Yesterday there was a 'Serenata per Canale.' A great wooden vessel, gayly decked with red and white cloth, and illuminated with two pyramids festooned with lamps, floats down the canal when night begins to set in; it is large enough to receive a complete orchestra, two grand pianos, and solo performers; there is singing and flute, fiddle and pianoforte playing, but all in the commonest Italian hum drum style, nothing for the musically-cultivated ear, everything for the beauty-loving eye.