After dinner to the Franciscan’s church again where there was a larger band than the day before, the whole conservatorio of the Pietà consisting of 120 all dressed in a blue uniform attended. The sinfonia was just begun when I arrived, it was very brilliant and well executed – then followed a pretty good chorus – after which an air by a tenor voice, 1 by a soprano, 1 by a base, 1 by a contr’alto and another by a different tenor, but worse singing I never heard before in Italy: all was unfinished and scholar-like the closes stiff, studied and ill-executed; and nothing like a shake could be mustered out of the whole band of singers. The soprano forced the high notes in a false direction till they went to ones brain and the base singer was as rough as a mastif, whose barking he seemed to imitate. A solo concerto on the bassoon too in the same incorrect and unmasterly manner, drove me out of the church ere the whole vespers were finished.