motley sight to look upon them as they gaily chatted together-for
among them were men of different countries. There was the rough,
hearty Englishman, the light, witty Frenchman, the intelligent and
manly-looking American, the dark, swarthy Spaniard side by side with
the dark Italian-fit companions, both in outward hue and their native
character-and many others, forming a group of peculiar interest to
the beholder.

As the troop emerged from a narrow street and came full upon the
bright and sunny piazza, near the splendid shaft of the Campanile,
the gorgeous equipage of the Grand Duke was passing the spot. The
monarch was returning from a morning drive in the Casino with a
small retinue, and accompanied by one or two strangers of
distinction. The group paused for a moment to witness the passing of
the duke and his suite, and then turned gaily towards their hotel to
dine, the duke forming a new theme of conversation to those who,
conversing under the disadvantage of but partially understanding
each other, from the variety of tongues among them, ever chose the
most visible subject for comment.

"What a brilliant turn-out," said one, in honest admiration.

"Those leaders are as proud as their master," said another.

"But he becomes his state well, if he is proud," answered a third.

"Newman couldn't get up a better four in hand," said the first
speaker, a young Londoner.

"Who is that by the side of the duke?" asked one.