best for mankind that one hundred thousand silk-workers should be clustered on any square mile or two of earth.
The traveler's next ride was across the Alps to Turin.
The letter which describes it contains, besides the usual remarks upon wheat, grass, fruit-trees and bad farming, one slight addition to our stock of personal ancting Horace Greeley's manners, habits, and character.
The morning of June the twentieth found the diligence rumbling over the beautiful plain of Piedmont towards Turin.
Horace Greeley was in Italy.
One of the first observations which he made in that enchanting country was, that he had never seen a region where a few sub-soil plone.
At length, a traveler crossed the Alps who had an eye for the necessities of the soil.
Mr. Greeley spent twenty-one days in Italy, paying flying visits to Turin, Genoa, Pisa, Florence, Padua, Bologna, Venice, Milan, and passing about a week in Rome.
At Genoa, he remarked that the kingdom of Sardinia, which contains a popu