. Alps and sanctuaries of Piedmont and the Canton Ticino (Op. 6.) . Bridge. I was sketching near this when ajolly old priest with a red nose came up and begana conversation with me. He was evidently a popularcharacter, for every one who passed greeted him. Hetold me that the devil did not really build the said I presumed not, for he was not in the habitof spending his time so well. I wish he had built it, said my friend; for thenperhaps he would build us some more. Or we might even get a church out of him, said I,a little slyly. Ha, ha, ha! we will convert him, and make aofood Christi
. Alps and sanctuaries of Piedmont and the Canton Ticino (Op. 6.) . Bridge. I was sketching near this when ajolly old priest with a red nose came up and begana conversation with me. He was evidently a popularcharacter, for every one who passed greeted him. Hetold me that the devil did not really build the said I presumed not, for he was not in the habitof spending his time so well. I wish he had built it, said my friend; for thenperhaps he would build us some more. Or we might even get a church out of him, said I,a little slyly. Ha, ha, ha! we will convert him, and make aofood Christian of him in the end. When will our Protestantism, or Rationalism, orwhatever it may be, sit as lightly upon ourselves ? CHAPTER XI. S. AMBROGIO AKD NEIGHBOURHOOD, Since the opening of the railway, the old inn wherethe diligences and private carriages used to stop hasbeen closed ; but I was made, in a homely way, ex-tremely comfortable at the Scudo di Francia, keptby Signor Bonaudo andhis wife. I stayed here over a fortnight, duringwhich I made One day I went toSan Giorio, as it isalways written, thoughSan Giorgio is evident-ly intended. Here thereis a ruined castle, beau-tifully placed upon a Um *»&> *^~-*»~3sa®£iiMk , ... , . , . INN AT S. AMBROGIO. hill; this castle shows well from the railway shortly after leaving Bussolenostation, on the right hand going towards Turin. Hav-ing been struck with it, I went by train to Bussoleno 150 ALPS AND SANCTUARIES. (where there is much that I was unwillingly compelledto neglect), and walked back to San Giorio. On myway, however, I saw a patch of Cima-da-Conegliano-looking meadow-land on a hill some way above me,and on this there rose from among the chestnuts whatlooked like a castellated mansion. I thought it wellto make a digression to this, and when I got there,after a lovely walk, knocked at the door, having beentold by peasants that there would be no difficultyabout my taking a look round. The place is cal
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