I have never seen anything finer.

Ascending the Quirinal they made it a mount of light.

Bengal fires were thrown up, which cast their red and white light on the noble Greek figures of men and horses that reign over it.

The Pope appeared on his balcony; the crowd shouted three vivas; he extended his arms; the crowd fell on their knees and received his benediction; he retired, and the torches were extinguished, and the multitude dispersed in an instant.
The same week came the natal day of Rome.

A great dinner was given at the Baths of Titus, in the open air.