could ensure him safety, his voyage must be attended by halcyon skies, and his long monotonous journey through France to Paris be unaccompanied by weariness.
Such was not the case; the Count found himself an older man than when he passed through the same route twenty years before, though his appearance was little changed; he also found how much he had lost in leaving those amiable young women, whose sweet society had been to him the renewal of his sensibility, not less than the soothers of his sorrow.
Had we not better partake or at least follow the steps of the Anglicised Italian? We have left Lady Anne for a long time; nevertheless, we must stay with Isabella another week, in order to read a second letter received from Glentworth, which was expected with the more impatience in consequence of the Count's departure. Our ladies were situated as well as it was possible; they had good servants, splendid rooms, obsequious attendants, and had become habituated to the country, so that the loss of the Count was not any thing of moment beyond the pleasure of his society; but, it might be truly said, their wishes went with him, and "home, sweet home!" was the cry of their hearts; therefore, they earnestly desired any message which, by informing them of the health of Glentworth, awoke their hopes of a return to their own country.
"I write, my beloved, from Messina, by the returning vessel, to say that, on the whole, I am better for
