The steamer running between Trieste and Venice is small - wrapped in pelissi and slept on a sofa - but not very soundly - up before day and on deck to see the entrance into the port of Venice - a glorious sun rise - was eight o clock by the time we got in sight of the tower of Saint Mark - the entrance - is a winding channel among the islands in front of the port - passed the public gardens - and anchored opposite the Ducal palace - the venerable building stands in front of the city, - associated with events illustrious in the history of the past republic - immediately came crowding round the steamer numbers of boats and among them some of a long narrow construction with a canopy in the centre - covered with black cloth - these are gondolas - the hacking couches of Venice.

Embarked with my luggage in one and landed on the steps of the Albergo Europa - a building on the Canale Grande - once a sumptuous palace - now in its delapidated state used as an hotel - spent the rest of the day in going about the city mostly in Gondola - among palaces and churches - the grandeur of times past - now in a venerable state of decay - viewing them with feelings of regret that such noble specimens of architecture cannot be preserved to posterity - - in the evening promenaded in the piazza a St Mark - the collonades lighted with lamps and filled with company have a cheerfull and pleasing effect - at the Teatro Bennedetto - the Opera Buffa chi dum