No language nor any art of the pencil
can give an idea of the scene. When God expressed himself in the
landscape to mankind, he did not intend that it should be translated into
any tongue save his own immediate one. J----- meanwhile, whose heart is
now wholly in snail-shells, was rummaging for them among the stones and
hedges by the roadside; yet, doubtless, enjoyed the prospect more than he
knew. The coach lagged far behind us, and when it came up, we entered
the gate, where a soldier appeared, and demanded my passport. We drove
to the Grand Hotel de France, which is near the gate, and two fine little
boys ran beside the carriage, well dressed and well looking enough to
have been a gentleman's sons, but claiming Gaetano for their father. He
is an inhabitant of Perugia, and has therefore reached his own home,
though we are still little more than midway to our journey's end.
Our hotel proves, thus far, to be the best that we have yet met with. We
are only in the outskirts of Perugia; the bulk of the city, where the
most interesting churches and the public edifices are situated, being far
above us on the hill.
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