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his library, poring over books and maps, learn more Greek sculpture-in some earlier day perhaps or so much in the time, as he who, with his eyes and A tomb, and honor'd with a hero's ashes. his heart open, is receiving impressions, all day long, The water from the rock fillid, overflow'd it; from the things themselves ?' How accurately do they Then dash'd away, playing the prodigal, arrange themselves in our memory, towns, rivers, And soon was lost-stealing unseen, unheard, mountains; and in what living colors do we recall Through the long grass, and round the twisted roots the dresses, manners, and customs of the people! Our Of aged trees; discovering where it ran sight is the noblest of all our senses. “It fills the By the fresh verdure. Overcome with heat, mind with most ideas, converses with its objects at I threw me down ; admiring, as I lay, the greatest distance, and continues longest in action That shady nook, a singing-place for birds, without being tired.” Our sight is on the alert when That grove so intricate, so full of flowers, we travel ; and its exercise is then so delightful, that More than enough to please a child a-Maying. we forget the profit in the pleasure.
Like a river, that gathers, that refines as it runs, The sun was down, a distant convent-bell like a spring that takes its course through some rich Ringing the Angelus ; and now approach'd vein of mineral, we improve and imperceptibly-nor The hour for stir and village-gossip there, in the head only, but in the heart. Our prejudices The hour Rebekah came, when from the well leave us, one by one. Seas and mountains are no She drew with such alacrity to serve longer our boundaries. We learn to love, and esteem, The stranger and his camels. Soon I heard and admire beyond them. Our benevolence extends Footsteps; and lo, descending by a path itself with our knowledge. And must we not return Trodden for ages, many a nymph appear'd, better citizens than we went? For the more we Appear'd and vanish'd, bearing on her head become acquainted with the institutions of other Her earthen pitcher. It call'd up the day countries, the more highly must we value our own. Ulysses landed there ; and long I gazed,
Like one awaking in a distant time. (159) I threw down my pen in triumph. “The question,” said I, " is set to rest for ever. And yet—".
At length there came the loveliest of them all, “And yet—" I must still say. The wisest of men/Her little brother dancing down before her ; seldom went out of the walls of Athens; and for that. And ever as he spoke, which he did ever, worst of evils, that sickness of the soul, to which we Turning and looking up in warmth of heart are most liable when most at our ease, is there not And brotherly affection. Stopping there, after all a surer and yet pleasanter remedy, a remedy She join'd her rosy hands, and, filling them for which we have only to cross the threshold ? A With the pure element, gave him to drink; Piedmontese nobleman, into whose company I fell at And, while he quench'd his thirst, standing on tiptoe, Turin, had not long before experienced its efficacy: Look'd down upon him with a sister's smile, and his story, which he told me without reserve. Nor stirr'd till he had done, fix'd as a statue. was as follows.
“I was weary of life, and, after a day, such as few! Then hadst thou seen them as they stood, Canove have known and none would wish to remember, was Thou hadst endow'd them with immortal youth; hurrying along the street to the river, when I felt a And they had evermore lived undivided, sudden check. I turned and beheld a little boy, who Winning all hearts of all thy works the fairest. had caught the skirt of my cloak in his anxiety to
XII. solicit my notice. His look and manner were irresistible. Not less so was the lesson he had learnt.
BANDITTI. “There are six of us; and we are dying for want of food.' _Why should I not,' said I to myself, “re-.
el "T is a wild life, fearful and full of change, lieve this wretched family? I have the means; and The mountain-robber's. On the watch he lies, it will not delay me many minutes. But what, if it Levelling his carbine at the passenger; does ” The scene of misery he conducted me to. I| And, when his work is done, he dares not sleep. cannot describe. I threw them my purse; and their burst of gratitude overcame me. It filled my eyes-1.
Time was, the trade was nobler, if not honest; it went as a cordial to my heart. “I will call again When they that robb'd, were men of better faith (160) to-morrow,' I cried. "Fool that I was, to think of Than kings or pontifls, when, such reverence leaving a world, where such pleasure was to be had The Poet drew among the woods and wilds. and so cheaply!'"
A voice was heard, that never bade to spare,
Crying aloud, “Hence to the distant hills!
Tasso approaches; he, whose song beguiles
The day of half its hours; whose sorcery
Dazzles the sense, turning our forest-glades
To lists that blaze with gorgeous armory,
Our mountain-caves to regal palaces.
Hence, nor descend till he and his are gone.
When along the shore, (1611 1 Assuredly not, if the last bas laid a proper foundation. Knowledge makes knowledge as money makes money, nor ever
; And by the path that, wandering on its way, perhaps so fast as on a journey.
Leads through the fatal grove where Tully fell
(Grey and o'ergrown, an ancient tomb is there), Cross the brown heath, ere-long to wag their beards He came and they withdrew: they were a race Before my lady-abbess, and discuss Careless of life in others and themselves,
Things only known to the devout and pure For they had learnt their lesson in a camp; JO'er her spiced bowl-then shrive the sisterhood, But not ungenerous. "T is no longer so.
Sitting by turns with an inclining ear Now crafty, cruel, torturing ere they slay
In the confessional. The unhappy captive, and with bitter jests
. He moves his lips Mocking misfortune; rain, fantastical,
As with a curse-then paces up and down, Wearing whatever glitters in the spoil;
Now fast, now slow, brooding and muttering on, And most devout, though when they kneel and pray, Gloomy alike to him the past, the future. With every bead they could recount a murder. As by a spell they start up in array, (162)
But hark, the nimble tread of numerous feet! As by a spell they vanish-theirs a band,
|-"T is but a dappled herd, come down to slake Not as elsewhere of outlaws, but of such
Their thirst in the cool wave. He turns and aimsAs sow and reap, and at the cottage-door
Then checks himself, unwilling to disturb
Once again he earths ;
Slipping away to house with them beneath, Whose names on innocent lips are words of fear,
His old companions in that hiding-place, Whose lives have long been forfeit.
The bat, the toad, the blind-worm, and the newt;
Some there are And hark, a footstep, firm and confident,
As of a man in haste. Nearer it draws;
Who wants Scoop'd by the waters, or some gaping tomb,
A sequel, may read on. The unvarnish'd tale, Nameless and tenantless, whence the red fox
That follows, will supply the place of one. Slunk as he enter'd. There he broods, in spleen
'T was told me by the Marquis of Ravina, Gnawing his beard; his rough and sinewy frame
When in a blustering night he shelter'd me O'erwritten with the story of his life:
In that brave castle of his ancestors On his wan cheek a sabre-cut, well-earn'd ,
O'er Garigliano, and is such indeed In foreign warfare ; on his breast the brand
As every day brings with it—in a land Indelible, burnt in when to the port
Where laws are trampled on, and lawless men He clank'd his chain, among a hundred more
Walk in the sun; but it should not be lost,
For it may serve to bind us to our country.
Three days they lay in ambush åt my gate, (163) Unkennelling, and up that savage dell
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild Anxiously looks; his cruise, an ample gourd We traversed; but Rusconi, 't was no less, (Duly replenish'd from the vintner's cask),
March'd by my side, and, when I thirsted, climb'd Slung from his shoulder; in his breadth of belt The cliffs for water; though, whene'er he spoke, Two pistols and a dagger yet uncleansed,
| "T was briefly, sullenly; and on he led, A parchment scrawl'd with uncouth characters, | Distinguish'd only by an amulet, And a small vial, his last remedy,
That in a golden chain hung from his neck, His cure, when all things fail. No noise is heard, A crystal of rare virtue. Night fell fast, Save when the rugged bear and the gaunt wolf When on a heath, black and immeasurable, Howl in the upper region, or a fish
He turn'd and bade them halt. 'T was where the earth
A stone to tell for ages where he lay.
Then all advanced, and, ranging in a square, Against his cheek, waits patiently.
Stretch'd forth their arms as on the holy cross
Two Monks, From each to each their sable cloaks extending, Portly, grey-headed, on their gallant steeds, That, like the solemn hangings of a tent, Descend where yet a mouldering cross o'erhangs Cover'd us round; and in the midst I stood, The grave of one that from the precipice
Weary and faint, and face to face with one, Fell in an evil hour. Their bridle-bells
Whose voice, whose look dispenses life and death, Ring merrily; and many a loud, long laugh Whose heart knows no relentings. Instantly Re-echoes; but at once the sounds are lost. A light was kindled, and the Bandit spoke. Unconscious of the good in store below,
“I know thee. Thou hast sought us, for the sport The holy fathers have turn'd off, and now
Slipping thy blood-hounds with a hunter's cry;
And thou hast found at last. Were I as thou, None else were by; and, as I gazed unseen,
Her youth, her innocence and gaiety
Went to my heart; and, starting up, I cried,
And, as I caught her falling, all rush'd forth.
Lovely as Hebe! Lay her in the shade.'
• Wouldst thou rebel ? I did as he required. To do it than to say it. Write, and thus.” — • Now bear her hence to the well-head below.
A few cold drops will animate this marble.
As I stagger'd down,
Frantic with love, with hate, Great God!' I cried.
She utter'd, but she stirred not; and to heaven To guilt and infamy. There was a time
Her gentle spirit fled. T was where the path When he had not perhaps been doem'd unworthy, In its descent turn'd suddenly. No eye When he had watch'd that planet to its setting, Observed me, though their steps were following fast And dwelt with pleasure on the meanest thing But soon a yell broke forth, and all at once That Nature has given birth to. Now 't is past. Levell'd their deadly aim. Then I had ceased
To trouble or be troubled, and had now “Wouldst thou know more? My story is an old one. (Would I were there!) been slumbering in my grave I loved, was scorn'd; I trusted, was betray'd; Had not Rusconi with a terrible shout And in my anguish, my necessity,
Thrown himself in between us, and exclaim'd, Met with the fiend, the tempter-in Rusconi. Grasping my arm, • 'Tis bravely, nobly done! • Why thus ? he cried. Thou wouldst be free, and Is it for deeds like these thou wear'st a sword ? darest not.
Was this the business that thou camest upon ? Come and assert thy birth-right while thou canst.
But 't is his first offence, and let it pass. A robber's cave is better than a dungeon;
Like the young tiger he has tasted blood, And death itself, what is it at the worst,
And may do much hereafter. He can strike What, but a harlequin's leap?". Him I had known, Home to the hilt.' Then in an under-ione, Had served with, suffer'd with; and on the walls
• Thus wouldst thou justify the pledge I gave, Of Capua, while the moon went down, I swore When in the eyes of all I read distrust ? Allegiance on his dagger. .
For once,' and on his cheek, methought, I saw
The blush of virtue, • I will save thee, Albert;
Again, I cannot." Cost what it may.-But grant me, I implore,
Ere his tale was told, Grant me a passport to some distant land,
As on the heath we lay, my ransom came; That I may never, never more be named.
And in six days, with no ungrateful mind,
Albert was sailing on a quiet sea.
-But the night wears, and thou art much in need When on a vineyard-hill we lay conceald
Of rest. The young Antonio, with his torch,
Is waiting to conduct thee to thy chamber.
This region, surely, is not of the earth."
Was it not dropt from heaven? Not a grove, Pleased for an instant; then as carelessly
Citron, or pine, or cedar, not a grot The strain resuming, and, where'er she stopt,
Sea-worn and mantled with the gadding vine, Rising on tiptoe underneath the boughs
But breathes enchantment. Not a cliff but flings To pluck a grape in very wantonness.
On the clear wave some image of delight,
Some cabin-roof glowing with crimson flowers,
Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra. -Sannazaro.
Some ruin'd temple or fallen monument,
Yet here, methinks,
Here the vines
But here the mighty Monarch underneath,
And eager to enjoy
Let us go round,
The deep foundations of their palaces ;
What the mountainous Isle,'
. Let us turn the prow,
Once did I linger there alone, till day
Here lived a miller; silent and at rest
2 The Tarantella.
Has stopt to scrawl a ship, an armed man;
unwilling to hear it, for it bears some resemblance to And in a tablet on the wall we read
that of the Merchant of Venice. Of shows ere-long to be) a sculptor wrought,
We were now arrived at a pavilion that commandNor meanly ; blocks, half-chisellid into life, ed one of the noblest prospects imaginable; the Waiting his call. Here long, as yet attests
mountains, the sea, and the islands illuminated by The trodden floor, an olive-merchant drew
the last beams of day; and, sitting down there, ho From many an ample jar, no more replenish'd ; proceeded with his usual vivacity; for the sadness, And here from his a vintner served his guests that had come across him, was gone. Largely, the stain of his o'erflowing cups
There lived in the fourteenth century, near BoFresh on the marble. On the bench, beneath, logna, a widow-lady of the Lambertini family, called They sate and quafl'd, and look'd on them that pass'd, Madonna Lucrezia, who in a revolution of the state Gravely discussing the last news from Rome. had known the bitterness of poverty, and had even But lo, engraven on a threshold-stone,
begged her bread; kneeling day after day like a That word of courtesy, so sacred once,
statue at the gate of the cathedral; her rosary in her Hail! At a master's greeting we may enter.
left hand and her right held out for charity; her long And lo, a fairy palace! everywhere,
black veil concealing a face that had once adorned a As through the courts and chambers we advance,
court, and had received the homage of as many son. Floors of mosaic, walls of arabesque,
nets as Petrarch has written on Laura. And columns clustering in Patrician splendor.
But fortune had at last relented; a legacy from a But hark, a footstep! May we not intrude?
distant relation had come to her relief; and she was And now, methinks, I hear a gentle laugh,
now the mistress of a small inn at the foot of the ApAnd gentle voices mingling as in converse !
ennines; where she entertained as well as she could, -And now a harp-string as struck carelessly,
and where those only stopped who were contented And now-along the corridor it comes
with a little. The house was still standing, when in I cannot err, a filling as of baths!
my youth I passed that way; though the sign of the -Ah, no, 't is but a mockery of the sense,
White Cross, the Cross of the Hospitallers, was no Idle and vain! We are but where we were ; ?
longer to be seen over the door; a sign which she Still wandering in a City of the Dead!
had taken, if we may believe the tradition there, in
Thonor of a maternal uncle, a grand-master of that XVI.
Order, whose achievements in Palestine she would THE BAG OF GOLD.
sometimes relate. A mountain-stream ran through I DINE very often with the good old Cardinal *** the garden; and at no great distance, where the road and, I should add, with his cats; for they always sit turned on its way to Bologna, stood a little chapel, in at his table, and are much the gravest of the com- which a lamp was always burning before a picture pany. His beaming countenance makes us forget his of the Virgin, a picture of great antiquity, the work age; nor did I ever see it clouded till yesterday, of some Greek artist. when, as we were contemplating the sun-set from his Here she was dwelling, respected by all who knew terrace, he happened, in the course of our conversa- her; when an event took place, which threw her tion, 10 allude to an affecting circumstance in his into the deepest affliction. It was at noon-day in early life.
September that three foot-travellers arrived, and, He had just left the University of Palermo and seating themselves on a bench under her vine-trellis, was entering the army, when he became acquainted were supplied with a Magon of Aleatico by a lovely with a young lady of great beauty and merit, a girl, her only child, tbe image of her former self. Sicilian of a family as illustrious as his own. Living The eldest spoke like a Venetian, and his heard was near each other, they were often together; and, at short and pointed after the fashion of Venice. In his an age like theirs, friendship soon turns to love. But demeanor he affected great courtesy, but his look in. his tai her, for what reason I forget, refused his con- spired little confidence; for when he smiled, which sent to their union; till, alarmed at the declining he did continually, it was with his lips only, not with health of his son, he promised to oppose it no longer, his eyes; and they were always turned from yours. if, after a separation of three years, they continued His companions were bluff and frank in their man. as much in love as ever.
ner, and on their tongues had many a soldier's oath. Relying on that promise, he said, I set out on a In their hats they wore a medal, such as in that age long journey, but in my absence the usual arts were was often distributed in war; and they were eviresorted to. Our letters were intercepted ; and falso dently subalterns in one of those Free Bands which rumors were spread first of my indifference, then were always ready to serve in any quarrel, if a ser. of my inconstancy, then of my marriage with a rich vice it could be called, where a battle was little more heiress of Sienna; and, when at length I returned than a mockery; and the slain, as on an opera-stage, to make her my own, I found her in a convent of were up and fighting to-morrow. Overcome with the Ursuline Nuns. She had taken the veil ; and I, said heat, they threw aside their cloaks; and, with their he with a sigh-what else remained for me? I went gloves tucked under their belts, continued for some into the church.
time in earnest conversation. Yet many, he continued, as if to turn the conver. At length they rose to go; and the Venetians thus sation, very many have been happy though we were addressed their Hostess. “Excellent Lady, may we not; and, if I am not abusing an old man's privilege, leave under your roof, for a day or two, this bag of let me tell you a story with a better catastrophe. It gold ?” “ You may," she replied gaily. “But rememwas told to me when a boy; and you may not be ber, we fasten only with a latch. Bars and bolts,