By tyrant plants’ (or monarchs’) sway,
Fall crashing down, and in like ruin hurled
Are walls, and stones, and conqu’rors of the world;
Oppressors and oppressed all equal share
The curse inhaled in slavery’s foul air.
Treis boasts a fine church and good inns. Carden is a town of size, and many of the buildings deserve notice, the first is the old toll-house, the landing-place.
Toll-house.
On the hill opposite Carden is a chapel high upon a rock: the road leading to it has at intervals shrines, at which the religious processions halt on their way to the chapel. Through the vineyards inland of the town there is also a road, with shrines at every ten yards; this likewise leads up to a Calvary chapel. Carden, in the number of its religious edifices, surpasses all the other small towns on the river.