Throughout my stay at Lugano I only frequented the house of M. de R——­, where I saw the Abbe Riva, a learned and discreet man, to whom I had been commended by M. Querini, his relation.  The abbe enjoyed such a reputation for wisdom amongst his fellow-countrymen that he was a kind of arbiter in all disputes, and thus the expenses of the law were saved.  It was no wonder that the gentlemen of the long robe hated him most cordially.  His nephew, Jean Baptiste Riva, was a friend of the Muses, of Bacchus, and of Venus; he was also a friend of mine, though I could not match him with the bottles.  He lent me all the nymphs he had initiated into the mysteries, and they liked him all the better, as I made them some small presents.  With him and his two pretty sisters I went to the Borromean Isles.  I knew that Count Borromeo, who had honoured me with his friendship at Turin, was there, and from him I felt certain of a warm welcome.  One of the two sisters had to pass for Riva’s wife, and the other for his sister-in-law.

Although the count was a ruined man he lived in his isles like a prince.

It would be impossible to describe these Islands of the Blest; they must be seen to be imagined.  The inhabitants enjoy an everlasting spring; there is neither heat nor cold.

The count regaled us choicely, and amused the two girls by giving them rods and lines and letting them fish.  Although he was ugly, old, and ruined, he still possessed the art of pleasing.

On the way back to Lugano, as I was making place for a carriage in a narrow road, my horse slipped and fell down a slope ten feet high.  My head went against a large stone, and I thought my last hour was come as the blood poured out of the wound.  However, I was well again in a few days.  This was my last ride on horseback.

During my stay at Lugano the inspectors of the Swiss cantons came there in its turn.  The people dignified them with the magnificent title of ambassadors, but M. de R——­ was content to call them avoyers.

These gentlemen stayed at my inn, and I had my meals with them throughout their stay.

The avoyer of Berne gave me some news of my poor friend M. F——.  His charming daughter Sara had become the wife of M, de V——­, and was happy.

A few days after these pleasant and cultured men had left, I was startled one morning by the sudden appearance of the wretched Marazzani in my room.  I seized him by his collar, threw him out, and before he had time to use his cane or his sword, I had kicked, beaten, and boxed him most soundly.  He defended himself to the best of his ability, and the landlord and his men ran up at the noise, and had some difficulty in separating us.

“Don’t let him go!” I cried, “send for the bargello and have him away to prison.”

I dressed myself hastily, and as I was going out to see M. de R——­, the bargello met me, and asked me on what charge I gave the man into custody.