The upper classes take a sea-bath every day, and are pretty decent.
The streets are generally about wide enough for one wagon, and how they do swarm with people! It is Broadway repeated in every street, in every court, in every alley! Such masses, such throngs, such multitudes of hurrying, bustling, struggling humanity! We never saw the like of it, hardly even in New York, I think.

There are seldom any sidewalks, and when there are, they are not often wide enough to pass a man on without caroming on him.

So everybody walks in the street--and where the street is wide enough, carriages are forever dashing along.

Why a thousand people are not run over and crippled every day is a mystery that no man can solve.

But if there is an eighth wonder in the world, it must be the dwelling-houses of Naples.