Not a score of un-official spectators accompanied the procession from the convent, and the interest caused by it appeared but small; the devotion absolutely none.

The fact which struck me most throughout was the utter apathy of the people.

Not a person in the place I spoke to--and I asked several--had any notion who the governor was.

The nearest approach that I got to an answer was from one of the old beadles, who replied to my question, "Chi sa ?" "E una roba da lontano;" and with this explanation that the governor was "a thing that came from a distance," I was obliged to rest satisfied.

When the procession reached the town the band joined in, the governor got off his mule, room was made for our party in the rank behind him, I suppose, as "distinguished foreigners;" and so with banners flying, crosses nodding, drums beating, priests and choristers chanting, we marched in a body into the church, where the female portion of the crowd and all the beggars followed us.