TO MADAME KISELYOV.
VENICE,
March 25.
I am in Venice. You may put me in a madhouse. Gondolas, St. Mark’s Square, water, stars, Italian women, serenades, mandolins, Falernian wine — in fact all is lost!
Don’t remember evil against me.
The shade of the lovely Desdemona sends a smile to the District Captain.
Greetings to all. ANTONIO.
The Jesuits send their love to you.