At an early hour, rich aureate hues yet streaking the east, our party were duly seated in a roomy carriage of Angrasani's, on their way to Rome. They had hopes of arriving at the capital, in time to witness that unique sight, the illumination of Saint Peter's; a sight which few can remember, without deeming its anticipation well worthy, to urge on the jaded traveller, to his journey's termination. Who can forget the play of the fountains in front of the Vatican, the music of whose descending water is most distinctly audible, although crowds throng the wide and noble space. Breathless--silent all--is the assembled multitude, as the clock of Saint Peter's gives its long expected signal. Away! darkness is light! a fairy palace springs before us! its beautiful proportions starting into life, until the giddy brain reels, from the excess of that splendour, on which the eye suddenly and delightedly feasts! With the exception of a short halt, which afforded the travellers time for an early dinner at the Albergo di Cicerone, which is about half a mile from the Molo di Gaeta, they prosecuted their journey without intermission, till arrived within sight of their resting place. This bore the aspect of an extensive, but dilapidated mansion, evidently designed for some other purpose. Its proprietor had erected it, at a period, when malaria was either less prevalent or less dreaded; and his descendants had quitted it, for some more salubrious site. The albergo itself, occupied but a small portion of the building, immediately on the right and left of the porch. The other apartments, which formed the wings, were either wholly tenantless, or were fitted up as hay-lofts, granaries, or receptacles for farming utensils. In the upper rooms, the panes of glass were broken; and the whole aspect of the place betokened desolation and decay. As they drove to the door, a throng of mendicants and squalid peasants came forth. Their faces had a cadaverous hue, which could not but be remarked. Their eyes, too, seemed heavy, and deep set in the head; while many had their throats bandaged, from the effects of glandular swellings, brought on by the marshy exhalations. Acmé threw some small pieces of Neapolitan money amongst them; and their gratitude in consequence was boundless. She sprang from the carriage like a young fawn. "Come, come, Giorgio! look at that sweet sun-set--and at the blue clouds edged with burnished gold! Would it not be a sin to remain in-doors on such an evening? and besides," added she, in a whisper--"is it not a pleasure to leave behind us these sickly faces, to muse on an Italian landscape, and admire an Italian sky? Driver! will you order supper? We will take a stroll while it is preparing. "Come! Henry! come away! do not look so grave, or you will make me think of your amusing friend--Dr. Pormont." "Thompson!" said George, as the smiling bride bore off the brothers in triumph, "do not forget your mistress' guitar case!"