and perhaps, all things considered, the world does not afford a sight more interesting. And I could not have wished a finer evening for enjoying it, after one of the most lovely days I ever witnessed at this season of the year-the air being so mild that the thermometer has been up to temperate. I took the opportunity of seeing, in the light of the moon, which is so congenial with ruins of every kind, the majestic remains which surround the Forum Romanum, as well as the Forum Trajanum and the Pantheon. The Coliseum and the Amphitheatre of Vespasian appeared grand even to awfulness; and the last evening of the year was not an uncongenial time for wandering among the memorials of the departed greatness of the once mistress of the world. I certainly think more of Rome than I did last spring. The fact is, I am now in better health, and the season. is incomparably finer. It was then relaxing. It is now bracing and invigorating, and yet so mild that I am almost tempted to think it spring. Mr. and Mrs. Dash, who are here, and myself, took a ride to-day to the Monte Mario, near the city, which it overlooks, as well as the whole of the campagna to the Appennines, north and east, forty or fifty miles, to Mount Albano south-east, and to the ocean south and south-west. Not a cloud nor a mist dimmed the atmosphere, and we enjoyed a panoramic view of the whole of this interesting and classical ground. The villa itself is delightfully situated on the summit of the mount, in the midst of groves of the cypress, the pine, the olive, and the ilex. There are beautiful ravines and slopes on the sides of the mountain, wild with trees and bushes in some spots, and in others

exhibiting the luxuriance of a gay spring garden; all kinds of vegetables as in the spring, peas just ready to blossom, and wild flowers under our feet of various and beautiful kinds. In the space of a few feet, Mrs. Dash picked eight or ten different kinds, of great delicacy and beauty. But, alas! they pay dearly for all this in the intense heats of summer and the pestilential exhalations of autumn. ***.

"For to-morrow, the first day of another year, receive, my dearest wife, for yourself and our dear children, the devoted prayers for your happiness and theirs here and hereafter, of

"In the absence of all letters from New-York of a later date than one from Mr. Stanford of the 13th of November, I was delighted to hear Mr. Rogers read an extract from a letter from his sister, Mrs. Murray, of the 31st of December, in which she stated that you and all the family were well. ***.

"The English physician whom I have consulted here, strongly pressed me, on my first arrival, not to think of travelling in the north of Italy, or of crossing the Appennines and Alps, until the weather had become settled and mild in the spring. I told him that this was out of the question, as that by the time he mentioned I must be in England, and preparing for returning home. He thought I would do so at

the risk of my health, and of losing the benefit which I might derive from the climate of the south of Italy, which at this season is so genial. I set out, however, for the north of Italy near three weeks since, but when I got among the Appennines, the climate was so different, and the inns so comfortless, that I took cold, and was induced, as a matter of common prudence, to act according to the advice of my physician, and to return to Rome. The proper time for leaving here, where the weather this winter has been more genial and reviving than any I ever experienced, will be in April, and before the relaxing heats which soon follow. ***. I believe, that, with proper prudence and care, I shall return home substantially better than when I left it, but I fear that dyspepsia will be my constant companion. However, I have got along hitherto with it, and, through God's good providence, I trust I shall hereafter. I have fully ascertained that a mind at ease, free from agitating and oppressive cares and duties, is of as much, if not of more, importance to me than even change of scene, of climate, or medicine. This I must endeavour to have when I return home, and on this, with God's blessing, I rely for the preservation of the renewed health which I trust I shall bring with me. To this agreeable occupation of mind do I attribute, in a great measure, my better health here. In England, its most unpropitious and depressing climate, with other causes, operated against the favourable influence of the interesting society there. But here I find that which is more delightful and cheering than any other can possibly be, the society of Americans.. My residence

here has been made more pleasant by the circumstance of there being regular English service every Sunday; the congregation consisting of two or three hundred persons. There are always a great many English clergymen here, with some of whom I have become acquainted, and with one* (of fine talents, most amiable disposition, and sound Church principles) particularly so. From Lord St. Vincent and his family (to whom you recollect I took letters from Mr. Ricketts) I have received the kindest attentions. He has now gone to Naples. Mr. Ricketts has no doubt heard of the death of Lord Bolingbroke, at Pisa.. Before many months I shall, Providence permitting, tell you in person much more than I can by letter. With what joy shall I again be in the bosom of my family, and renew my duties to congregations and to a diocese to which I owe so much!

"Before this time an event to which I gave not only my consent, but expressed my earnest wish and request, has taken place, and the number of my family increased. To my dearest daughter and my son-in-law, to both of whom I wrote from some of the places I have mentioned, give my most affectionate remembrance; and I need not say, that you all have the blessing and constant prayers of

"Your ever affectionate

"Husband and father,

"J. H. HOBART."

The Rev. Hugh James Rose.

The marriage of his second daughter to the Rev. Mr. Ives,

now Bishop of North-Carolina.

From Bishop Hobart to William H. Hobart.

"MY DEAR SON,

"Rome, March 4, 1825.

"I wrote to your mother a few days since. I cannot say that the symptoms of dyspepsia have much abated, or that I can do without the use of medicine to counteract my bilious tendency; but my appetite is good, the season most delightful, the air fresh and reviving, admitting of my using constant exercise in roaming among the Seven Hills,' (of which you have read and heard so much) of this long and far-famed city. The interest which I take in some pleasant English and American society here, removes that tedium of solitude which, in a great measure, marred the salutary effects of my previous travelling on the Continent.

"Your letter of the 20th of October was very grateful to me, particularly from its minuteness, though I wish you had said more about the studies and engagements of yourself and your brother Dayton. This is a subject which is near to my heart, for your advancement and happiness in life will depend essentially on the improvement of your time now. I am most anxious that you should both become hard students, devoting at least eight hours a day to close study. We often know not the value of our present advantages till it is too late to avail ourselves of them. I now think that if I could be as you are, having nothing to do but to study, how diligent and how happy I should be. You have so far, I trust, acquired the elements of general knowledge, that you will be able advant