Mountains not too grand for exquisite verdure, and just kept from touching by the silver finger of a stream.

I have been donkey-riding, and so has Wiedeman.

I even went (to prove to you how well I am) the great excursion to Prato Fiorito, six miles there and six miles back, perpendicularly up and down.

Oh, it almost slew me of course! I could not stir for days after.

But who wouldn't see heaven and die?
Such a vision of divine scenery, such as, in England, the best dreamers do not dream of! As we came near home I said to Mr.Lytton, who was on horseback, 'I am dying.