I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw them, yet I soon traced the same dear countenances, and marvelled that though changed from the round, dimpled ones of infancy, to the more delicate oval of maidenly beauty, the expression of gaiety and innocence of their faces is still the same.
A week has passed rapidly by, and now that they have returned to England, their visit appears like a dream.

I wish it had been longer, for I have seen only enough of them to wish to see a great deal more.
The good Mrs.W.and her lively, clever, and her pretty daughter, Mrs.
R., dined with us yesterday.

They are _en route_ for England, but give many a sigh to dear Italy.

It was pleasant to talk over the happy days passed there, which we did with that tender regret with which the past is always referred to by those who have sensibility, and they possess no ordinary portion of this lovable quality.

Les Dames Bellegarde also dined with us, and they English friends took a mutual fancy to each other.