the fleet. Great was the mischief and havoc occasioned by this stupendous vessel, until a priest of Ancona, observing its effects, resolved to attempt its destruction. He swam boldly to the prow of Il Mondo, bearing an axe between his teeth, and before he was observed, accomplished his design of cutting through the cables which moored the ship. Then occasionally diving under water, he returned to the shore uninjured, though assailed by the Venetians who pursued him. The vast ship drifted among the other vessels, its great size producing all the mischief to its own party that it was meant to effect on its foes.

Another example of patriotic courage was given during the siege, and by one of the gentler sex too, which it glads my woman's heart to record. This heroine rushed with a lighted torch, and set fire to a wooden tower, at whose base she stood, fearless of the missiles aimed at her, until the flames had spread a general conflagration around, which consumed the batteries of the enemy to ashes. But this was not the only instance of heroic courage displayed by a woman during the memorable siege of Ancona.

Another, and perhaps a still more remarkable one, is given; more remarkable, inasmuch as that fortitude during protracted trials must be esteemed as offering even a more elevated proof of grandeur of mind, than the enthusiasm that suddenly leads to a temporary risk of personal destruction. A young and handsome woman of high birth, holding her infant to her breast, found a sentinel who had sunk exhausted at his post. She reproached him for this violation of duty, and he endeavoured to excuse it, by stating that he was overpowered by the effects of famine.

“Art thou a man, and thus speak?" said the noble woman; "for fifteen days my life has only been sustained by the most disgusting food, too scantily found to enable me to administer sufficient sustenance to the fevered lips of my child; yet that sustenance would I yield to thee, rather than thou shouldst perish, and our hapless country be thus deprived of one of its defenders."

The soldier, animated by the words of this noble woman, and abashed at being excelled in fortitude by her, arose from the ground, and seizing his arms, gallantly discharged his duty, and vanquished no less than four of the enemy by his own hand.

I cannot refrain from citing another example of the fortitude of my sex, furnished also during the siege of Ancona : when a woman, beholding her sons perishing for want of sustenance, and unable to procure any for them, opened a vein in her left arm, and having disguised the sanguine stream by culinary preparation, prolonged their lives at the risk of her own. Well might our great and good Scott say of women

O woman! in our hours of ease,

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,

A ministering angel thou!

From being less frequented by travellers than most other places in Italy, Ancona possesses no good inn. The furniture of the apartments assigned to us, and the dinner served, were of the most primitive kind; but as both were clean, and not deficient in quantity, though inferior in quality, we were not discontented. A copious jug of smoking hot brandy punch, brought up by the landlord when we had about half dined, more surprised than pleased us. He smiled self-complacently as he laid it on the table, and assured us, that knowing from hearsay the partiality of English milords for that beverage, he had acquired the art of making it from a captain of a ship, and hoped we should find it excellent.

Our courier was more than half disposed to resent as an insult this well-meant attention of our host. He declared, with no little gesticulation, that "he, who well knew the habits of English lords and ladies, had never seen any one of them drink hot punch at or after dinner; iced ponche-à-la-Romaine, it was true, he had known them to partake of sometimes, but never of the abomination now presented."

The host shrugged his shoulders, looked the displeasure to which he did not give utterance, and walked away, taking with him the steaming punch, the fumes of which had not improved the odour of the salle-à-manger. Nevertheless, I dare be sworn, the said courier and the other domestics failed not to do ample justice to the preparation.

During our walk on the mole we encountered several pretty women, and were struck with a peculiarity generally observable in Italians, namely, the total absence of that coquetry, so visible in women with pretensions to beauty in France, and

even in England. Italian women look as if deep passions would find them ready to obey their dictates, but that to the minor ones, such as vanity and coquetry, they were not disposed to yield.

This peculiarity equally pervades women of all classes in Italy; for I have observed it in those of the highest rank, as well as in the lowest. It is this concentration of passion which in the middle ages led the softer sex into the commission of crimes from which the heart of woman naturally recoils, originating incidents that fill the old chronicles with tales of horror. In our more civilized days, a similar disposition exhibits itself in attachments which, if not always blameless, are generally of long duration, and exclude the flirtations commenced through vanity, and continued through folly, so frequently witnessed in other countries. I have seen Italian women known to have attachments, the publicity of which in France or England would have called forth the severest censure, if not exclusion from society, absolutely shocked at beholding the flirtations of ladies of both these nations, though free from actual guilt, or even the thought of it. When the innocence of such flirtations has been explained to the Italians, they were not less shocked, and they have said-" What, then, can be the motive that induces these ladies to permit such marked attentions in public, and to receive them with such complacency, if no real attachment exists?" The motive assigned, namely, vanity, prompting the desire of exciting admiration, and the wish for its continuance leading to an apparent preference for the adulator, they could not understand, because vanity has so little influence over them.

RAVENNA. The fertility of the country around Ravenna forcibly reminded me of Tuscany, and the flourishing aspect of the farms denotes not only the richness of the soil, but the wealth and industry of the proprietors. What a melancholy contrast is afforded by the town itself, in which all looks as if falling to decay. Large palaces untouched by paint, for centuries; shops so ill supplied and untempting, as to denote the stagnation of commerce; and streets, through many parts of which the rank grass obtrudes.

On reaching the inn, for there is only one in the town, and that is of a most primitive character of rusticity, we ordered our repast, and sallied forth on foot to view the lions of the

place. As we proceeded we were surprised to find the streets wholly deserted, and the houses shut up, which gave the place. the air of a city ravaged by the plague, and deserted by those who could fly from it. Not a human being was to be seen; nay, the very dogs, usually encountered in towns, seemed to have followed the example of their owners, and to have fled.

Various were the conjectures we formed as to the probable cause of this desertion of the silent and solitary city through which we were pacing, and vainly did we look around in search of some one of whom to demand an explanation of it; when on turning the corner of a larger street or place than we had hitherto passed, the mystery was solved, in a manner that shocked our feelings not a little; for we suddenly came almost in personal contact with the bodies of three men hanging from bars erected for the purpose of suspending them. Never did I behold so fearful a sight! The ghastly faces were rendered still more appalling by the floating matted locks, and long beards; which, as the bodies were agitated into movement by the wind, moved backward and forward. The eyes seemed starting from their sockets, and the tongues protruded from the distended lips, as if in horrid mockery. I felt transfixed by the terrible sight, from which I could not avert my gaze; and each movement of the bodies seemed to invest them with some new features of horror. A party of soldiers of the Pope guarded the place of execution, and paced up and down with gloomy looks, in which fear was more evident than disgust. Within view of the spot stood the tomb of Dante, whose "Inferno" offers scarcely a more hideous picture than the one presented to our contemplation. The papal uniform, too, proclaiming that the deaths of these unfortunate men had been inflicted by order of him who professed to be the vicar of the Father of Mercy on earth, added to the horror of the sight.

This tragedy, whose denouement we beheld, was one of the fatal results of arbitrary power, driving into madness men who might have been restrained by salutary laws, judiciously administered. Nowhere has the power of the papal government been mercifully wielded, and least of all in Romagna; where revolt, produced by injustice, has been punished with a severity that would indicate that the tenets and example given by the Saviour were little followed by the head of the Roman Catholic Church. The arbitrary measures carried into execution in Romagna in 1819, affected every class of society there, and

furnished cause for a general discontent, which augmented daily when sentences of dismissal from offices, affording the sole means of support to large families, imprisonments, and even perpetual banishment, were passed by a provisional power, reducing hundreds to misery and despair.

This universal discontent manifested itself in various forms, and "murmurs loud and deep" were heard on every side; for the cardinal legates, disliked for their severity, and despised for their weakness, were not sufficiently feared to enable them to silence the reproaches of the injured, who, excited into madness from hopelessness of finding justice, were through a spirit of vengeance urged into crime. The streets of Ravenna, Faënza, Forli and Cesena frequently offered examples of the spirit of reprisal, which led to acts of barbarous, but not unmerited, vengeance.

Wretched is the country where the punishment of wrongs is left not to the laws, but to the people; who, infuriated by passion, are guided by revenge, instead of being actuated only by a spirit of justice. These sanguinary acts of illegal justice, far from exciting the horror that similar ones inspire in countries where the laws are respected, found more sympathy for the wrongs that urged their committal, than disgust for the crimes, even among those the least disposed to sanction them.

One of the inevitable results of tyranny is, that its victims are pardoned for the excesses to which it leads, and when punishment falls on its ministers, not only is little pity felt for their fate, but a supineness in revealing the actors in these tragedies, is evinced by those who, under a different system of government, would have been amongst the most active in denouncing them. A knowledge of this tacit acquiescence in their acts of vengeance never fails to encourage the perpetrators to fresh crimes.

Such became the case at Ravenna, until the papal government, alarmed at the increasing acts of violence daily committed, recalled the cardinals of that place and Forli, whose weakness rendered them neither respected nor feared, and substituted in their stead the Cardinal Rivarola, a Genoese of noble family. The choice could not have been more unfortunate. Of an impetuous character, and an irascible temper, the natural goodness of his heart, and intelligence of his mind lost their influence over him when exercising the difficult functions he was called to fulfil. Some instances of heat and impatience on his part