Anyhow，ImustcertainlyhaveforgivenherherinterestintheCircus，thoughIhadbeenherFatherConfessor。
Therewasalittlefiery-eyedoldmanwithacrookedshoulder，inthecathedral，whotookitveryillthatImadenoefforttoseethebucketkeptinanoldtowerwhichthepeopleofModenatookawayfromthepeopleofBolognainthefourteenthcentury，andaboutwhichtherewaswarmadeandamock-heroicpoembyTASSONE，too。Beingquitecontent，however，tolookattheoutsideofthetower，andfeast，inimagination，onthebucketwithin；andpreferringtoloiterintheshadeofthetallCampanile，andaboutthecathedral；Ihavenopersonalknowledgeofthisbucket，evenatthepresenttime。
Indeed，wewereatBologna，beforethelittleoldmanortheGuide-BookwouldhaveconsideredthatwehadhalfdonejusticetothewondersofModena。Butitissuchadelighttometoleavenewscenesbehind，andstillgoon，encounteringnewerscenes-and，moreover，Ihavesuchaperversedispositioninrespectofsightsthatarecut，anddried，anddictated-thatIfearIsinagainstsimilarauthoritiesineveryplaceIvisit。
Bethisasitmay，inthepleasantCemeteryatBologna，IfoundmyselfwalkingnextSundaymorning，amongthestatelymarbletombsandcolonnades，incompanywithacrowdofPeasants，andescortedbyalittleCiceroneofthattown，whowasexcessivelyanxiousforthehonouroftheplace，andmostsolicitoustodivertmyattentionfromthebadmonuments:whereashewasnevertiredofextollingthegoodones。Seeingthislittlemanagood-humouredlittlemanhewas，whoseemedtohavenothinginhisfacebutshiningteethandeyeslookingwistfullyatacertainplotofgrass，Iaskedhimwhowasburiedthere。\'Thepoorpeople，Signore，\'hesaid，withashrugandasmile，andstoppingtolookbackatme-forhealwayswentonalittlebefore，andtookoffhishattointroduceeverynewmonument。\'Onlythepoor，Signore！It\'sverycheerful。It\'sverylively。Howgreenitis，howcool！It\'slikeameadow！
Therearefive，\'-holdingupallthefingersofhisrighthandtoexpressthenumber，whichanItalianpeasantwillalwaysdo，ifitbewithinthecompassofhistenfingers，-\'therearefiveofmylittlechildrenburiedthere，Signore；justthere；alittletotheright。Well！ThankstoGod！It\'sverycheerful。Howgreenitis，howcoolitis！It\'squiteameadow！\'