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ought never to appear again/' said he ; " the 

 town is much better without them." I let him 

 go on for a while, after which I informed him 

 that I had been educated by a religious order. 

 All was changed in a moment : his countenance 

 sank; he begged a thousand pardons; he 

 thought he had been with English Protestants. 

 And once, when I was in Venice, a sleek, well- 

 dressed wretch of this description came up, just 

 as I was passing over one of the bridges leading 

 to the square of St. Mark. It was nearly dark, 

 and he whispered in my ear, that he had got 

 something good in store. " Bestia infernale,"" 

 said I, " is this thy work on a Sunday after- 

 noon ? " Away he ran, and I pursued him over 

 another bridge, where I lost him. My friend 

 Captain Alexander of the navy, will remember 

 this adventure. 



The Museum of Natural History at the 

 Sapienza in Rome, is a discredit to the name 

 of the establishment, and I could see nothing in 

 the department of zoology worthy of the least 

 attention. The gentleman who showed me 

 through it was very polite, and well-informed, 

 but I have forgot his name. It went to the 

 bottom of the sea, with the rest of my papers* 



