The women are not behind-hand in openness of confidence and comical sincerity.  We have all heard much of Italian cicisbeism; I had a mind to know how matters really stood; and took the nearest way to information by asking a mighty beautiful and apparently artless young creature, not noble, how that affair was managed, for there is no harm done I am sure, said I:  “Why no,” replied she, “no great harm to be sure:  except wearisome attentions from a man one cares little about:  for my own part,” continued she, “I detest the custom, as I happen to love my husband excessively, and desire nobody’s company in the world but his.  We are not people of fashion though you know, nor at all rich; so how should we set fashions for our betters?  They would only say, see how jealous he is! if Mr. Such-a-one sat much with me at home, or went with me to the Corso; and I must go with some gentleman you know:  and the men are such ungenerous creatures, and have such ways with them:  I want money often, and this cavaliere servente pays the bills, and so the connection draws closer—­that’s all.”  And your husband! said I—­“Oh, why he likes to see me well dressed; he is very good natured, and very charming; I love him to my heart.”  And your confessor! cried I.—­“Oh, why he is used to it”—­in the Milanese dialect—­e assuefaa.

Well! we will not send people to Milan to study delicacy or very refined morality to be sure; but were the crust of British affectation lifted off many a character at home, I know not whether better, that is honester, hearts would be found under it than that of this pretty girl, God forbid that I should prove an advocate for vice; but let us remember, that the banishment of all hypocrisy and deceit is a vast compensation for the want of one great virtue.—­The certainty that the worst, whatever that worst may be, meets your immediate inspection, gives great repose to the mind:  you know there is no latent poison lurking out of sight; no colours to come out stronger by throwing water suddenly against them, as you do to old fresco paintings:  and talking freely with women in this country, though you may have a chance to light on ignorance, you are never teized by folly.

The mind of an Italian, whether man or woman, seldom fails, for ought I see, to make up in extent what is wanted in cultivation; and that they possess the art of pleasing in an eminent degree, the constancy with which they are mutually beloved by each other is the best proof.

Ladies of distinction bring with them when they marry, besides fortune, as many clothes as will last them seven years; for fashions do not change here as often as at London or Paris; yet is pin-money allowed, and an attention paid to the wife that no Englishwoman can form an idea of:  in every family her duties are few; for, as I have observed, household management falls to the master’s share of course, when all