Adriatic , and the Mountains of Carniola , Carinthia , $c. 345 
be procured from the country till 4 o’clock in the afternoon, nor 
even then without the aid of the military. This would have in- 
duced us to perform the distance on foot, but the continual rain 
prevented this intention, and we determined to stay where we 
were for the night, and if the wind did not change in the mor- 
ning, to send one of our companions back to Trieste, while we 
should yet await a fair wind and proceed to Pola by water. In 
order to lose no time, one of our companions, M. Bruckner, 
made his agreement to-day with a captain of a vessel, and pro- 
cured his passport, so that, in case the wind should not change 
to-morrow morning, he might depart without any delay. The 
guard at the health-office prepared a dinner for us, and received 
us into his house, as there are no inns here, and our boat lies at 
two stund distance from the town. In the afternoon we saw the 
church, some Roman antiquities, and the tower, in company 
with the amiable young Marquis Pollissini. On account of the 
incessant rain, we resolved not to go on board, but to remain in 
the city. Here the Austrian Lieutenant visited us, accompanied 
by a pensioned French captain, and we passed the evening very 
agreeably. 
44 Pola , April 16. — Our companion M. Bruckner, left us 
this morning early, and commenced his voyage back ; but in an 
hour after the wind changed and came to the north-east, (Tra- 
montani.) At 9 o’clock our captain appeared, and informed us 
that his ship was ready, and that we had better sail. We 
fetched our passes, breakfasted immediately, and went on board, 
and in half an hour sailed out of the harbour of Parenzo. 
Parenzo is a small town, of about 2000 inhabitants; and 
viewed from the sea, it has a very pretty appearance, but when 
more closely inspected it looks but ill, consisting of miserable 
houses, narrow, dirty, and crooked streets ; and except some 
coffee-houses, it does not contain one place for the entertainment 
of strangers. On account of the ceaseless rain, we had passed 
the greater part of the day in the coffee-house at Nobili, where 
we heard from a former Vice-Prefect of Istria, whom we met 
there, a not improbable reason for the present insecure state of 
this country. According to his idea, this does not arise from the 
poverty, but from the great laziness of the natives. 64 The Is- 
trian,” said this gentleman, 44 lives but from one day to another, 
