We found the weather extremely hot in this valley.  Roveredo seems to be a very neat clean little city, and the Adige flows with astonishing rapidity along this narrow valley.  The women of Roveredo have the reputation of being very beautiful; and I recollect having seen two Roveredo girls at Venice, who were models of female beauty.  They have a happy mixture of German and Italian blood and manners, but Italian is the language of the country.  The second morning of our journey we arrived and stopped to dinner at the venerable and celebrated city of Trent.  The country we passed thro’ is much the same as that between Verona and Roveredo, the Adige being on our left.  Trent lies also in the valley of the Adige, shut up between the Alps.  The whole valley appears in high cultivation.  The streets of Trent are broad; the Cathedral is a remarkably fine Gothic building.  In the church of Sta Maria Maggiore was held the famous council of Trent.  There are a great many silk mills in Trent.  German as well as Italian is spoken; indeed the two languages are equally familiar to most of the inhabitants.  In the evening we arrived at Sabern after passing thro’ Lavis.  One description will serve for these towns and indeed for most of the towns in the Tyrol, viz., that of being neat, clean and solidly built.  The inns are excellent and the inhabitants very civil.  The Adige runs close to the road and parallel to it, nearly the whole way to Bolsano or Botzen, where Italian ceases to be spoken and German is the national tongue.  Botzen is a large and flourishing place.

One general description will serve for the Tyrol, regarding the towns, adjacent country, customs, inns, inhabitants, dress and manners.

First the towns are fully as neat, clean and well built as those in Switzerland; the country too is very similar, tho’ not quite on so grand a scale of sublimity; but you have fully as much variety in mountain and valley, glacier and cascade.  The climate is exactly the same as that of Switzerland, being very hot in the valleys in summer.  The inns are clean and good, the provisions excellent and well cooked, the wines much better than those of Switzerland; there is good attendance by females and all at a far cheaper rate than in Switzerland.  The Tyroleans are much more courteous in their manners than the Swiss; they have not that boorishness and are of more elegant figure than their Helvetic neighbours.  The women of the Tyrol are in general remarkably beautiful, exceedingly well shaped and of fine complexions.

In the towns the bourgeoises dress well, something in the French style, and it is their custom to salute travellers who pass by kissing their hands to them.  The dress of the female peasantry, however, is unpleasing to the eye and so uncouth, that it would make the most beautiful women appear homely.  In the first place I will speak of their head dress, of which there are three different kinds, two of which are as bizarre