text:  But oh! to plunge suddenly into an atmosphere filled with _Lucciole_ in the quiet gloaming of an Italian sky amidst the olive groves and plantations of Indian corn with no noise but the drowsy hum of the huge _stag beetle_ (the only patrole of the district ) or the yet fainter sounds of frogs complaining to each other of the sultriness of the night or the monotonous hymn at the peasant's door addressed to the Virgin! Your first impression is unmixed delight--your next a wish probably that you could introduce the fire-fly into England