Giovanni e Paoli and the lions on the Scuola of S.Mark; under the bridge with a pretty Madonna on it; and so up the Rio dei Mendicanti, passing on the left a wineyard with two graceful round arches in it and then a pleasant garden with a pergola, and then a busy squero with men always at work on gondolas new or old.
And so beneath a high bridge to the open lagoon, with the gay walls and sombre cypresses of the cemetery immediately in front and the island of Murano beyond.
Many persons stop at the Campo Santo, but there is not much profit in so doing unless one is a Blair or an Ashton.

Its cypresses are more beautiful from the water than close at hand, and the Venetian tombstones dazzle.

Moreover, there are no seats, and the custodian insists upon abstracting one's walking-stick.

I made fruitless efforts to be directed to the English section, where among many graves of our countrymen is that of the historical novelist, G.P.R.

James.
[Illustration: THE RIO TORRESELLE AND BACK OF THE PALAZZO DARIO] Murano is interesting in art as being the home of that early school of painting in which the Vivarini were the greatest names, which supplied altar-pieces for all the Venetian churches until the Bellini arrived from Padua with more acceptable methods.