HILLS.

ITALIAN LAKES.

THEY LAND UPON AUSTRIAN TERRITORY EN ROUTE FOR MILAN. WHILE THE “PROPER OFFICER” TAKES POSSESSION OF THEIR PASSPORTS, THE WHOLE AVAILABLE POPULATION POUNCES UPON THE LUGGAGE, AND, AFTER APPORTIONING IT INTO “SMALL ALLOTMENTS,” CARRIES IT OFF TO THE CUSTOM HOUSE.

THE OFFICIAL HERE IS SEEN “POINTING” ON THE SCENT (AS HE THINKS) OF CONTRABAND GOODS IN ONE OF ROBINSON’S PORTMANTEAUS. HE DID NOT “FIND,” BUT IN THE HUNT, TOSSED R.’S “THINGS” DREADFULLY. BROWN REVENGED THE WRONGS OF SELF AND FRIENDS, BY TAKING A FULL LENGTH, ON THE SPOT, OF THAT IMPOSING ADMINISTRATOR, WHO STANDS OVER THERE, WITH THE PASSPORTS IN HIS HAND.

“EXCELSIOR!”
AN ITALIAN VIEW.	“BUON GIORNO.”

EVENING ON THE LAGO MAGGIORE.

“’KNOWEST THOU THE LAND’ WHERE THE GRAPES ARE AS PLENTIFUL AS BLACKBERRIES IN ENGLAND; AND WHERE ONE HAS ONLY TO STOP A MINUTE AT THE ROADSIDE, AND PULL NO END OF ’EM. O ’TIS THERE! ’TIS THERE! ETC.” —Robinson’s Letters to his Kinsfolk.

MARIE.
OH! MARIE OF THE LAGO D’ORTA, MAID OF THE INN, AND MOST BEAUTIFUL OF WAITRESSES, HOW WELL DO I REMEMBER THEE! HOW GRACEFUL WERE ALL THY MOVEMENTS; WHAT NATURAL EASE, TOGETHER WITH WHAT A DIGNIFIED RESERVE; —HOW TRULY A LADY WERT THOU! YOU DID NOT KNOW IT, BUT WHEN YOU WAITED UPON US, I ALWAYS FELT INCLINED TO JUMP UP FROM MY CHAIR, AND OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU— TO TAKE THE DISHES FROM YOUR HANDS, TO ASK YOU RESPECTFULLY TO BE SEATED, TO WAIT UPON YOU IN FACT. AND O! HOW I DID DETEST THAT WICKED OLD LANDLADY, YOUR MISTRESS, WHO USED TO BULLY AND SCOLD YOU. AND I WONDER WHETHER YOU REMEMBER ME. —From a MS., very rare, in possession of Brown.
	THIS PICTURE REPRESENTS BROWN AS HE APPEARED, HIS FEELINGS BEING “TOO MANY FOR HIM,” ON HEARING THAT ELDERLY SHE-DRAGON, THE LANDLADY, VENTING HER ILL-HUMOUR UPON THE GENTLE MARIE. HE STOLE OUT OF THE DINING-ROOM, LOOKED OVER INTO THE YARD, AND THERE BEHELD THE FURIOUS OLD FEMALE SHAKING HER FIST, AND POURING FORTH A TORRENT OF ABUSE. BROWN WAS NOT NATURALLY OF A SAVAGE TEMPERAMENT, BUT AT THAT MOMENT HE FELT THAT HE COULD HAVE—BUT IT IS BEST NOT TO SAY WHAT HE COULD HAVE DONE—IT WAS TOO TERRIBLE FOR PUBLICATION IN THESE PAGES.

A BOAT AT ORTA.

A MOUNTAIN WALK.

ROBINSON, WITH WARMTH, AND SOME DISTANCE BEHIND,— “WHAT IS THE USE OF GOING ON AT THAT RATE?”

POOR JONES! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT HE COULD EVER BE TIRED!

PLEASANT.

THE ACCIDENT THAT BEFELL ROBINSON. —No. 1.

THE ACCIDENT THAT BEFELL ROBINSON. —No. 2.

ORTA.

ROBINSON RETIRES FOR THE NIGHT.

TO PREVENT ANXIETY, WE HAD BETTER STATE THAT HE IS TIRED—NOTHING ELSE.

“NOW DO, ROBINSON, JUMP UP LIKE A GOOD FELLOW; WE OUGHT TO BE STARTING NOW—AND THINK HOW PLEASANT IT WILL BE, ONCE YOU ARE UP!”

VARALLO.

THE INN.

HOW BROWN, RETURNING FROM SKETCHING, WAS BESET BY BEGGARS IN A LONELY PLACE.

MILAN.