture and in date. The beautiful, circular harbour which was originally completely bounded by rocks and formed a lake, was opened under Bourbon rule in 1853 by cutting away a narrow strip of rock. The whole of the modern town and harbour dates from this period and reflects its twin occupations—fishing and the summer tourist trade. Lovely old two and three-masted fishing boats lie alongside fast, new motorboats and all the way up the hill to the pinewoods, over the Punta San Pietro, villas and hotels, a string of light at night, adjoin one another with terraced gardens dropping their buff edges on the shore. But only here and at Casamicciola is there any impression of a special façade put up for visitors though it is still, for the moment anyway, unostentatious, and the whole coastfront to the castello has a lazy romanticism that the smart beach, and its smoothly-tailored occupants, never quite destroy. The old town, which is early sixteenth century, has narrow, honeycomb streets in the Genoese fashion, a special, rather dingy beach of its own - the Spiaggia dei Pescatori - and is austerely, a little dirtily, beautiful. The houses are painted in delicate washed pink, blue and yellow, a wash which has run down the walls and round the windows into enormous tearstains. During the heat of the day, its refuse crawling with flies, the narrow alleys fester and smell, but in the evening, when houses glow, the sea levelled into a meringue-coloured, foamy strip, the whole population, the buildings themselves, seem released. Lights come out singly in windows doubled on water; small bulbs burn over complacent religious effigies inset under leaking harbour walls. Old women, barely visible in the darkness, crouch over their doorsteps, children asleep like weights round them, and the whole length of the narrow bridge to the castle is lined with old fishermen sitting and smoking in silence on the walls, wrinkled clay like their pipes.

At the end of the bridge the Aragonese Castle straggles down from the top of an enormous rock, the decaying buildings jutting unsteadily over sheer drops. The Castle, even the shell that remains, is magnificently imposing, but a little top-heavy, almost sinister, like too big a head. Approaching it by boat, you go over patches of sharp green water with rocks laid out like continens, needing constant attention, just below the surface. The water immediately under the raw, dun-coloured hump of rock is extremely deep and of a starding transparency so that, looking down, one seems to be invading its privacy, too close to its naked depths. Landng, you enter unter a small bridge tacked on the end of the causeway that joins the old port onto the castello. The road up is steep and winding, going through tunnels lit with electric candles that burn over images of saints with faces like tailors’ dummie; the n the tunnels branch into rooms on either side, strewn with rusted tins and straw, the floorboards rotting, but with sea spread out in thick blue-green streamers below and the mauve shapes of Capri and Procida, like ships at anchor, visible through the slit windows.

Little of the original castle, built by Alphonso I of Aragon, still remains. (...)

Casamicciola has a main street, bordered with oleander and palms, running in a straight line along the sea’s edge. On the landward side, several hundred yards of shops, every fifth or sixth separated by narrow lanes running up and losing themselves in the hills, curve round eventually into a piazza, so that the whole town is L-shaped- an effect increased by the pier that runs out from the main square some hundred yards into the sea.

The piazza itself has three or four cafes facing each other uneasily through trees, a taxi rank and a space for carriages. From here everything and everybody can be, and are, observed; the two or three daily buses, the Naples steamer, the arrival of fishing vessels and motorboats. Beyond the quay, the small bathing beach, a litter of upturned boats, while the road curves round a slight point, under cliffs hollowed into wine cellars, towards Lacco Ameno.

Each Ischian town has a bay of its own, a ridge of hills, and a headland that separates them from one another. So that though none of them are more than five miles apart - most of them about two - they seem each to have a distinctive atmos­phere, a private character. (...)

Forio is the second town of Ischia, the industrial capital though the furthest from Naples. Lacking a good hotel, it is also the least visited. Yet it is the one really indigenous town in the island, where the inhabitants seem to live for themselves, rather than for other people. The Forians have a life of their own, a working life that is related to the general history and commerce of Italy.

For, on the whole, people come to Forio to live. That is something one doesn’t feel abou any other Ischian town. (...)

We reached Fontana just as the sun slipped like a lozenge into the sea. Fontana is the highest point reached by the main road; from then on there is only a direct route up the mountain. It was steep, arid going, almost unrelieved by trees or vegetation. Occasionally we passed a peasant’s disused, crumbling cottage, blurred like a sepulchre in the fading light; half-way up there were remains of a viaduct; then only the path parting the colourless scrub. It grew perceptibly colder, the air clean and sweet after the coast. Below us a few lights glimmered at various levels of the hill; at the bottom Sant’ Angelo glowed, like a stationary railway carriage, the sea a pale wash in its lights.

We began the last stage of the climb in near darkness. The gaunt, ragged outline of Epomeo, its double peak suspended unreally over us, seemed to come near, then retreat into night. We had the impression of far greater height than actually existed - probably because we had made a direct climb from sea-level. Already the gulf was like a military table-map. The coastline round the arms of the bay seemed flat, a flicker of lights at the sea’s edge. The guides pushed doggedly on ahead of us, their red woollen caps just visible as they turned to shout throatily at the mules who by now had slowed down, exaggerating their tiredness. We began to be glad of our extra jerseys.

The last few hundred yards were through flatter, grey scrub, a mountain narrowing acutely into a forked peak. The path suddenly wound out of undergrowth onto an open, unfinished- looking stump of rock, with, at one end built into it, an oblong stone building.

We emerged into buffeting wind, from the quiet protective-ness of the mountain’s barrier into noise and a kind of exposed finality. A huge door, just beneath the jagged crag of the summit, opened into a labyrinth of dark passages; immediately to its right, lights were burning in a small chapel whose door was open.

As we dismounted, a tonsured, slight figure wearing a brown habit came out of the chapel.

Charles Lyell

British lawyer and geologist, 1797-1875

Principles of Geology, London, 1830

Early convulsions in the Island of Ischia —The Neapolitan volcanos extend from Vesuvius, through the Phlegraean Fields, to Pro­cida, and Ischia, in a somewhat linear arrangement, ranging from the north-east to the south-west. Within the space above limited, the volcanic force is sometimes developed in single eruptions from a considerable number of irregularly scattered points; but a great part of its action has been confined to one principal and ha­bitual vent, Vesuvius or Somma. Before the Christian era, from the remotest periods of which we have a ny tradition, this principal vent was in a state of inactivity. But terrific convulsions then took place from time to time in Ischia (Pithecusa), and seem to have extended to the neighbouring isle of Procida (Prochyta); for Strabomentions a story of Procida having been torn asunder from Ischia; and Pliny derives its name from its having been poured forth by an eruption from Ischia.

The present circumference of Ischia along the water’s edge is eighteen miles, its length from west to east about five, and its breadth from north to south three miles. Several Greek colonies which settled there before the Christian era were compelled to abandon it in consequence of the violence of the eruptions. First the Erythraeans, and afterwards the Chalcidians, are mentioned as having been driven out by earthquakes and igneous exhalations. A colony was afterwards established by Hiero, king of Syracuse, about 380 years before the Christian era ; but when they had built a fortress, they were compelled by an eruption to fly, and never again returned. Strabo tells us that Timeus recorded a tradition, that, a little before his time, Epomeus, the principal mountain in the centre of the island, vomited fire during great earthquakes; that the land between it and the coast had ejected much fiery matter, which flowed into the sea, and that the sea receded for the distance of three stadia, and then returning, overflowed the island. This eruption is supposed by some to have been that which formed the crater of Monte Corvo on one of the higher flanks of Epomeo, above Foria, the lava-current of which may still be traced, by aid of the scoria on its surface, from the crater to the sea.