m IN A WINTER CITY.
could only express his happiness and honour,
and his regrets that Palestrina was Uttle more
than an empty sheU for thefr inspection.
The day after the morrow was clear and cloud¬
less, balmy and deUcious; such days as the
FloraUan climate casts here and there generously
amidst the winter cold as a foretaste of its para¬
dise of summer. The snow was on the more
distant mountains of course, but only made the
landscape more lovely, changing to the softest
blush colour and rose under the brightness of
the noonday sun. The fields were green with
the springing cereals'; the pine-woods were filling
with violets; the water-courses were brimming
and boisterously joyous.
It was winter still; but the sort of winter
that one would expect in Fairyland or in the
Madame Mila, clad in the strictest directoire
costume, with a wonderful hat on her head that
carried feathers, grasses, oleander flowers, and a
bfrd of Dutch Guiana, and was twisted up on one
side in a mfraculous manner, descended with
her Maurice to the Lady Hilda's victoria, lent