They both bathe in the river, and profit (as I am so glad you do).

Not that it's a real river, though it has a name, the _Lima_.

A mere mountain stream, which curls itself up into holes in the rocks to admit of bathing.

Then, as far as they have been able on account of Lytton, they have had riding on donkeys and mountain ponies, Peni as bold as a lion.
[_The last words of the letter, with the signature, have been cut off_] * * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ La Villa, Bagni di Lucca: August 22, [1857].
As you bid me write, my dear friend, about Lytton, I write, but I grieve to say we are still very uneasy about him.

For sixteen days he has been prostrate with this gastric fever, and the disease is not baffled, though the pulse is not high nor the head at all affected.