At eight o'clock in the evening went to the Ancient Music, of which a society here has given three subscription concerts at the Palais Caffarelli. The Palace is placed almost upon the Tarpeian rock at the capitol, and, consequently, not of easy access for carriages. The music consisted of a chorus by Palestrina (music of 1546) and other masters rather later; it was sung by the choir of the Pope’s Chapel in the greatest perfection, but it was all in chorus—no airs sung solo, no variety, no melody to my ignorant ears; so that it afforded me but little pleasure, though I was glad to have heard the most ancient music of this musical country, where music, like so many other things, was first revived. The audience was not large, and consisted of more Germans and other foreigners than of English. It was over by half-past nine o’clock.