Ere opening your eyes in the city the blessed church-bells begin: No sooner the bells leave off, than the diligence rattles in: You get the picks of the news, and it costs you never a pin. By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills, lets blood, draws teeth; Or the Pulcinello-trumpet breaks up the market beneath. At the post-office such a scene-picture--the new play, piping hot! And a notice how, only this morning, three liberal thieves were shot. * * * * * Noon strikes,--here sweeps the procession! Our lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart! _Bang, whang, whang_, goes the drum; _tootle-te-tootle_ the fife; Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! ROBERT BROWNING. [Illustration: VII RANCONEZZO _Piazza Garibaldi_] PIAZZA CAVOUR THE changes of scene upon this tiny square are so frequent as to remind one of a theatre. Looking down from the inn-balcony, between the glazy green pots gay with scarlet amaryllis-bloom, we are inclined to fancy that the whole has been prepared for our amusement. In the morning the cover for the macaroni-flour, after being washed, is spread out on the bricks to dry. In the afternoon the fishermen bring their nets for the same purpose. In the evening the city magnates promenade and whisper. Dark-eyed women, with orange or crimson kerchiefs for headgear, cross and re-cross, bearing baskets on their shoulders. Great lazy large limbed fellows, girt with scarlet sashes and finished off with dark blue night-caps (for a contrast to their saffron-colored shirts, white breeches and sunburnt calves), slouch about or sleep face downwards on the parapets. SYMONDS, _Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece._ [Illustration: VIII RANCONEZZO _Piazza Cavour_] A ROMANESQUE DOORWAY * * * * *