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					<l>Friday Dec. 23<hi rend='superscript:true;'>rd</hi> &apos;64</l>
					<l>Castillia told me Wednesday eve-</l>
					<l>-ning that the King&apos;s personal friends had</l>
					<l>tried to persuade him not to go to the theatre</l>
					<l>on New Year&apos;s night, as it was almost certain that</l>
					<l>instead of the applause usual on that occasion</l>
					<l>he would be hissed. The reply of the King was,</l>
					<l>&apos;let them hiss me, I shall take it as a proof</l>
					<l>of their affection, since it shows that they</l>
					<l>do not wish me to go to Florence. I shall go.&apos;</l>
					<l>Mr Castillia was delighted at the spirit shown</l>
					<l>by him. Last evening, through a blunder on</l>
					<l>the part of Alexander, who I believe never</l>
					<l>blundered before, the Hardmans were refused</l>
					<l>to be received, and we regretted it ten-fold</l>
					<l>because they brought with them the famous</l>
					<l>Dall&apos;Ongaro. This is the second time we have</l>
					<l>missed him, to our great disappointment.</l>
					<l>Perelli came early this morning with a proposal</l>
					<l>pour Miss Arbesser to meet the Gigliuccis</l>
					<l>here some evening. I must manage it if I</l>
					<l>can.</l>
					<l>Tuesday 27</l>
					<l>Saturday morning Edward made his</l>
					<l>appearance to our great delight and we talked</l>
					<l>without pause till visitors came in - the Hardmans</l>
					<l>Collegnos etc-, and then all the evening till</l>
					<l>I felt almost giddy with the excitement of so much</l>
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					<l>news from home. Sunday we spent much in</l>
					<l>the same way. Mr Artoni joined us at our</l>
					<l>Christmas dinner and in the evening we wel-</l>
					<l>-comed Edward, celebrated the re-election of Pres.</l>
					<l>Lincoln and the appearance of Sherman on the</l>
					<l>Atlantic coast in a munificent bowl of egg punch.</l>
					<l>The satisfaction in the kitchen department was</l>
					<l>not less than in the drawing-room. A good</l>
					<l>many visits on Monday, and a final settlement</l>
					<l>that Perrelli is to play here before a few friends</l>
					<l>Wednesday evening. A note from Miss Arbesser</l>
					<l>last night diverted me not a little. She consulted</l>
					<l>me Saturday as to the propriety of presenting</l>
					<l>Perrelli to the Osten-Sachens, and I told her</l>
					<l>distinctly that I could not give her any advice in</l>
					<l>the matter, not knowing the Osten-Sachens, or her</l>
					<l>relations to them well enough to form an opinion.</l>
					<l>Now she writes that agreeable to my advice she has</l>
					<l>asked the Osten-Sachens etc-etc-! I hardly know</l>
					<l>whether to laugh or be vexed at this instance of <hi rend='strikethrough:true;'>turn</hi></l>
					<l>&apos;turning cat in pan&apos;, but Miss A__ seems so honest that</l>
					<l>I think the fault was in the head, not the heart.</l>
					<l>Madame Solvyns was announced Tuesday morning,</l>
					<l>sat down, and talked in a succession of jerks with</l>
					<l>only a short pause between, for about a quarter of</l>
					<l>an hour and then swept abruptly out of the</l>
					<l>room in her usual way. It was a comfort however</l>
					<l>to find that she could talk still - a fact of which</l>
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					<l>I have had no proof for many a month past -</l>
					<l>Ida Rosazza, whose coming caused the</l>
					<l>exit of M<hi rend='superscript:true;'>me</hi> Solvyns, says that the excitement among</l>
					<l>the Piedmontese about the King&apos;s going to the</l>
					<l>theatre on New Years eve is very great - that if he</l>
					<l>would only address them a few words to express his</l>
					<l>regret at leaving them &amp;c. every unkind feeling will</l>
					<l>be instantly forgotten and he would be hailed by</l>
					<l>applauding shouts. We shall see.</l>
					<l>Thursday Dec 29<hi rend='superscript:true;'>th</hi></l>
					<l>Perrelli sent his piano about three</l>
					<l>o&apos;clock yesterday in spite of the rain</l>
					<l>luckily</l>
					<l>just after</l>
					<l>M<hi rend='superscript:true;'>me</hi> Pioda left me, as I should have been</l>
					<l>sorry to have her seen what looked like prepara-</l>
					<l>-tions for a party. When evening came we were</l>
					<l>surprised to find that out of the twenty four</l>
					<l>guests invited twenty one were present. The</l>
					<l>absentees being Mrs Elliot who was too unwell</l>
					<l>to come, Count Pasolini who, his wife assures us,</l>
					<l>dared not be guilty of the rudeness of coming in the</l>
					<l>evening without having been first presented in the</l>
					<l>morning!, and young Giovanni Gigliucci who</l>
					<l>was detained by official duties with his regiment.</l>
					<l>This will be rather a warning to me not to trust</l>
					<l>to the ordinary rule as to the proportion of regrets</l>
					<l>to be expected. Everything went off to a charm.</l>
					<l>The music was really wonderful - not merely</l>
					<l>for the mechanical skill shown, but for the</l>
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					<l>genius and the taste. During the whole evening</l>
					<l>there was not the slightest contre-temps of any kind ex-</l>
					<l>-cept the mistake, (if it can be called a mistake) of</l>
					<l>Alexander in announcing the artist as - <hi rend='underlined:true;'>Il signor</hi></l>
					<l><hi rend='underlined:true;'>professore Perrelli</hi>. He did not like it and told</l>
					<l>Mr Marsh so, in order I suppose that we should not</l>
					<l>present him to others under that title. I knew</l>
					<l>nothing of the circumstance till all were gone</l>
					<l>but fortunately, I had not put in the offensive</l>
					<l><hi rend='underlined:true;'>professore</hi> in any case on presenting him. It</l>
					<l>was sometime before I could make out what his</l>
					<l>cause of complaint was, but on consideration I</l>
					<l>think it must have been on the ground that it</l>
					<l>implied that he was a <hi rend='strikethrough:true;'>paid</hi> performer paid for</l>
					<l>the entertainment of the evening. His <hi rend='underlined:true;'>mauvaise</hi></l>
					<l><hi rend='underlined:true;'>humeur</hi> however was speedily forgotten in</l>
					<l>the way in which his music was received</l>
					<l>and I think he left us as well satisfied as</l>
					<l>the rest of our guests. - Glorious news</l>
					<l>from Sherman and Thomas - </l>
					<l>February 21<hi rend='superscript:true;'>st</hi> 1865,</l>
					<l>Almost two months since my last date</l>
					<l>rather restless two months too for ourselves as well as poor</l>
					<l>Italy. We left Turin early in January for Florence being</l>
					<l>satisfied that during these transition-weeks I, if not my husband,</l>
					<l>might as well be there as here. We went by rail to Genoa</l>
					<l>thence by vetturino to Spezia and a more delightful journey</l>
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					<l>could not well have been. Edward &amp; Carrie were so charmed</l>
					<l>with the country, the climate - in short every thing. The air, as</l>
					<l>soon as we passed out from the last tunnel near Genoa</l>
					<l>was as soft as May in N. E. &amp; the roses were shining on</l>
					<l>every hedge-top. At Nervi we stopped to enquire for</l>
					<l>for [sic] Mme Rothan, who early as it was, came out to the</l>
					<l>carriage herself to greet us, &amp; looking as lovely as the</l>
					<l>human angel that she is. How the oranges glowed in the</l>
					<l>sunshine of the Jan. morning! At Spezia we passed</l>
					<l>the second night from Genoa and the next morning took</l>
					<l>the railway for Pisa. Here we spent a day for the sake of</l>
					<l>the young people who had never been there, and to give our-</l>
					<l>selves a chance to see Lady St Germains, the sister of Lady</l>
					<l>Estcourt. We found her feeble in body and sad in spirit,</l>
					<l>the wreck of a beautiful woman, whose lack of moral</l>
					<l>energy has made her the prey of <hi rend='underlined:true;'>spongers</hi> &amp; harpies</l>
					<l>of all sorts. She was much affected when she spoke of her</l>
					<l>friends in England, but there</l>
					<l>were</l>
					<l>jealous dependants in the room</l>
					<l>observing every look, listening to every word, and she dared not</l>
					<l>be more definite than to say that she had many troubles &amp;</l>
					<l>that if we were once settled in Florence she might venture</l>
					<l>to ask our advice. Poor thing, it too late I fear to do any</l>
					<l>for her - either to save</l>
					<l>her</l>
					<l>fortune or get her out of the hands of her</l>
					<l>false friends. After our visit to Lady St Germain, we went</l>
					<l>to see the Guido at I forget what palace close to our hotel.</l>
					<l>It represents a Cupid vanquished, bound, deprived of his arrows</l>
					<l>by a larger &amp; more angelic Love who stoops to commit</l>
					<l>them to the flames - a most divine picture.</l>
					<l>By a <hi rend='strikethrough:true;'>chage</hi> change in the trains of which even</l>
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					<l>the hotels were not notified, we missed the convoglio for Flor.</l>
					<l>and were detained another <hi rend='strikethrough:true;'>da</hi> night in Pisa. Early in the</l>
					<l>morning of the 9<hi rend='superscript:true;'>th</hi> we were on our way to F. Alex__ made another</l>
					<l>mistake, put into the wrong line and we lost Pistoia which we</l>
					<l>wished E. to see. It rained hard however and it was of little</l>
					<l>consequence which route we took.</l>
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