There were but few French soldiers about, and what there were, were evidently mere spectators.

Pontifical gendarmes passed along the road at frequent intervals, and, not being able to arrest a multitude, consoled themselves with the small piece of tyranny of closing the _osterias_, which, both in look and character, bear a strong resemblance to our London tea-gardens, and are a favourite resort of thirsty and dusty pedestrians.

The crowd, nevertheless, remained perfectly orderly and peaceful, and as soon as the carnival-time was over, returned quietly to the city.

As I came back from the gate I passed through the Corso just before the course was cleared for the races.

I have never seen in Italy a rabble like that collected in the street.