Then follow several scenes of much beauty, which conduct us through Switzerland into Italy. The travellers embark from Genoa in a felucca, bound for Salerno; and thus speaks the captain or padrone of the vessel, as the wind is freshening. It is a strange piece of rhyme, but worth listening to, were it only on account of its singularity. IL PADRONE. "I must entreat you, friends, below! The angry storm begins to blow, For the weather changes with the moon. All this morning, until noon, We had baffling winds, and sudden flaws Struck the sea with their cat's-paws. Only a little hour ago I was whistling to Saint Antonio For a capful of wind to fill our sail, And instead of a breeze he has sent us a gale. Last night I saw Saint Elmo's stars, With their glimmering lanterns, all at play On the tops of the masts and the tips of the spars, And I knew we should have foul weather to-day. Cheerly, my hearties! yo heave ho! Brail up the mainsail, and let her go As the winds will and Saint Antonio! Do you see that Livornese felucca, That vessel to the windward yonder, Running with her gunwale under? I was looking when the wind o'ertook her. She had all sail set, and the only wonder Is, that at once the strength of the blast Did not carry away her mast. She is a galley of the Gran Duca, That, through fear of the Algerines, Convoys those lazy brigantines, Laden with wine and oil from Lucca. Now all is ready, high and low; Blow, blow, good Saint Antonio! Ha! that is the first dash of the rain, With a sprinkle of spray above the rails, Just enough to moisten our sails, And make them ready for the strain, See how she leaps, as the blasts o'ertake her, And speeds away with a bone in her mouth! Now keep her head towards the south, And there is no danger of bank or breaker. With the breeze behind us, on we go; Not too much, good Saint Antonio!" The verse sounds like an echo of the shrill piping of the Mediterranean wind.