I cannot say, however, that it was love of antiquities or divinity, or even scenery, which led my steps Subiaco-wards.

The motive of my journey was of a less elevated and more matter-of-fact character.

Some few days beforehand a yellow play-bill-looking placard caught my eye as I strolled down the Corso.

A perusal of its contents informed me, that on the approaching feast-day of St Benedict there was to be held at Subiaco the great annual _Festa e fiera_.

Many and various were the attractions offered.