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not very interesting in themselves, might be tiresome even in spight of variety: all I have to urge in my defence, is, that the relation is faithful; and that, if the places, through which I passed had af- forded more entertaining incidents, they would have been given to the public.
After a very fatiguing and dangerous journey over the tremendous mountains of Genoa, and through Provence and Lan- guedoc, during incessant rains which had rendered the roads intolerable, I arrived at Lyons in my way home, Dec. 3d, where, in visiting the theatre, I was more disgusted than ever, at hearing French music, after the exquisite performances to which I had been accustomed in Italy. Eugenie, a pretty comedy, preceded Sil- vain, an opera by M. Gretry: there were many pretty passages in the music, but so ill sung, with so false an expression, such screaming, forcing, and trilling, as quite made me sick.
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