But see! The statue of the worthy Saint is coming out of the church: a wooden doll, with flaming red cheeks.

_Victoria_! Off go the petards! The women weep with joy--the children cry out at the top of their shrill voices, "_Viva Sant' Antonio_!" At night there are fireworks: a balloon shaped in the semblance of the Saint ascends amid the shouts of the people, and bursts in grand style right over the church.

Verily, unless Sant' Antonio be very difficult to please, such homage must go straight to his heart.

And I should think the plebeians of the country very exacting, if, after such an intoxicating festival, they were to complain of wanting bread.
Let us seek a little repose on the other side of the Apennines.
Although the population may not be sufficiently sheltered by a chain, of mountains, you will find in the towns and villages the stuff for a noble nation.

The ignorance is still very great; the blood ever boiling, and the hand ever quick; but already we find men who reason.
If the workman of the towns be not successful, he guesses the reason; he seeks a remedy, he looks forward, he economizes.