jaunt The day before, I had a cruel accident, and so extraordinary an one, that it seems to touch upon the traveller.  I had brought with me a little black spaniel of King Charles’s breed; but the prettiest, fattest, dearest creature!  I had let it out of the chaise for the air, and it was waddling along close to the head of the horses, on the top of the highest Alps, by the side of a wood of firs.  There darted out a young wolf, seized poor dear Tory (172) by the throat, and, before we could possibly prevent it, sprung up the side of the rock and carried him off.  The postilion jumped off and struck at him with his whip, but in vain.  I saw it and screamed, but in vain; for the road was so narrow, that the servants that were behind could not get by the chaise to shoot him.  What is the extraordinary part is, that it was but two o’clock, and broad sunshine.  It was shocking to see anything one loved run away with to so horrid a death. .... .

Just coming out of Camber, which is a little nasty old hole, I copied an inscription set up at the end of a great road, which was practised through an immense solid rock by bursting it asunder with gunpowder.  The Latin is pretty enough, and so I send it you: 

“Carolus Emanuel ii.  Sab. dux, Pedem. princeps, Cypri rex,public`a felicitate part`a, singulorum commodis intentus, breviorem securioremque viam regiam, natur`a occlusam, Romanis intentatam, mteris desperatam, dejectis scopulorum repagulus, aquata montiuminiquitate, quae cervicibus imminebant precipitia pedibus substernens, aeternis populorum commerciis patefecit.  A.D. 1670.”

We passed the Pas de Suze, where is a strong fortress on a rock, between two very neighbouring mountains; and then, through a fine avenue of three leagues, we at last discovered Tturin:—­

“E l’un k l’altro mostra, ed in tanto oblia La noia, e’l mal ‘delta passata via."’

’Tis really by far one of the prettiest cities I have seen; not one of your large straggling ones that can afford to have twenty dirty suburbs, but, clean and compact, very new and very regular.  The king’s palace is not of the proudest without, but of the richest within; painted, gilt, looking-glassed, very costly, but very tawdry; in short, a very popular palace.  We were last night at the Italian comedy-the devil of a house and the devil of actors!  Besides this, there is a sort of an heroic tragedy, called “La rapprentatione dell’ Anima Damnata."(173) A woman, a sinner, comes in and makes a solemn prayer to the Trinity:  enter Jesus Christ and the Virgin:  he scolds, and exit:  she tells the woman her son is very angry, but she don’t know, she will see what she can do.  After the play we were introduced to the assembly, which they call the conversazione:  there were many people playing at ombre, pharaoh, and a game called taroc, with cards so high, (174) to the number of seventy-eight.  There are three or four English here Lord Lincoln,(175) with Spence,(176)