¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 These sacks or baskets, are generally held apart by a pole under the animal running from side to side. Their masters are always dressed in the filthiest, raggedest, and most patched and tattered garments that one can conceive, scarcely fit for the ragbag. And equally tattered garments are met with at every step on every thoroughfare-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Although the peculiar bray of the Donkeys may be heard almost any minute in the day I never hear it without smiling, it so much assimilates the cry of an over grown booby boy, laughable yet pitifull. [sic]
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Poor Italy! All classes have their troubles. The merchants and tradesmen are as badly galled by the government oppression as are the poor Donkeys by their masters. The new Government have much to accomplish. That is- they wish to accomplish much and the money must be exacted from its citizens to do it.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 It is “robbing Peter to pay Paul”- The holder of real-estate must pay a tax of forty five per-cent of his rents. The merchant must pay a tax of thirteen and half percent on his profits in trade. These are only two items, detailed to me by the really reliable Coral dealer Mr Cagliaridi (beside this Hotel who, unlike other Naples dealers, has but one price)
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 Another revenue is obtained by sanctioning and encouraging vice, the vice of gambling, by lottery, where even the poorest are tempted to invest in their ruin- Wherever you go through Naples (and it is almost as common elsewhere in Italy) you see offices sporting a large sign above their doors