At some, the flags may have waved more gaily; at some again the lamps may have sparkled more brilliantly, and at others the crowd may have cheered more lustily; but the substance of the sight was the same throughout.

Everywhere, some half-dozen of dusty open carriages, filled with officers in uniform, passing through crowded streets festooned with flowers, dressed out with banners--everywhere, the one figure of a plain, rough Soldier-king, bowing stiffly and slowly from time to time--everywhere, a surging, heaving, shouting crowd.

Such is the one subject of my picture-gallery.
I am in the Duomo of Florence.

Around and about me there is a great crowd.

Every niche and cornice where foot can stand is occupied.