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clergyman's private apartments, the house is called Casa Chiesa, very appropriately, being now the Church of the English; all of whom are invited to attend, and all do very regularly, except Lord Byron and some of his associates.

Monday, December 17. My sister having spent her first seven months in Italy here, thinks that she has some friends who will rejoice at her return, and condole with her on the absence of those who will return no more. This morning she desired us to go to L, who had been Anny's drawing-master, and consequently much with them. "Five years' interval," she said, "must have made such a change in the growth and appearance of the children, that he will probably not recognise them; but," said she to Richard, " mention your name, and when he hears it, he will rejoice to see you; had he known of our arrival, he would not have let a day pass without coming to us." The walk was pleasant and the distance short, and we were in a few minutes at the door of Signore L whom we found at home. He addressed us as the Italians usually do strangers. "Che commanda Signore?" Richard answered, "Sono il figlio di Cavaliere S. With the same coldness of interrogatory the signor rejoined, "Cosa desiderava ?" Poor Richard, completely at a stand, looked inquiringly at me. "Tell him," I said, "where your mother lives, and that she wishes to see him." He then asked where the little girl was to whom he

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had given lessons in drawing. I answered, " E andata in Paradiso." The intelligence excited no emotion, buta kind of wondring exclamation, “Eh, Eh!" Tuesday. Cavaliere L gaged to instruct Richard in Thursday, December 20.

came, and was en

drawing.

Having heard of the

arrival of our dear friend Mr. William Owen at Leghorn, we went to see him, and on our way passed the Protestant burying-ground, which contains many a white monument. We got out of the carriage that we might contemplate the receptacles of the peaceful remains of those whose days of mourning are over. Why did sad thoughts arise as we wandered from tomb to tomb, and remembered that this must be the end of all living! Here the perishable body moulders into dust while the spirit returns to God who gave it. But have all the souls which were the tenants of these earthly tabernacles made that happy exchange? and are they indeed praising the God who re deemed them? a sad uncertainty must fill the mind of the Christian in contemplating the scene.

At the hotel di San Mario we found Mr. Owen, weak and low, yet looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of his faith; and while the outward man decays, the inner man is renewed day by day. He could not talk much, but what he did say was like himself, peaceful and resigned.

When I parted with him at Rome, I never expected to see him again; and now I know not

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whether I ought to rejoice or grieve that still he lingers in this vale of tears; since for him to have departed, and to be with Christ, would have been great gain, but for all who have taken counsel with him, it is better that he has been so much longer permitted to abide amongst us. In the mean time, the servant of God may rest satisfied that all things are working together for his good; therefore, let patience have her perfect work.

Christmas Day. We attended divine service and the Sacrament administered by Dr. Nott. The mercy of God has again brought us to the celebration of this festival. May our hearts overflow with thanksgiving! The year which is past, has been a of sorrow, but it has also been year of mercy. a year "Come, let us return unto the Lord! for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up." "In the fear of the Lord is strong confidence, and his children shall have a place of refuge."

A few storms, as we journey on our wintry way, will be succeeded by the eternal sunshine of God's unchangeable love! We are quickly pursuing the steps of those who have reached the land of Canaan; and O that whilst we still tarry in the house of our pilgrimage, we could think less of their loss to ourselves, and more of the joy which they have attained at God's right hand for evermore. "Their robes are washed, and made white in the blood of the lamb; therefore are they before the throne of

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God, and serve him day and night in his temple. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

LETTER XLIII.

Pisa, December 26, 1821.

A YOUNG priest, of the name of Damiano, is engaged as a Latin master for Richard. This evening he came for the first time, and walking to a table in the centre of the room, and placing Richard opposite, stood erect; while, with a consequential air and pompous words, he poured forth an oration on the origin of languages, from that spoken by our first parents, Adam and Eve, to the confusion of tongues at the Tower of Babel, and from thence to their being spread over the whole inhabited globe. His discourse lasted so long, that we were all nearly asleep, and he looked in vain for applause from his wearied auditors.

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He must have left us with a very contemptuous opinion of our intellectual capacity, for that, undoubtedly, would be called in question by an Italian, rather than any deficiency in his own powers.

Saturday, December 29. The air is mild as a summer's day, one of our party sat before an open window writing letters.

January 1, 1822. Every evening we enjoy the splendour of a glorious setting sun, which sheds a long train of light over the Lung Arno, and appears under the arch of the bridge like a great ball of fire.

There are a number of the despised race at Pisa, for despised the Jews are here, as every where else. They have a superstition, that when a dead body is carried out for interment, if a dog pass under the bier, the funeral must be postponed for the day, and the body is conveyed back from whence it was brought. The mob take pleasure in hunting dogs in such a direction as to make them pass under the bier, as soon as they discover the Jew's funeral procession.

January 3. Signor Sassetti paid us a visit, and told us that the nobles had put off, because of the indisposition of the prince, a ball which they were to have given; "last Sunday," he added, "he merrily danced at the court ball."

Friday, January 4. This was to have been the day of the ball; and this morning the young prince died! "In the midst of life we are in death."