when the tumult under my windows amounted only to a cheerful stir, and
made company for me; but when the winter broke, and the windows were
opened, I found that I had too much society.

Each campo in Venice is a little city, self-contained and independent.
Each has its church, of which it was in the earliest times the burial-
ground; and each within its limits compasses an apothecary's shop, a
mercer's and draper's shop, a blacksmith's and shoemaker's shop, a caffe
more or less brilliant, a green-grocer's and fruiterer's, a family
grocery--nay, there is also a second-hand merchant's shop where you buy
and sell every kind of worn-out thing at the lowest rates. Of course there
is a coppersmith's and a watchmaker's, and pretty certainly a wood-
carver's and gilder's, while without a barber's shop no campo could
preserve its integrity or inform itself of the social and political news
of the day. In addition to all these elements of bustle and disturbance,
San Bartolomeo swarmed with the traffic and rang with the bargains of the
Rialto market.

Here the small dealer makes up in boastful clamor for the absence of
quantity and assortment in his wares; and it often happens that an almost
imperceptible boy, with a card of shirt-buttons and a paper of hair-pins,
is much worse than the Anvil Chorus with real anvils. Fishermen, with
baskets of fish upon their heads; peddlers, with trays of housewife wares;
louts who dragged baskets of lemons and oranges back and forth by long
cords; men who sold water by the glass; charlatans who advertised cement
for mending broken dishes, and drops for the cure of toothache; jugglers
who spread their carpets and arranged their temples of magic upon the
ground; organists who ground their organs; and poets of the people who
brought out new songs, and sang and sold them to the crowd;--these were
the children of confusion, whom the pleasant sun and friendly air woke to