To the left was a bright lawn, with trees here and there, and villas dotted about.  Some houses extend along the shore to the right, while an old-fashioned looking street runs up the hill.  We observed large quantities of slabs of stone, which are quarried from the hills in the neighbourhood.  The ground beyond the town is completely burrowed, like a huge rabbit-warren, and near the mouth of each quarry are huts and sheds, where the stone, which is brought up in the rough, is worked into shape.  The men, instead of being blackened like coal-miners, are covered with white dust.