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the fall of Paris, & others sounding in our ears. At last is the ‘buon’ giorno’ given, but this music is relinquished only for some equally sweet though less varied or exciting, for from a cage hung up in a tree hard by, 2 little doves have all the day long been cooing in earnest, with their low & melancholy yet sweetly soothing melody. Can any spot be imagined more suited to the retiring habits of a bridal pair than this, where everything artificially as well as naturally conspires to quiet beauty & repose. We have cared not throughout the day to ramble beyond its precincts, & have found the day only too short, & the period of our departure from it, (for we leave it tomorrow afternoon) only too near for our enjoyment of its serenity.
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THURS. JULY 20. Many beautiful and scarce varieties of roses we found in the flower beds, one a fringed moss rose was curious – another growing up the verandah pillar near our room (No.1 & our bedroom over it) had in the centre of each blossom a number of small buds growing from it. A most singular appearance it presented. Many other curious & good specimens of flowers we discovered here. After breakfast we walked to the Sandrock Spring, entering our names at the small cottage above. The spring rises within a cold little building; we tasted the ink, I beg pardon, the water but found that it resembled the former liquid too nearly to tempt us to a prolonged draught. It is a nice rough steep path which leads down to this spot, & it continues on to Blackgangchine, overlooking

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