My doctor opened his eyes to see me yesterday so right in looks and ways.

But we spend the winter in Rome, because the great guns of the revolution (and even the small daggers) will be safer to encounter than any sort of tramontana.

To tell you the truth, dearest friend, there have been moments when I have 'despaired of the republic'-- that is, doubted much whether I should ever be quite well again; I mean as tolerably well as it is my normal state to be.

So severe the attack was altogether.
As to political affairs, I will use the word of Penini's music-master when asked the other day how they went on--'_Divinamente_,' said he.
Things are certainly going _divinamente_.

I observe that, while politicians by profession, by the way, have various opinions, and hope and fear according to their temperaments, _the people_ here are steadily sanguine, distrusting nobody if it isn't a Mazzinian or a codino, and looking to the end with a profound interest, of course, but not any inquietude.