Very sweet to my ear was the continual hymn in the streets of Florence, in honor of Pius IX.  It is the Roman hymn, and none of the new ones written in Tuscany have been able to take its place.  The people thank the Grand Duke when he does them good, but they know well from whose mind that good originates, and all their love is for the Pope.  Time presses, or I would fain describe in detail the troupe of laborers of the lower class, marching home at night, keeping step as if they were in the National Guard, filling the air, and cheering the melancholy moon, by the patriotic hymns sung with the mellow tone and in the perfect time which belong to Italians.  I would describe the extempore concerts in the streets, the rejoicings at the theatres, where the addresses of liberal souls to the people, through that best vehicle, the drama, may now be heard.  But I am tired; what I have to write would fill volumes, and my letter must go.  I will only add some words upon the happy augury I draw from the wise docility of the people.  With what readiness they listened to wise counsel, and the hopes of the Pope that they would give no advantage to his enemies, at a time when they were so fevered by the knowledge that conspiracy was at work in their midst!  That was a time of trial.  On all these occasions of popular excitement their conduct is like music, in such order, and with such union of the melody of feeling with discretion where to stop; but what is wonderful is that they acted in the same manner on that difficult occasion.  The influence of the Pope here is without bounds; he can always calm the crowd at once.  But in Tuscany, where they have no such idol, they listened in the same way on a very trying occasion.  The first announcement of the regulation for the Tuscan National Guard terribly disappointed the people; they felt that the Grand Duke, after suffering them to demonstrate such trust and joy on the feast of the 12th, did not really trust, on his side; that he meant to limit them all he could.  They felt baffled, cheated; hence young men in anger tore down at once the symbols of satisfaction and respect; but the leading men went among the people, begged them to be calm, and wait till a deputation had seen the Grand Duke.  The people, listening at once to men who, they were sure, had at heart their best good, waited; the Grand Duke became convinced, and all ended without disturbance.  If they continue to act thus, their hopes cannot be baffled.  Certainly I, for one, do not think that the present road will suffice to lead Italy to her goal.  But it is an onward, upward road, and the people learn as they advance.  Now they can seek and think fearless of prisons and bayonets, a healthy circulation of blood begins, and the heart frees itself from disease.