prescribed for their complaints, and had once even performed an operation with great success.  It seemed that, since Petrarch, no one had ever been so popular at Arqua as this kind German.  Lady Annabel and Venetia were interested with the animated narratives of the ever-active beneficence of this good man, and Lady Annabel especially regretted that his absence deprived her of the gratification of becoming acquainted with a character so rare and so invaluable.  In the meantime they availed themselves of the offer of his servants to view the house of Petrarch, for their master had left orders, that his absence should never deprive a pilgrim from paying his homage to the shrine of genius.

The house, consisting of two floors, had recently been repaired by the present occupier.  It was simply furnished.  The ground-floor was allotted to the servants.  The upper story contained five rooms, three of which were of good size, and two closets.  In one of these were the traditionary chair and table of Petrarch, and here, according to their guides, the master of the house passed a great portion of his time in study, to which, by their account, he seemed devoted.  The adjoining chamber was his library; its windows opened on a balcony looking on two lofty and conical hills, one topped with a convent, while the valley opened on the side and spread into a calm and very pleasant view.  Of the other apartments, one served as a saloon, but there was nothing in it remarkable, except an admirably painted portrait of a beautiful woman, which the servant informed them was their mistress.

‘But that surely is not a German physiognomy?’ said Lady Annabel.

‘The mistress is an Italian,’ replied the servant.

‘She is very handsome, of whatever nation she may be,’ replied Lady Annabel.

‘Oh! how I should have liked to have met these happy people, mamma,’ said Venetia, ‘for happy they surely must be.’

‘They seem to be good people,’ said Lady Annabel.  ’It really lightened my heart to hear of all this gentleman’s kind deeds.’

‘Ah! if the signora only knew the master,’ said their guide, ’she would indeed know a good man.’

They descended to the garden, which certainly was not like the garden of their villa; it had been but lately a wilderness of laurels, but there were evidences that the eye and hand of taste were commencing its restoration with effect.

‘The master did this,’ said their guide.  ’He will allow no one to work in the garden but himself.  It is a week since he went to Bologna, to see our Paulo.  He gained a prize at the academy, and his father begged the master to be present when it was conferred on him; he said it would do his son so much good!  So the master went, though it is the only time he has quitted Qua since he came to reside here.’

‘And how long has he resided here?’ inquired Venetia.

‘’Tis the second autumn,’ said the guide, ’and he came in the spring.  If the signora would only wait, we expect the master home to-night or to-morrow, and he would be glad to see her.’