The Pizza.—“ The pizza!” 1 fancy hear your readers exclaim, (says a Neapolitan correspondent) “what do you mean the pizza?”

Well the pizza is favourite Neapolitan delicacy, which is only made and eaten between sunset and two three tbe morning, and it must baked five minutes in the oven; the very moment when it is ordered it is pulled out of the oven and served up piping hot, otherwise it is not worth grano. Tbe pizza baker takes bull of dough, is it, and spreads it out with the palm of his hand, giving it about half the thickness of a muffin, then pours over it mozzerella, which is nothing more than rob cream, beaten almost like cream cheese, herbs and tomato, puts the cake—which made after ibis fashion is termed the pizza—just for five minutes into the oven, and ec-rves it up as hot as possible. The cheese and the cream are. of coure-, all melted, and unite with the hubs and the tomato. Tbe outside crust must, in the case of a perfect pizzt, p isse.-s a certain orthodox crispness. N'o.v, at this season of the year there is no person, high or low, from the first Neapolitan duke to the lowe-t Lzzaroni, with whom it is not a primary article faith eat pizza. Tue pizza cake is your only social leveller, for in the pizza shops rich and pour harmoniously congregate ; they are the only places i where the members the Italian aristocracy, far haughtier than those of any other part Italy—may seen masticating their favourite delicacy side by side with their own coachmen anil valets, and barbers. I The pizza shops are about the filthiest in Naples, and whoever knows Naples will admit that saying a good deal.