¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 proportions are open to criticism. Examining them, we walked entirely around the high open alter [sic], with white robed Priests beside us, swing^ing^ incese [sic] lamps and drawling out unintelligible latin to a scattering rusty looking audience before us of perhaps a hundred, on their knees eyeing our irreverent perambulations, but we were simply following the local guide. Beside the alter [sic] I lingered behind near a devout old woman praying when she suddenly arose and with her back to the audience held out both hands begging-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Our families lingered some time before the audience watching the pitiful superstition of the people and the motions of the Priests. An old one in dark robes kept moving through the audience presenting his contribution box, rattling it suggestively while the service was progressing but he passed us without stopping- The devotees seemed to be all from the poor classes. Women, men children, with baskets and armfulls [sic] would come in up to the alter’s [sic] bow and bend their knees say a short prayer and go out again. Around the panels in the central chapel are many bronze bas-reliefs.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 As we go out we find clusters of people around small chapels with a Priest in each officiating, the collection Priest busy, any one contributing was allowed to kiss the cross which he uncovered-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Outside we enter an old room in the Scuola del Sano, assembly room of the Brotherhood, to see the old frescoes by Titian and others, but find it very uninterresting [sic], faded, rusty, cold, hasty exit-
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 Thence to the Botanical Garden, the oldest one in Europe but fail to make the Gardiner hear the bell, and leave for the church of St. Giustina, whose several domes somewhat resemble St Antonio’s The front is rough brick, unfinished, a hansome front