Was awake very early this morning by a whining noise - something like the crying of a child - could not a first immagine what it meant or where it came from - but soon concluded the occupier of the adjoining room was an insane person and an englishman - as he kept constantly calling out Betsy, Betsy - - saw him as he went out of his room - a welldressed middle aged man - very wrong in his friends to let such a man travel about alone - Met Mr. Moore the American Consul on change (?) and accompanied him by previous invitation to his house to dine - has a very pleasant retired seat on the hill near the Cathedral - Mrs. Moore is an american - they have a numerous family, mostly young misses - she informed me she came to Burope with Mr. Gallatin twenty five years ago then he was minister to the Court of France - from the garden is a beautifull view of the city and the Adriatic coast as far as Aquileice -

An uninteresting day - rain in the morning - at nine took coffee and a roll at Tomasso - dined at 2 - at the table d' bote at the Prince Metternich - and after theatre supped a la carte.

This is Sunday - went to mass at Saint Antonio Necchio - and found the audience composed mostly of fashionable people, particularly ladies - but not as devout in appearance as in Rome and Naples - the oldest building in Trieste is the cathedral on the hill cabled Saint Justo into the walls of which are built in, nieces of reman sculpture - nearby is the grave of Winkelman the antiquarium who was assassinated by a servant for the gold medal that he had incautiously shewn - and which he had received as a mark of distinction - in the afternoon walked out to the passeggio dell Boschetto - a pleasant promenade at the Trattonia there are seats under the trees and vine harbours - where parties of promenaders were partaking of refreshments - there was also music - being alone among the busy scene - accosted two fair damsels who were seated to themselves - who told me who and what they were - one called herself a fabricante de capelli and the other a Sarte da Dorme - that they came every suniay to the Boschetto for a walk - and that they were ragazze - as it was not the custom in Trieste for married women to go out alone - with a great deal of other information as to the customs of the place, etc. they spoke Italian with the Venetian dialect - as clave for chiave - ze for ce & so on - the language of the interior is Slavonic - which from their intercourse with the country people, they also speak a little - being respectable in their appearance and deportment, invited them to take ices at the cafe del acouedota, which having done - and growing dusk was in hAste to return home their residence being in the citta Necchia - near the church of the Jesuits - so ended our short acquaintances - at the opera in the evening spoke to no one nor saw any person I knew - the piece performed was Zampa - Mrs. Shaw gets very little applause - -

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Called on Mr. Moore the American consul at whose counting room I had previously left my card - found him a very agreable man - says there are no american travellers here at present - a few days since a young gentleman Mr. (blank space) from Albany left for Venice after passing only a few days at Trieste quite tired of it - thinks he would have accompanied me in my intended tour to Dalmatia - wrote letter to ray uncle Mr. Hoole - for funds to remit me to Venice care of Acting American Consul Mr. Holme - took leave this evening of my companions Mr. Sawre1l and Signor Guiseppe Lofari - accompanying them from the opera to the steamer that leaves very other night for Venice

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A scotch gentleman Mr. Reid - arrived after us last night with his wife and a young Miss their daughter - we went in a carriage together - and by six o clock were at the entrance of the Grotto - the mouth is large and receives a river of some sise- which is supposed to be the same that runs out of the same chain of mountains twelve miles off, but which has a different name - the dome is the first part we came to, and is lofty and of large dimensions - here we cross the river on a bridge and the lights are placed in different directions to give a fine effect - this is said to be the largest subterranean apartment in the world - and was known thus far untill 18l9 - when a workman broke thro a thin wall of stalactite which opened a grotto of singular extent and beauty -or three miles further - we penetrated about a mile among stalactites hanging from the roof or rising from the floor of the grotto - in some places they were close resemblances to works of art - being in all Banner of forms and figures - one place is called the english garden - there is a butchers shop and a pulpit - but the curtain is the most surprising - the spar (?) hangs down from the roof in thin and transparent folds - in the shape of fringed drapery - we were also she,- an acuatic animal that has excited a great curiosity among naturalists as it exists in no other place - they call it the proteus anguinus - it has the tail of an ell with the head and feet of the lisard - its gills serve as lungs so that it breathes the air or lives like a fish - it has no eyes - but there are points in the place of eyes - it is small not exceeding a foot in length - our excursion occupied two hours - and this part of the grotto runs in a different direction from the river - geologists account for these large appurtures in the mountain from its being composed of limestone rock that decomposes in places - after a hearty breakfast at our clean and neat hotel started back to Trieste by the route we came - stopping at Susana a little village where we dined - we landed at the Prince Metternich at six o clock - -

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Mr. Sawrell and self hired a carriage at 20 florins to carry us to Adelsburg & back - smarted in the rain - the distance is 7-3/4 german miles of about five english miles each - the road for the most part is over the Kartz mountains - spires of the Julian alps - arrived by a winding road to the summit of the ridge that overhangs Trieste to the north - there is an obolisk of brown marble An memory of the late emperor Francis - who passed that way some years ago - the roads are kept in fine order, and are crowded with waggons carrying building materials and manufactures to Trieste - we Also passed loads of cotton and colonial produce going into the interior of Germany - tha bleak barren Kartz was succeeded by a country pleasingly diversified by hill and dale - fine pasture lands interspersed with vinyards - the country is thickly populated - counted seven villages in sight at once - houses well built - large and strong as if made to last for ages - Adelsburgh is in a district of country now called Illyria - the inhabitants are german - it was dark when we drove into the yard of the hotel - were received and waited on by young women of good appearance and correct deportment - they spoke Italian - so that we got along very well - made a hearty supper about 3 o clock - and went to bed - and are to be called at daylight in the morning to see the grotto which lies about a mile from town - when I had fastened my door and got into bed - the young landlady knocked and said she wanted to come in - this request I most readily complied with and jumping up opened the door - it was only to say that another party would accompany us and that we are to be called at five instead of six - - -