I pray you let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.
Musseum ante omnia.
I must transport my reader from the banks of the
Piora, where I left him at the close of the last Chapter,
to the door of the Convent of S. Antonio in the little town
of Citta della Pieve, some forty miles to the north-east,
and within the Roman frontier. He will have no reason
to regret the change of scene. He will find himself on a
lofty height, commanding a wide, deep valley, with many
a slope and undulation, among which
" sweet Clanis wanders
Through corn, and vines, and flowers."