Quarantine Ground.

City there; terrace gardens blushing with the bella donna.

Here, Porto Fino.

Stand out for Leghorn.

Out again for Civita Vecchia, so away to--hey! there's no room for Naples;' he had got to the wall by this time; 'but it's all one; it's in there!' He remained on his knees, looking up at his fellow-prisoner with a lively look for a prison.