Apropos of Saint Zenobio of Florence, I will here give something which should have been included with the legend of the Croce al Trebbio, but which I obtained too late for that purpose. It would appear from the _Iscrizioni e Memorie di Firenze_, by F. Bigazzi (1887), that the _pillar_ of the cross was really erected to commemorate a victory over heretics, but that the cross itself was added by the Saints Ambrosio and Zenobio, “on account of a great mystery”—which mystery is, I believe, fully explained by the legend which I have given. The inscription when complete was as follows: SANCTUS AMBROSIUS CUM SANCTO ZENOBIO PROPTER GRANDE MISTERIUM HUNC CRUCEM HIC LOCAVERUNT. ET IN MCCCXXXVIII NOVITER DIE 10 AUGUSTI RECONSECRATA EST P. D. M. FRANCISC. FLOR. EPISCOPUM UNA CUM ALIIS EPISCOPIS M. A slightly different reading is given by Brocchi (_Vite de’ Santi fiorentini_, 1742). “Of which saint, be it observed,” writes Flaxius, “that there is in England a very large and widely extended family, or _stirps_, named Snobs, who may claim that by affinity of name to Zenobio they are lineally or collaterally his descendants, even as the Potts profess connection with Pozzo del Borgo. But as it is said of this family or _gens_ that they are famed for laying claim to every shadow of a shade of gentility, it may be that there is truly no Zenobility about them. Truly there are a great many more people in this world who are proud of their ancestors, than there ever were ancestors who would have been proud of them. The number of whom is as the sands of the sea, or as Heine says, ‘more correctly speaking, as the mud on the shore.’ “‘The which, more eath it were for mortall wight, To sell the sands or count the starres on hye; Or ought more hard, then thinke to reckon right . . . Which—for my Muse herselfe now tyred has, Unto another tale I’ll overpas.’” THE UNFORTUNATE PRIEST A LEGEND OF LA VIA DELLO SCHELETRO “Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight—Death the Skeleton, And Time the Shadow.”—WORDSWORTH. “If God were half so cruel as His priests, It would go hard, I ween, with all of us.” I have elsewhere remarked that there is—chiefly about the Duomo—a group of small streets bearing the dismal names of Death, Hell, Purgatory, Limbo, Crucifixion, Our Lady of Coughing (_delle Tosse_), The (last) Rest of Old Age, Gallows Lane (_Via della Forca_), The Tombs, The Way of the Discontented, {201} Dire Need, Small Rags, Fag-End or Stump, Bad Payers, and finally, the Via dello Scheletro, or Skeleton Street. To which there belongs, as is appropriate, a melancholy legend. LA VIA DELLO SCHELETRO.