Not SO Leghorn(made illustrious by SMOLLETT’S grave)，whichis a thriving，business like，matter—of-fact place，where idleness isshouldered out of the way by commerce．The regulations observed there，in reference to trade and merchants，are very liberal and flee；and thetown，of course，benefits by them．Leghorn had a bad name in connectionwith stabbers，and with some justice it must be allowed；for，not manyyears ago，there was an assassination club there，the members of whichbore no ill-will to anybody in particular，but stabbed people(quitestrangers to them)in the streets at night，for the pleasure and excitementof the recreation．I think the president of this amiable society was ashoemaker．He was taken，however，and the club was broken up．It would，probably，have disappeared in the natural course of events，before therailroad between Leghorn and Pisa，which is a good one，and has alreadybegun to astonish Italy with a precedent of punctuality，order，plaindealing，and improvement--the most dangerous and heretical astonisherOf a11．There must have been a slight sensation，as of ea~hquake，surely，in the Vatican，when the first Italian railroad was thrown open． Returning tO Pisa，and hiring a good—tempered Vettur i no，and hisfour horses，to take US no to Rome，we traveled through pleasant Tuscanvillages and cheerful scenery all day．The roadside crosses in this partof Italy are numerous and curious．There is seldom a figure on the cross，though there is sometimes a face；but they are remarkable for being garnished with little models in wood，of every possible object that can beconnected with the Saviour’S death．The cock that crowed when Peterhad denied his Master thrice，is usually per’ched on the tip—top；and anornithological phenomenon he generally is．Under him，is the inscription．Then，hung on to the cross—beam，are the spear，the reed with the sponge of vinegar and water at the end，the reed with the sponge of vinegar and water at the end，the coat without seam for which the soldiers cast lots，the dice-box with which they threw for it，the hammer that drove in the nails，the pincers that pulled them out，the ladder which was set against the cross，the crown of thoms，the instrument of flagellation，the lantern with which Mary went to the tomb(I suppose)，and the sword with which Peter smote the servant of the high priest，--a perfect toy—shop of little objects，repeated at every four of five miles，all along the highway．