A bright sky - put my spy glass in my pocket and ascended the Duomo. Accompanied by a guide in priestly robe who pointed out to me the different edifices, most conspicuous in the city. Beyond, the rich plain of Lombardy lays, extending to the North some thirty miles to the Alps - in this direction Como. At the foot, the lake of that name is visible and a little more to the east of Bergamo. Far away in the horizon to the west is a single tower, indistinct - this my guide said was Turin - not less than 80 miles distant. The roof and spires of the Duomo are a forest of sculptures and marble statues - mostly in good taste and in fine preservation. The building of different spires is still going on at an annual cost of 100,000 livres.

After feasting my eyes in the airy regions, descended to the sacristy where the treasures and relics are kept. A silver statue of St. Ambrose, as large as life, holding a golden book in his hands. This present of the city to the Duomo cost the sum of 700,000 livres some sixty years ago. Also a number of others adorned with emeralds, rubies and topazes of large size. The silver utensils used at the coronation of the emperor in 1858 and an anterior cloth of gold embroidery by Pelligrino.

The foliage and figures in excellent style. At our table d'hote - entered into conversation with a literary man who appeared much pleased at my little knowledge of the Italian poets and reciting a few lines from Petrarch gave me his card. Count Ettore Pallastrelli - has traveled in England and understand has published some poetry -