Compare such domestic utensils--these oil-jugs and water-jars--with those in the house of an English labourer.

Is it really so certain that all virtues of race dwell with those who can rest amid the ugly and know it not for ugliness?
The new age declares itself here and there at Cosenza.

A squalid railway station, a hideous railway bridge, have brought the town into the European network; and the craze for building, which has disfigured and half ruined Italy, shows itself in an immense new theatre--Teatro Garibaldi--just being finished.

The old one, which stands ruinous close by, struck me as, if anything, too large for the town; possibly it had been damaged by an earthquake, the commonest sort of disaster at Cosenza.

On the front of the new edifice I found two inscriptions, both exulting over the fall of the papal power; one was interesting enough to copy:-- "20 SEPT., 1870.
QUESTA DATA POLITICA DICE FINITA LA TEOCRAZIA NEGLI ORDINAMENTI CIVILI.
IL DI CHE LA DIRA FINITA MORALMENTE SARA LA DATA UMANA." which signifies: "This political date marks the end of theocracy in civil life.