The warmth and sun of yesterday have brought on angry clouds today, distilling themselves in copious and drenching rain. Received a letter from Florence from my friend Simos - who finds the capital of Tuscany quite dull and devoid of the usual amusements of the season. The court is in mourning for the death of the Arch Dukes eldest daughter. The 9 theaters are all to open today at the Pergola (this word means a vine harbour), the operas of the Huguenots and Robert le Diable had been to the venerable residence of Maccni ar elli, last winter the residence of Macchiar elli - last winter the residence of la bella Esthere.

The colombe solitaire has flown and in her place a family of bambini piccini says that poverty is but too visible at Florence. His 3rd visit but more enthusiastic in his admiration of the Fornarina, the Magdalena, the Cleopatra and other works of the great masters than ever. Will shortly pack and off for Naples where he understands is great concourse of fashionables.

At the opening of the Fenice this evening - a large and splendid theatre, crowded to excess, all the boxes filled. The first night of the season every body goes to the grand theatre at Venice, even if a family have to deprive themselves of necessities to pay for a loge, or pawn a piece of plate, rather than be so unfashionable as not to appear at the Teatro nobile.

The opera of Sappho did not seem to give much satisfaction, lie and the ballet was hissed. Was sorry for my favourite Madame Groll - she appeared quite dishearted at the fastidious Venetians. But, the music of the great Rubin was hissed at Venice at the commencement of his career. Got home to my rooms as late as one o'clock - five hours in a theatre entirely too long. The Signora mia padrona had arrived from the San enedetto two hours before -