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Then let the art perish as one that the world has done with,
as it has done with many other beautiful things that belonged to an
earlier time.
It was long past the hour of Mrs. Jameson's dinner engagement when we
drove up to her door in the Via Ripetta. I bade her farewell with much
good-feeling on my own side, and, I hope, on hers, excusing myself,
however, from keeping the previous engagement to spend the evening with
her, for, in point of fact, we had mutually had enough of one another for
the time being. I am glad to record that she expressed a very favorable
opinion of our friend Mr. Thompson's pictures.

May 12th.--To-day we have been to the Villa Albani, to which we had a
ticket of admission through the agency of Mr. Cass (the American
Minister). We set out between ten and eleven o'clock, and walked through
the Via Felice, the Piazza Barberini, and a long, heavy, dusty range of
streets beyond, to the Porta Salara, whence the road extends, white and
sunny, between two high blank walls to the gate of the villa, which is at
no great distance.


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