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2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 Naples it becomes dark, and with my children, grouped in a “little huddle” at the end of the cabin, on deck, we enjoy the glistening lights of the semi-circular bay, of firy [sic] Vesuvius, and the starry firmament, while I amuse them with stories of, distances, orbits, motions, and probabilities among the worlds above us.

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 At 6 PM we pass over the side of the steamer again into the small boat, and find our faithfull Henry awaiting us with carriages-

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Every day from our windows we see troops of Soldiers marching through the Chiaja. Sometimes a regiment of infantry, sometimes a squadron of Cavalry walking, sometimes artillerymen on foot. They must have exercise, and this daily street marching keeps up a proper respect for the “claws” of government-

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 One day Mrs C. Mother Wade Jep and I visited the private chapel adjoining the Palace of the Sangro family, after a half hours ride through dark narrow streets-

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 The custodian across the street, opens the door and we immediately find ourselves in a dark room, a good sized chapel as compared with other private chapels, but so gloomy, and such a filth upon the hansome mosaic floor.

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 Zounds! what lavish expenditure. Walls all in polished marble, Florentine mosaics in pilasters, pannels, and all around. Overhead, arched ceilings -Interior, Chapel of St. Savero- heavily frescoed in the brightest colors

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