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I have made the acquaintance of an English clergy- 

 man of warm piety, who is in ill health, who has been 

 obliged to reside for several years in Nice in the 

 winter, and at Interlaken in Switzerland in the sum- 

 mer, at both of which places he preaches regularly. 

 He has traveled in Greece, Turkey, and Asia Minor, 

 and passed much time with our missionaries there, of 

 whom he speaks in the warmest terms. His name is 

 Hartley. We shall go on in company to Rome. 



ROME, 1st May, 1839, Wednesday evening. 



And I am indeed in Rome. This is enough to re- 

 pay one for long and tedious journeys and even for 

 transient separation from friends, and when I leave 

 this place I feel as though my face was set homeward. 

 I feel it is something to be in Rome. . . . 



I distinctly recollect the time when, a very small 

 boy, in the course of a long ride with a relative, the 

 story of Romulus and Remus was first related to me, 

 and how it struck my wondering fancy. And I recol- 

 lect most perfectly my first lesson in Virgil, and how, 

 commencing with " Anna virumque cano," I slowly 

 worked my way into the mysteries of Latin prosody 

 and the story of the ^Eneid. Little did I think in 

 those days that I should ever stand within the " walls 

 of lofty Rome ; " 



" Should tread the Appian 



Or climb the Palatine, and stand within those very walls 

 Where Virgil read aloud his tale divine." 



My enthusiasm has risen by degrees, for I arrived 

 here this morning, after a delay at that most wretched 

 of all places, Civita Vecchia, where an Austrian sol- 

 dier, stationed there, told us he was sent as to a kind 

 of earthly purgatory to do penance for his sins ; after 



