palaces; their innumerable lights will be reflected in the glassy
surface of the Grand Canal. We shall feel for the last time "the
quick silent passing" of the only Venetian cab.


"How light we move, how softly! Ah,
Were life but as the gondola!"


To-morrow we shall be rowed against the current to Padua. We shall
see Malcontenta and its ruined villa: Oriago and Mira and the
campanile of Dolo. Venice will lie behind us, but she will never
be forgotten. Many a time on such a night as this we shall say
with other wandering Venetians:-


"O Venezia benedetta!
Non ti voglio piu lasciar!"



PENELOPE'S PRINTS OF WALES



And at length it chanced that I came to the fairest Valley in the
World, wherein were trees of equal growth; and a river ran through
the Valley, and a path was by the side of the river. And I
followed the path until midday, and I continued my journey along
the remainder of the Valley until the evening: and at the