¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 little from the shore and we are hemmed in the rest of the distance by continuous lines of buildings on either hand. A good many of them are tan-buildings from which the well known odor, making a bad mixture with the already-too-numerous stenches, nearly suffocates us-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 1 Near the outskirts of Naples proper we pass the long extensive Barracks in front of which is a narrow drill ground where we saw many squads of recruits in linnen [sic] suits practicing the run, without arms. They run well, and Henry remarks facitiously [sic] “dats dere best qualitat”-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Along the whole distance, a ride of an hour and half, we were continually in sight of patches of drying maccaroni, long strings of taffa-colored [sic] paste hanging over poles. Poles of it on shoulders of dirty children, carrying through the streets. I have become very fond of maccaroni when it is not mixed with cheese, but I hope it is not made on that street.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 We have seen many groups of women, sitting around their shop doors, one, two, or three of them industriously hunting with their finger nails through the hair on the had of another woman who bore it patiently- Subjects for Murillo-
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 Here too (and it will apply to every street rich or poor throughout Naples or its suberbs [sic]) we are much annoyed by the numerous and persistent beggars. Men, Boys, women, women with babes, run beside the carriage even at its highest speed, generally holding on to the door holding out the other hand with pitiful look and dolefull lamentations, sometimes several on each side at once, but the greatest number are little children- We soon give away