CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. CV 



Rome is certainly the most quiet city I ever 

 visited. That foul play and stiletto experiments 

 do occasionally occur, is probable enough, when 

 we consider the extent of the city, and the vast 

 influx of strangers from all parts of the world. 

 Still I witnessed no desperate acts of violence. 

 Yet, methinks, I must have seen some, and 

 perhaps have felt them too, had they been of 

 ordinary occurrence, for I had occasion to be 

 in the streets every morning a little after four 

 o'clock. Sometimes a houseless dog, which had 

 secured its night's lodgings in the open air, 

 would snarl at me ; but, on my pretending to 

 take up a stone, it fled immediately. I saw 

 nothing in the shape of man to cause suspicion 5 

 either when the moon shone brightly, or when 

 her light was partially supplied by the flicker- 

 ings of the distant lamp. But I had often 

 occasion to observe both men and women, 

 kneeling in fervent prayer at the little oratories 

 so common in the streets, especially at that of 

 the " Madonna del Archetto," so well known in 

 the year 1796, and so incessantly resorted to 

 since that interesting period. 



I was not aware until chance put me up to 

 it, how careful the Roman government is in 



