their refreshing waters; we thought our mode of traveling was the most agreeable in the world.
Query: Could we not also in Sweden contrive short pedestrian journeys of this kind for our young girls?
I am now alone. I have separated from my amiable
young Swiss sisters, who have returned to the
homes of their parents. If I am right in my conjectures,
there will soon be a great change for one of
them—Louise. May it tend to her own happiness,
and to that of her family! She and they have become
cordially dear to me! They will constitute my family
bond with Switzerland.
And now Italy, to thee, to thee! This very night I shall cross the Simplon.
NINTH STATION.
Journey over the Simplon—Domo d'Ossola—Bad Weather—La Tosa—Unexpected Meeting—Lago Maggiore—“Stock-Fish”—Isola Bella and Isola Madre—The Valleys of the Waldenses; their People, History, Latest Deliverance, and Present Life—Rambles and New Friends—Turin—The Po and Monte Viso—Carlo Alberto—Victor Emanuel—Count de Cavour—Gioberti-Cesare Balbo—Primato d'Italia—Speranze d'Italia—What are the Wishes of Italy?
Domo d'Ossola, September 10th.—Switzerland, its mountains and valleys are now, for me, on the other side of the Alps, and I am in Italy, the much-sung-about, the greatly-praised Italy! But the heaven of
