verything so beautiful,
that Brown and Jones both decided that the scene fully realised all
their imaginings of Italy. Robinson was enthusiastic, too, at first, and
was beginning to say something about "Italia, O Italia," when his eye
lit upon a green lizard running up the wall. From that moment he was
more subdued.

How they got Robinson up the hills.

[ITALIAN LAKES.]

They land upon Austrian territory en route for Milan. While the "proper
officer" takes possession of their passports, the whole available
population pounces upon the luggage, and, after apportioning it into
"small allotments," carries it off to the custom house.

The official here is seen "pointing" on the scent (as he thinks) of
contraband goods in one of Robinson's portmanteaus. He did not "find,"
but in the hunt, tossed R.'s "things" dreadfully. Brown revenged the
wrongs of self and friends, by taking a full length, on the spot, of
that imposing administrator, who stands over there, with the passports
in his hand.

"Excelsior!"

An Italian view.

"Buon giorno."

EVENING ON THE LAGO MAGGIORE.

"'Knowest thou the land' where the grapes are as plentiful as
blackberries in England; and where one has only to stop a minute at the
roadside, and pull no end of 'em. O 'tis there! 'tis there! etc."
--_Robinson's letters to his kinsfolk._

MARIE.

Oh! Marie of the Lago d'Orta, maid of the inn, and most beautiful of
waitresses, how well do I remember thee! How graceful were all thy
movements; what natural ease, together with what a dignified reserve;
--How truly a lady wert thou! You did not know it, but when you waited
upon us, I always felt inclined to jump up from my chair, and open
the door for you-- to take the dishes from your hands, to ask you
respectfully to be seated, to wait upon you in fact. And O! How I did
detest that wicked old landlady, your mistress, who used to bully and
scold you. And I wonder whether you remember me. --_From a MS., very
rare, in possession of Brown._

This picture represents Brown as he appeared, his feelings being "too
many for him," on hearing that elderly she-dragon, the landlady, venting
her ill-humour upon the gentle Marie. He stole out of the dining-room,
looked over into the yard, and there beheld the furious old female
shaking her fist, and pouring forth a torrent of abuse. Brown was not
naturally of a savage temperament, but at that moment he felt that he
could have--but it