In the evening, we went to a party at Torlonia's, the banker;—or as he now is—the Duke of Bracciano. A suite of rooms was thrown open, in which a mob of people wandered about, without object, or amusement. Such a scene could afford little insight into Italian manners, even if the mob were composed exclusively of Italians—but at present, two-thirds, at least, of the company at every party, are English. Rooms hot;—Music miserable;—as to music, I have heard nothing tolerable, vocal or instrumental, since I left England.