Sallied out in search of a more comfortable hotel, which in Milan are all of one construction. With a court yard in the centre, visited the Croce di Malta - the Bella Venezia, etc. but found none to suit me better than the Gran Brettagna - where there is a table d'hote dined in good style at half past four.

The consul & several other gentlemen - Mr. Snowden who passes the winter at Milan, the consuls name is Mr. Campbell, an Italian count and some five or six other Italians. Vino di asti, a light but agreeable wine of Piedemont was handed round at the dessert.

Evening went to see the tragedy of Saul the chef d'oeuvre of Alfieri. Modena the actor performed admirably the ravines of Saul, the other performers indifferent, and the theatre called Lentasio, a dirty disagreeable house and excessively crowded by the working class of people. Stood the whole time and nothing but the desire of seeing Alfieri's Saul could have induced me to stay -