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her from the shower (umbrellas being either unknown at
that time, or not worn by military men) ; the ecstasy of
Paris., when ; nay, there are similes enough already;
to put you au fait of my sensations at the time. We passed
a cave also, the great Posilipan grotto ; but not a la Didon
—that is to say, in a much more decent and quiet manner
than Virgil’s silence leads us to suspect was the case with his
hero. You may be sure, had the Mantuan author written
the Histoire Secrete, or Chronique scandaleuse de la Cour de
Carthage, instead of an epic poem, we should have a less
abrupt account of the mysterious adventure of the grotto.
Be that as it may, the Neapolitan couple arrived safe, and
pleased with each other, at the head-quarters in the Infres-
cata; and after a short toilette, went, solus cum sola, to the
play, having previously refreshed themselves, in the Strada
Toledo, with some ices, of which the lovely Giuliana par-
took, in my opinion, rather too abundantly.—The opera was
C( Chi d’altrui si vesti presto si spoglia* remarkable for
the probability of the incidents. A young lady of fortune, on
her journey to Naples, in order to marry a naval captain,
who is to arrive there at an appointed time, is attacked and
robbed on the road by a gang of highwaymen : her cham-
ber-maid, escaping by some good luck or other, pursues the
journey, and forms the plan of imposing herself as the mis-
tress on the captain. The latter, on his voyage to Naples, is
attacked by an Algerine corsair : his servant, escaping by
some good luck or other, pursues the voyage, and forms the
plan of imposing himself as his master on the lady. Thus
the footman and chamber-maid arrive at Naples nearly at
the same time, and cheat each other into wedlock. So far
only can I give you the fable of this curious dramatic pro-
duction ; my poor Giuliana being, in the middle of the per-
formance, seized with what she called spasms and sickness,
of
* Who adorns himself with others’ feathers, will soon be plucked.
her from the shower (umbrellas being either unknown at
that time, or not worn by military men) ; the ecstasy of
Paris., when ; nay, there are similes enough already;
to put you au fait of my sensations at the time. We passed
a cave also, the great Posilipan grotto ; but not a la Didon
—that is to say, in a much more decent and quiet manner
than Virgil’s silence leads us to suspect was the case with his
hero. You may be sure, had the Mantuan author written
the Histoire Secrete, or Chronique scandaleuse de la Cour de
Carthage, instead of an epic poem, we should have a less
abrupt account of the mysterious adventure of the grotto.
Be that as it may, the Neapolitan couple arrived safe, and
pleased with each other, at the head-quarters in the Infres-
cata; and after a short toilette, went, solus cum sola, to the
play, having previously refreshed themselves, in the Strada
Toledo, with some ices, of which the lovely Giuliana par-
took, in my opinion, rather too abundantly.—The opera was
C( Chi d’altrui si vesti presto si spoglia* remarkable for
the probability of the incidents. A young lady of fortune, on
her journey to Naples, in order to marry a naval captain,
who is to arrive there at an appointed time, is attacked and
robbed on the road by a gang of highwaymen : her cham-
ber-maid, escaping by some good luck or other, pursues the
journey, and forms the plan of imposing herself as the mis-
tress on the captain. The latter, on his voyage to Naples, is
attacked by an Algerine corsair : his servant, escaping by
some good luck or other, pursues the voyage, and forms the
plan of imposing himself as his master on the lady. Thus
the footman and chamber-maid arrive at Naples nearly at
the same time, and cheat each other into wedlock. So far
only can I give you the fable of this curious dramatic pro-
duction ; my poor Giuliana being, in the middle of the per-
formance, seized with what she called spasms and sickness,
of
* Who adorns himself with others’ feathers, will soon be plucked.