¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 across the Tibur on the low land, so flat that the innundations still keep it almost un occupied, was the garden where the venerable Cincinattus was hoeing potatoes in retirement when called by the Roman senate to assume the reigns of their distracted goverment-
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 I omitted to say that Augustus dedicated his theatre to the memory of his nephew Marcellus, on the site of the temple of filial piety which formerly stood there in honor of the roman matron who with her own milk nourished her father condemned to die of starvation, the pictures of which I have seen so often in every variety of attitude and style-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 One day, on our way to the Vatican we diverged a little to visit the hansome Palace Barbarini- Passing through the highest and hansomest fence in Rome we follow our courier at once to the picture gallery where we find several tourists already congregated.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 The gallery consists of the ill-shaped rooms, containing about an hundred paintings, generally uninteresting. But every body comes to see the original portrait Beatrice Cenci who was executed here for killing her wicked and unnatural father.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 Some say the artist Guido Reni painted it from memory having caught this expression on her way to the block, but it is more generally supposed that he had an interview in her prison the night before her execution, and I have seen (No 66 Via Babuino) a large