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 FANNY KEMBLE BuTLER's REPENTANCE.

 In her recent diary of years resi- dence in Rome ('' year of consolation,") just published by Wiley & Putnam, this remarkable lady Gin passing through the uncomfortable journey in France,) makes this wholesome confession.

 eff I had travelled more on :he Conti- nent before I went to America, should have been infinitely less surprised and amazed than was at the various unplea- sant pcculiarities of its inhabitants"

 "Oh, my poor dear American fellow citizen! how humbly on my knees, do beg your pardon for all the reproaches I have levelIed against your national di> version of spitting, and the consequent filth which you create around you. Here I sat in the cabin of this boat, surrounded with men hawking and spitling, and, whereas spittoons have hitherto been the bane of my life in the United States, a spittoon here to day would have been the joy of my heart and the delight of my eyes. How I thought too, of the honor and security in which woman might traverse alone from Georgia 10 Maine, that vast country certain of assistance, attention, the p,osi respectful ciyilily. the humane protection, from every man she meets, without the fear of iniquity or in- suit, screened by the most sacred and universal care from even the appearance of neglect or imper.inenca,-trayeling alone with as much safety and comfort as though she were the sister or the daugh- fer of every man shs meets"