¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Every day comes a band of most rediculous [sic] figures. Three men and three children with castinetts [sic] dancing around, back and forth chassiz (?), not so graceful as an Indian war-dance. All dressed in the most absurd grotesquiness [sic], all different, while three dirty ragged old men with drum, fife, and guitar, from the orchestra & play away incessantly-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Down below our window a cobbler has squatted on his stool and with a few tools is working away upon a rusty pair of shoes. Three or four more pairs are beside him to cheer his toil- I have seen several of such roaming cobblers sitting up street corners industriously plying their trade.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 1st Anna is sitting up a little today. Her three days confinement in bed has been more from matters of prudence than from an unusual amount of sickness. Dieting has much weekened [sic] her but we hope to revive her without other Doctor than ourselves and Mrs Cs kindness-
¶ 7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 This morning I finished reading to her from the “last days of Pompeii”. We have seen their relics in the museum. We see every day the burning Vesuvius. We have the detailed map of the streets and houses thus far excavated at Pompeii, so that we feel Lord Lyttons thrilling romance to be a historical truth and shall take unusual interest in traversing the disentoomed [sic] city