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We set sail for Leghorn before dark, and I retired early, feeling still
more ill from my cold than the night before. The next morning we were in
the crowded port of Leghorn. We all went ashore, with some idea of
taking the rail for Pisa, which is within an hour's distance, and might
have been seen in time for our departure with the steamer. But a
necessary visit to a banker's, and afterwards some unnecessary
formalities about our passports, kept us wandering through the streets
nearly all day; and we saw nothing in the slightest degree interesting,
except the tomb of Smollett, in the burial-place attached to the English
Chapel. It is surrounded by an iron railing, and marked by a slender
obelisk of white marble, the pattern of which is many times repeated over
surrounding graves.
We went into a Jewish synagogue,--the interior cased in marbles, and
surrounded with galleries, resting upon arches above arches. There were
lights burning at the altar, and it looked very like a Christian church;
but it was dirty, and had an odor not of sanctity.


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