waits for M., but in a box' (that is, Verona for Milan).

'We take the key to her.
'I have no wife, but a little pupil.
'A Lieutenant Pierson, of the dragoons; Czech white coats, helmets without plumes; an Englishman, nephew of General Pierson: speaks crippled Italian; returns from V.to-day.

Keep eye on him;--what house, what hour.' Meditating awhile, Barto wrote out Vittoria's name and enclosed it in a thick black ring.
Beneath it he wrote 'The same on all the play-bills.
'The Fifteenth is cancelled.
'We meet the day after.
'At the house of Count M.to-night.' He secreted this missive, and wrote Vittoria's name on numbers of slips to divers addresses, heading them, 'From the Pope's Mouth,' such being the title of the Revolutionary postoffice, to whatsoever spot it might in prudence shift.

The title was entirely complimentary to his Holiness.

Tangible freedom, as well as airy blessings, were at that time anticipated, and not without warrant, from the mouth of the successor of St.Peter.From the Pope's Mouth the clear voice of Italian liberty was to issue.