"Thursday, 23rd August. Hopital.--I found Mary sitting on the lowest of a long flight of steps. She had lost her companions (my Brother and a young Swiss who had joined us on the road). We mounted the steps, and, from within, their voices answered our call. Went along a dark, stone, _banditti_ passage, into a small chamber little less gloomy, where we found them seated with food before them, bread and cheese, with sour red wine--no milk. Hunger satisfied, Mary and I hastened to warm ourselves in the sunshine; for the house was as cold as a dungeon. We straightway greeted with joy the infant TICINO which has its sources in the pools above. The gentlemen joined us, and we placed ourselves on a sunny bank, looking towards Italy; and the Swiss took out his flute, and played, and afterwards sang, the _Ranz des Vaches_, and other airs of his country. We, and especially our sociable friend R. (with his inexhaustible stock of kindness, and his German tongue) found him a pleasant companion. He was from the University of Heidelberg, and bound for Rome, on a visit to a Brother, in the holidays; and, our mode of travelling, for a short way, being the same, it was agreed we should go on together: but before we reached Airola he left us, and we saw no more of him." (From Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal, vol. ii.)--ED. VARIANTS: [Footnote 514: 1837. ... how others love this simple Strain, Even here, upon this glorious Mountain (named 1822. ] [Footnote 515: 1827. ... by memory are reclaimed; And, thro' the Music's touching influence, The joys ... 1822. ] FOOTNOTES: [Footnote HZ: This Journal copied (and the extract added) in 1828.--D. W.] XXII FORT FUENTES[516]