My two companions left this morning at half past five. Strolled through the corridors of the University, reading the epitaphs of the learned men, distinguished in this part of Italy during the last centuries. The buildings are modern and extensive, and the principal cement of this once seat of the Lombard Kings. The Ticinius about the size of the Genesee at Rochester skirts the walls of the city.

Walked across the bridge but could see little, the town and country being enveloped in frost and fog. At 11 embarked on a canal boat to return to Milan, with some 20 or 30 other passengers of all conditions, but many of them students going to Milan to spend the remaining week of the carnival. The fare 3/4ths of a livre - 6 stirlg. - never traveled twenty miles at so low a price before. But, rather slow as it was five o'clock when I arrived at the Gran Brettagna before arriving at the city, a poor poet erne on board - recited one of his verses for the amusement of the passengers, who rewarded him with a few coppers. Being in the Milanese dialect, understood very little of what he said -