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professors. The church of St. Augustine is in the same 
style, and not much inferior. . . . There is very much 
that I wish to write, but I have not the time nor the 
strength to write longer, and must sleep. To under- 
stand the full luxury of a bed you should sleep with- 
out one, as I have done very often of late. Good- 
night. 
VENICE, on board steamboat for Triest, lying at anchor, 
Wednesday evening, May 15, 1839. 
For nearly two days I have been “a looker-on in 
Venice,” a strange place, as unlike any other city of 
Europe as can be, unless Constantinople resemble it 
in some respects. It is more like some place you 
visit in dreams, some creation of fancy, than a real, 
earthly city, if it can be called earthly which scarcely 
stands upon earth. 
We left Padua at five o’clock in the morning, yes- 
terday, by the diligence, passing along the banks of a 
canal, bordered with numerous villas; all of them had 
been fine, some very magnificent, but they are now 
decaying. The clouds prevented me from obtaining 
a view of the Rhetian Alps, which bound the view on 
the north, but I hope to make up for this to-morrow, 
which will give me some amends for our detention here ; 
for you must know that the steamboat was to have left 
at nine o’clock this evening, and I expected to have 
been in Triest this morning; but the day has been 
stormy, and the water is a little rough, so, forsooth, 
the boat is to remain until morning; but as it is to start 
early, I have remained on board, where I have a com- 
fortable place to sleep, and a quiet hour to write. 
_ Oh,I wish you could see Venice!—and the dear 
girls — whenever I see anything particularly queer, I 
think of them at once, and wish for them to enjoy it 
