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These flower girls are modest and pretty. They do not often try to sell you flowers, but force them into your hand, and turn away as if they were indifferent about the pay. Frequently they dart away before you can draw out your purse, and in a half hour will meet you again, and thrust another bouquet into your hand, or twine a sweet rose or blushing pink in the button-hole of your coat, and are off before you can say, "Thank you." As you ride along, shower after shower of roses will fall into your carriage, thrown by a graceful hand, with a most interesting smile.

The objects of interest in Florence are the cathedral, the baptistry, similar to that of Pisa, and the bell tower; the Pitti Palace, with its museums and galleries of art; the Boboli Gardens, with their rich foliage and shady walks; the convents and churches, rich with works of art; and a large number of public and private edifices, which wealth has adorned and beautified. The cathedral is an odd-looking structure, with a fine dome, from which Michael Angelo modeled that of St. Peter's, in Rome. The dome was the work of Brunelleschi, and is a wonder, which will make his name noted as long as it continues to stand. It is built in alternate layers of black and white stone, and presents a unique appearance.

The palace of the grand duke is a very fine structure. It was built by Luca Pitti, who, by a series of misfortunes, became involved in ruin and disgrace. The galleries are filled with the finest paintings, in which are treasured up the works of the old masters. Miles on miles of paintings, and seas on seas of fine carving and chisel work, are to be found. Here are the evidences of the genius of Titian, Raphael, Rubens, Bartolommeo, Michael Angelo, and a host of the old masters who have now fallen asleep.

Nothing interested me more, while in this delightful city, than the visits which I made to the studios of sev eral of the prominent artists of the place; among others, that of Pampeloni, the author of the Kneeling Samuel, copies of which in plaster are so common. The elder Pampaloni is dead; but his son, inheriting his genins still continues to give life to dead marble, changing deformity to order and beauty. Several exquisite statues on which the artist was engaged were shown us. One of great excellence as a work of art, to which the finishing stroke was just being given, was Magdalene in the Wilderness; but who knows what that means? A woman reclining on her side, her arm upon a mossy stone, a rude cross beside her, and her hand resting on a skull. The lifelike countenance, the exquisite finish of the limbs, and the gentle look of piety depicted on the features, render the work one of great interest.

Leaving Pampaloni's, we repaired to the studio of our countryman, Hiram Powers, who stands in the front rank in his profession. Here, in this little room, were the Greek Slave, and Eve, modeled and finished. The American feels at home on entering; for besides the frank, open, cordial salutation which he receives from the artist, he sees the busts of various distinguished men whose names are indissolubly associated with the history of our own country. Mr. Powers is now engaged upon a work which he designs shall represent the Genius of America. It is a female figure, with a loose, flowing sash thrown about her person, a serene and placid countenance, one hand lifted, and the fingers pointing to heaven, as if appealing to the Most High, as our great sovereign and helper, the other hand placed upon a bundle of rods, representing the states of our confederacy, and the feet standing on the broken