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1847. for a moment, drew his fingers through his hair, then fried
Air. 43. to reproduce the verse, but there came forth another cast of
rhymes. His last verse, which drew tears from those around:
was translated to me, and conveyed this sentiment: * Whe?
you go back to England, say yon found Italy a corpse bu
npon it was planted a green branch, which will one day
flower again and bring forth fruit.” The dinner went off with
great spirit, and, remembering that we were sitting 80 neat
the walls of the Vatican, I thought it the most cheerin8
proof of the wide-spread sympathy for Free Trade principles
that I had seen in the course of all my travels.”
“ February 11th.—Called on Prince Corsini, Colonel
Caldwell, Lord Ossulston, then to the Corso again, to join in
the fun of the Carnival, streets more crowded than ever with
carriages and masquers, the English everywhere and alway?
the most uproarious. If there be any excess of boistero®”
ness visible, it is ten to one that it proceeds from the Eng”
lish or other foreigners. The Italians do little more the”
sxchange bouquets or little bonbons in a very quiets
graceful way, throwing them to each other from the
carriages or balconies, hut the English shovel upon each
other the chalk confetiis, with all the zeal and energy of
navigators. It is quite certain that a carnival in England
would not pass over so peaceably as here; people would
begin with sugar-plums, and go on to apples and orange®
‘hen proceed to potatoes, and end probably with stones.”
“ Rome, February 12th.—Called on Mr, Hemans, son of the
poetess, who is editing the Roman Advertiser, an English
weekly paper, and gave him a copy of my speech. The”
accompanied Prince Canino in an open carriage to 8¢°
the foxhounds throw off in the Campagna, beyond the tom?
of Cecilia Metella; the hounds drew the ruins of aqueduct?
and tombs, under the direction of ‘Dick’ and Georg?
the whippers-in, in regular Melton style, but not findinf