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was dreary.
We know nothing of spring in our country.
Here the soft and brilliant weather is unbroken, except now and then by a copious shower, which keeps everything fresh.
The trees, the flowers, the bird-songs are in perfection.
I have enjoyed greatly my walks in tile villas, where the grounds are of three or four miles in extent, and like free nature in the wood-glades and still paths; while they have an added charm in the music of their many fountains, and the soft gleam, here and there, of sarcophagus or pillar.
I have been a few days at Albano, and explored its beautiful environs alone, to much greater advantage than I could last year, in the carriage with my friends.
I went, also, to Frascati and Ostia, with an English family, who had a good carriage, and were kindly, intelligent people, who could not disturb the Roman landscape.
Now I am going into the country, where I can live very cheaply, even keeping a servant of my own, without which guard I should not venture alone into the unknown and wilder regions.
I have been so disconcerted by my Roman winter, that I dare not plan decisively again.
The enervating breath of Rome paralyzes my body, but I know and love her. The expression, ‘City of the Soul,’ designates her, and her alone.
This is my last day at Rome.
I have been passing several days at Subiaco and Tivoli, and return again to the country to-morrow.
These scenes of natural beauty have filled my heart, and
