PETER'S .-- PIUS IX.

AND HIS MEASURES .-- POPULAR ENTHUSIASM .-- PUBLIC DINNER AT THE BATHS OF TITUS .-- AUSTRIAN JEALOUSY .-- THE "CONTEMPORANEO." Rome, May, 1847.
There is very little that I can like to write about Italy.

Italy is beautiful, worthy to be loved and embraced, not talked about.

Yet I remember well that, when afar, I liked to read what was written about her; now, all thought of it is very tedious.
The traveller passing along the beaten track, vetturinoed from inn to inn, ciceroned from gallery to gallery, thrown, through indolence, want of tact, or ignorance of the language, too much into the society of his compatriots, sees the least possible of the country; fortunately, it is impossible to avoid seeing a great deal.

The great features of the part pursue and fill the eye.
Yet I find that it is quite out of the question to know Italy; to say anything of her that is full and sweet, so as to convey any idea of her spirit, without long residence, and residence in the districts untouched by the scorch and dust of foreign invasion (the invasion of the _dilettanti_ I mean), and without an intimacy of feeling, an abandonment to the spirit of the place, impossible to most Americans.
They retain too much, of their English blood; and the travelling English, as a class, seem to me the most unseeing of all possible animals.