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VIII.

That she might fing them from her, saying, “ Thus,

Thus I renounce the world and worldly things !! CAIUS CESTIUS.

When, as she stood, her bridal ornaments When I am inclined to be serious, I love to wan- Were, one by one, removed, e'en to the last, der up and down before the tomb of Caius Cestius. That she might say, flinging them from her, “ Thus, The Protestant burial-ground is there; and most of Thus I renounce the world !” when all was changed, the little monuments are crected to the young: And, as a nun, in homeliest guise she knelt, young men of promise, cut off when on their travels, Veild in her veil, crowu'd with her silver crown, full of enthusiasm, full of enjoyment; bri

les, in the

Her crown of lilies as the spouse of Christ, bloom of their lexuty, on their first journey; or Well might her strength forsake her, and her knees children, borne from home in search of health. Fail in that hour! Well might the holy man, This stone was placed by his fellow travellers, He at whose feet she knelt, give as hy stealth young as himself, who will return to the house of ('Twas in her utmost need; nor, while she lives, his parents without him ; that, by a husband or a

Will it go from her, fleeting as it was) father, now in his native country. His heart is

That faint but fatherly smile, that smile of love buried in that grave.

And pity! It is a quiet and sheltered nook, covered in the

Liao a dream the whole is fled; winter with violets; and the pyramid, that over

And they that came in idleness to gaze shadows it, gives it a classical and singularly solemn Upon the victim dress’d for sacrifice, You feel an interest there, a sympathy you

Are mingling in the world; thou in thy cell were not prepared for. You are yourself in a foreign Forgot, Teresa. Yet, among them all, land, and they are for the most part your country- None were so form’d to love and to be loved, men. They call upon you in your mother tongue-- None to delight, adorn ; and on thee now in English-in words unknown to a native, known A curtain, blacker than the night, is dropp’d only to yourselves: and the tomb of Cestius, that old For ever! in thy gentle bosom sleep majestic pile, has this also in common with them. It Feelings, allections, destined now to die, is itself a stranger, among strangers. It has stood To wither like the blossom in the bud, there till the language spoken round about it has Those of a wife, a mother ; leaving there changed; and the shepherd, born at the foot, can read

A cheerless void, a chill as of the grave, its inscription no longer.

A languor and a lethargy of soul,

Death-like, and gathering more and more, till death IX.

Comes to release thee. Ah, what now to thee, THE NUN

What now to thee the treasure of thy youth? Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now

As nothing! Op her hard pillow-there, alas ! to be

But thou canst not yet reflect Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour, Calmly; so many things, strange and perverse, Wan, often wet with tears, and (ere at length That meet, recoil, and go but to return, Her place is empty, and another comes)

The monstrous birth of one eventful day,
In anguish, in the ghastliness of death ;

Troubling thy spirit--from the first, at dawn,
Hers never more to leave those mournful walls, The rich arraying for the nuptial feast.
Even on her bier.

To the black pall, the requiem.
'Tis over; and the rite.

All in turn With all its pomp and harmony, is now

Revisit thee, and round thy lowly bed Floating before her. She arose at home,

Hover, uncall'd. The young and innocent heart, To be the show, the idol of the day ;

How is it beating Has it no regrets? Her vesture gorgeous, and her starry head

Discoverest thou no weakness lurking there? No rocket, bursting in the midnight sky,

But thine exhausted frame has sunk to rest.
So dazzling. When to-morrow she awakes, Peace to thy slurabers !
Sbe will awake as though she still was there,

X.
Still in her father's house; and lo, a cell

THE FIRE-FLY Narrow and dark, naught through the gloom discern'd,

THERE is an insect, that, when evening comes, Naught save the crucifix, the rosary,

Small though he be and scarce distinguishable, And the gray habit lying by to shroud

Like evening clad in soberest livery, Her beauty and grace.

Unsheaths his wings, and through the woods and When on her knees she fell, glades Entering the solemn place of consecration, Scatters a marvellous splendour. On he wheels, And from the latticed gallery came a chant Blazing by tits as from excess of joy, Of psalms, most saint-like, most angelical,

Each gush of light a gush of ecstasy ; Verse after verse sung out, how holily!

Nor unaccompanied; thousands that Aing The strain returning, and still, still returning, radiance all their own, not of the day, Methought it acted like a spell upon her,

Thousands as bright as he, from dusk till dawn, And she was casting off her earthly dross ; Soaring, descending. Yet was it sad as sweet, and, ere it closed,

In the mother's lap Came like a dirge. When her fair head was shorn, Well may the child put forth his little hands, And the long tresses in her hands were laid, Singing the nursery-song he learnt so soon

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And the young nymph, preparing for the dance.

said I,

" as a remedy in some future fit of the By brook or fountain side, in many a braid, spleen." Wreathing her golden hair, well may she cry, “ Come hither; and the shepherds gathering round, Ours is a nation of travellers ;* and no wonder, Shall say, Floretta emulates the night,

when the elements, air, water, fire, attend at our Spangling her head with stars."

bidding, to transport us from shore to shore; when

Oft have I met the ship rushes into the deep, her track the foam as This shining race, when in the Tusculan groves of some mighty torrent; and, in three hours or less, My path no longer glimmer'd ; oft among

we stand gazing and gazed at among a foreign Those trees, religious once and always green, people. None want an excuse. If rich, they go to That yet dream out their stories of old Rome enjoy ; if poor, to retrench ; if sick, to recover ; if Over the Alban lake; oft met and hail’d,

studious, to learn ; if learned, to relax from their Where the precipitate Anio thunders down, studies. But whatever they may say, whatever they And through the surging mist a poet's house may believe, they go for the most part on the same (So some aver, and who would not believe ?) errand ; nor will those who reflect, think that Reveals itself.

errand an idle one. Yet cannot I forget

Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do Him, who rejoiced me in those walks at eve, they enter the world, than they lose that taste for My earliest, pleasantest; who dwells unseen, natural and simple pleasures, so remarkable in early And in our northern clime, when all is still, life. Every hour do they ask themselves what Nightly keeps watch, nightly in bush of brake

progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or His lonely lamp rekindling.* Unlike theirs,

honour; and on they go as their fathers went before His, if less dazzling, through the darkness knows them, till, weary and sick at heart, they look back No intermission ; sending forth its ray

with a sigli of regret to ihe golden time of their Through the green leaves, a ray serene and clear childhood. As virtue's own.

Now travel, and foreign travel more particularly,

restores to us in a great degree wbat we have lost. XI.

When the anchor is heaved, we double down the FOREIGN TRAVEL,

leaf; and for a while at least all effort is over. It was in a splenetic humour that I sate me down The old cares are left clustering round the old to my scanty fare at Terracina ; and how long I objects; and at every step, as we proceed, the should have contemplated the lean thrushes in array slightest circumstance amuses and interesis. All before me, I cannot say, if a cloud of smoke, that is new and strange. We surrender ourselves, and drew the tears into my eyes, had not burst from the feel once again as children. Like them, we enjoy green and leafy boughs on the hearth-stone. “Why," eagerly; like them, when we fret, we sret only for I exclaimed, starting up from the table, " why did the moment; and here indeed the resemblance is

: I leave my own chimney-corner ?-But am I not on very remarkable, for if a journey has its pains as the road to Brundusium? And are not these the well as its pleasures, (and there is nothing unmixed very calamities that befell Horace and Virgil, and in this world,) the pains are no sooner over than Mæcenas, and Plotius, and Varius ? Horace laughed they are forgotten, while the pleasures live long in at them—then why should not I ? Horace resolved the memory. to turn them to account; and Virgil--cannot we Nor is it surely without another advantage. If hear him observing, that to remember them will, life be short, not so to many of us are its days and by-and-by, be a pleasure ?” My soliloquy recon- its hours. When the blood slumbers in the veins, ciled me at once to my fate ; and when, for the how often do we wish that the earth would turn twentieth time, I had looked through the window faster on its axis, that the sun would rise and set on a sea sparkling with innumerable brilliants, a before it does, and, to escape from the weight of sea on which the heroes of the Odyssey and the time, how many fóllies, how many crimes are com. Eneid had sailed, I sat down as to a splendid ban- mitted! Men rush on danger, and even on dimus. quet. My thrushes had the flavour of ortolans; and Intrigue, play, foreigo and domestic broil, such are I ate with an appetite I had not known before. their resources ; and, when these things fail, ther

" Who," I cried, as I poured out my last glass of destroy themselves. Falernian,t (for Falernian it was said to be, and Now in travelling we multiply events, and innoin my eyes it ran bright and clear as a topaz stone) cently. We set out, as it were, on our adventures; _" who would remain at home, could he do other and many are those that occur to us, morning, noon, wise? Who would submit to tread that dull, but and night. The day we come to a place which we daily round ; his hours forgotten as soon as spent ?" have long heard and read of, and in Italy we do so and, opening my journal-book and dipping my pen continually, it is an era in our lives; and from that into my ink-horn, I determined, as far as I could, to justify myself and my countryman in wandering * As indeed it always was, contributing those of every over the face of the earth. “ It may serve me," degree, from a milors with his suite to him whose only

allendant is his shadow. Coryate in 1608 performed his

journey on foot ; and, returning, hung up his shoes in his The glow-worm.

village church as an ex-voto. Goldsmith, a century and + We were now within a few hours of the Campania a half afterwards, followed in nearly the same path; Felix. On the colour and flavour of Falernian, consult playing a lune on his flute to procure adınillance, when. Galen and Dioscorides.

ever he approached a cottage at nightfall.

Our own.

Doment the very name calls up a picture. How again to-morrow,' I cried. "Fool that I was, to delightfully too does the knowledge flow in upon think of leaving a world, where such pleasure was s, and how fast !* Would he who sat, in a corner to be had, and so cheaply !! " of bis library, poring over books and maps, learn more or so much in the time, as he who, with his

XII. eyes and his heart open, is receiving impressions, all

THE FOUNTAIN dar long, from the things themselves ?+ How ac

It was a well curately do they arrange themselves in our memo- of whitest marble, white as from the quarry ; fy, towns, rivers, mountains; and in what living And richly wrought with many a high relief, wlocrs do we recall the dresses, manners, and Greek sculpture-in some earlier day perhaps castons of the people! Our sight is the noblest of A tomb, and honour'd with a hero's ashes. all our senses. “ It fills the mind with most ideas, The water from the rock fill’d, overflow'd it; converses with its objects at the greatest distance, Then dash'd away, playing the prodigal, and continues longest in action without being tired.” | And soon was lost-stealing unseen, unheard, Our sight is on the alert when we travel; and its Through the long grass, and round the twisted roots exercise is then so delightful, that we forget the of aged trees ; discovering where it ran profit in the pleasure.

By the fresh verdure. Overcome with heat, Like a river that gathers, that refines as it runs, I threw me down; admiring, as I lay, like a spring that takes its course through some rich That shady nook, a singing place for birds, Tein of mineral, we improve and imperceptibly- | That grove so intricate, so full of flowers, der in the head only, but in the heart. Our preju- More than enough to please a child a-Maying. fioes leave us, one by one. Seas and mountains are The sun was down, a distant convent-bell by binger our boundaries. We learn to love, and Ringing the Angelus ; and now approach'd esteen, and admire beyond them. Our benevolence The hour for stir and village gossip there, extends itself with our knowledge. And must we The hour Rebekah came, when from the well not return better citizens than we went? For the She drew with such alacrity to serve more we become acquainted with the institutions The stranger and his camels. Soon I heard of other countries, the more highly must we value Footsteps ; and lo, descending by a path

Trodden for ages, many a nymph appear'd,

Appear'd and vanish'd, bearing on her head I threw down my pen in triumph “ The ques- Her earthen pitcher. It call d up the day ton," said I,“ is set to rest for ever. And yet-"| Ulysses landed there ; and long I gazed,

“ And yet—" I must still say. The wisest of men like one awaking in a distant time. hom went out of the walls of Athens; and for At length there came the loveliest of them all, that worst of evils, that sickness of the soul, to Her little brother dancing down before her ; which we are most liable when most at our ease, and ever as he spoke, which he did ever, # there not after all a surer and yet pleasanter | Turning and looking up in warmth of heart petedy, a remedy for which we have only to cross And brotherly affection. Stopping there, the threshold?

A Piedmontese nobleman, into She join'd her rosy hands, and, filling them whose company I fell at Turin, had not long before with the pure element, gave him to drink; experienced its efficacy: and his story, which he And, while he quench'd his thirst, standing on 11d me without reserve, was as follows.

tiptoe, "I was weary of life, and, after a day, such as Look'd down upon him with a sister's smile, few have known and none would wish to remember, Nor stirrd till he had done, fix'd as a statue. #28 hurrying along the street to the river, when I Then hadst thou seen them as they stood, Canova, fett a sudden check. I turned and beheld a little Thou hadst endow'd them with immortal youth; boy, who had caught the skirt of my cioak in his and they had evermore lived undivided, triety to solicit my notice. His look and manner winning all hearts—of all thy works the fairest. Fere irresistible. Not less so was the lesson he had

XIII. **There are six of us; and we are dying for want

BANDITTI of fod ?Why should í not,' said I to myself, “re- "Tis a wild life, fearful and full of change, lieve this wretched family? I have the means The mountain robber's. On the watch he lies, a81 : will not delay me many minutes. But what, Levelling his carbine at the passenger; if : c'bek The scene of misery he conducted me and, when his work is done, he dares not sleep. to I cannot describe. I threw them my purse; and Time was, the trade was nobler, if not honest, there hyrst of gratitude overcame me. It filled my When they that robb’d were men of better faith }tz-it went as a cordial to my heart. "I will call Than kings or pontiffs, when, such reverence

The poet drew among the woods and wilds,
Tu judge at once of a nation, we have only to throw A voice was heard, that never bade to spare,
Sur eyes on the markets and the fields. If the markets Crying aloud, “ Hence to the distant hills !
We well supplied, the fields well cultivaied, all is right Tasso approaches ; he, whose song beguiles
lf otherwise, we may say, and say truly, these people are The day of half its hours ; whose sorcery
Assuredly not, if the last has laid a proper foundation.

Dazzles the sense, turning our forest glades
Karwledge makes knowledge as money makes money: To lists that blaze with gorgeous armory,

Our mountain caves to regal palaces.

Heart

bertarus or oppressed.

por ter perhaps so fast as on a journey.

Hence, nor descend till he and his are gone. The grave of one that from the precipice
Let him fear nothing.”

Fell in an evil hour. Their bridle bells
When along the shore, Ring merrily; and many a loud, long laugh
And by the path that, wandering on its way, Re-echoes; but at once the sounds are lost.
Leads through the fatal grove where Tully fell, Unconscious of the good in store below,
(Gray and o'ergrown, an ancient tomb is there,) The holy fathers have turnd off, and now
He came and they withdrew: they were a race Cross the brown heath, ere long to wag their beards
Careless of life in others and themselves,

Before my lady abbess, and discuss
For they had learnt their lesson in a camp; Things only known to the devout and pure
But not ungenerous. "Tis no longer so.

O’er her spiced bowl-then shrive the sisterhood, Now crafty, cruel, torturing ere they slay

Sitting by turns with an inclining ear Th’unhappy captive, and with bitter jests

In the confessional. Mocking misfortune; vain, fantastical,

He moves his lips Wearing whatever glitters in the spoil ;

As with a curse-then paces up and down, And most devout, though when they kneel and Now fast, now slow, brooding and muttering on; pray,

Gloomy alike to him the past, the future. With every bead they could recount a murder. But hark, the nimble tread of numerous feet! As by a spell they start up in array,

– 'Tis but a dappled herd come down to slake As by a spell they vanish-theirs a band,

Their thirst in the cool wave. He turns and aims Not as elsewhere of outlaws, but of such

Then checks himself, unwilling to disturb As sow and reap, and at the cottage door

The sleeping echoes. Sit to receive, return the traveller's greeting;

Once again he earths ; Now in the garb of peace, now silently

Slipping away to house with them beneath, Arming and issuing forth, led on by men

His old companions in that hiding place, Whose names on innocent lips are words of fear, The bat, the toad, the blind-worm, and the newt; Whose lives have long been forfeit.

And hark, a footstep, firm and confident,

Some there are As of a man in haste. Nearer it draws; That, ere they rise to this bad eminence,

And now is at the entrance of the den. Lurk, night and day, the plague spot visible, Ha! 'tis a comrade, sent to gather in The guilt that says,

Beware ; and mark we now The band for some great enterprise. Him, where he lies, who couches for his prey

Who wants At the bridge foot, in some dark cavity

A sequel, may read on. Th’unvarnish'd tale, Scoop'd by the waters, or some gaping tomb, That follows, will supply the place of one. Nameless and tenantless, whence the red fox 'Twas told me by the Marquis of Ravina, Slunk as he enter'd. There he broods, in spleen When in a blustering night he shelter'd me, Gnawing his beard ; his rough and sinewy frame In that brave castle of his ancestors O’erwritten with the story of his life:

O'er Garigliano, and is such, indeed, On his wan cheek a sabre cut, well earn'd As every day brings with it—in a land In foreign warfare; on his breast the brand Where laws are trampled on, and lawless men Indelible, burnt in when to the port

Walk in the sun; but it should not be lost,
He clank'd his chain, among a hundred more For it may serve to bind us to our country.
Draggd ignominiously; on every limb

XIV.
Memorials of his glory and his shame,
Stripes of the lash and honourable scars,

AN ADVENTURE.
And channels here and there worn to the bone THREE days they lay in ambush at my gate,
By galling fetters.

Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild He comes slowly forth We traversed ; but Rusconi, 'twas no less, Unkennelling, and up that savage dell

March'd by my side, and, when I thirsted, climb'd Anxiously looks; his cruse, an ample gourd, The clitls for water; though whene'er he spoke, (Duly replenish'd from the vintner's cask,) 'Twas briefly, sullenly; and on he led, Slung from his shoulder; in his breadth of belt Distinguish'd only by an amulet, Two pistols and a dagger yet uncleansed,

That in a golden chain hung from his neck, A parchment scrawl’d with uncouth characters, A crystal of rare virtue. Night fell fast, And a small vial, his last remedy,

When on a heath, black and immeasurable, His cure when all things fail. No noise is heard, He turn'd and bade them halt. 'Twas where the Save when the rugged bear and the gaunt wolf

earth Howl in the upper region, or a fish

Heaves o'er the dead-where erst some Alaric Leaps in the gulf beneath :-But now he kneels Fought his last fight, and every warrior threw And (like a scout when listening to the tramp A stone to tell for ages where he lay. Of horse or foot) lays his experienced car

Then all advanced, and, ranging in a square, Close to the ground, then rises and explores, Stretch'd forth their arms as on the holy cross, Then kneels again, and, his short rifle gun

From each to each their sable cloaks extending, Against his cheek, waits patiently.

That, like the solemn hangings of a tent,

Two monks, Cover'd us round ; and in the midst I stood, Portly, gray-headed, on their gallant steeds, Weary and faint, and face to face with one Descend where yet a mouldering cross o’erhangs Whose voice, whose look dispenses life and death

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Whose heart knows no relentings. Instantly To pluck a grape in very wantonness.
A light was kindled, and the bandit spoke.

Her look, her mien, and maiden ornaments,
* I know thee. Thou hast sought us, for the sport Show'd gentle birth; and, step by step, she came
Slipping thy blood-hounds with a hunter's cry; Nearer and nearer to the dreadful snare.
And thou hast found at last. Were I as thou, None else were by; and, as I gazed unseen,
I in thy grasp as thou art now in ours,

Her youth, her innocence and gayety Soon should I make a midnight spectacle,

Went to my heart; and, starting up, I cried, Soon, limb by limb, be mangled on a wheel, · Fly-for your life!' Alas, she shriek’d, she fell Then gibbeted to blacken for the vultures. And, as I caught her falling, all rush'd forth. But I would teach thee better-how to spare. "A wood nymph !' said Rusconi. “By the light, Write as I dictate. If thy ransom comes,

Lovely as Hebe. Lay her in the shade.'
Thou livest. If not-but answer not, I pray. I heard him not. I stood as in a trance.
Lest thou provoke me. I may strike thee dead; “What,' he exclaim'd, with a malicious smile,
And know, young man, it is an easier thing · 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

I wrote, “ 'Tis well,” he cried. “A peasant boy, A few cold drops will animate this marble.
Trusty and swift of foot, shall bear it hence. Go! "Tis an office all will envy thee;
Meanwhile lie down and rest. This cloak of mine But thou hast earn'd it.'
Will serve thee; it has weather'd many a storm."

As I stagger'd down,
The watch was set; and twice it had been changed, Unwilling to surrender her sweet body ;
When morning broke, and a wild bird, a hawk, Her golden hair dishevellid on a neck
Flew in a circle, screaming. I look'd up,

and her fair eyes closed as in sleep, And all were gone, save him who now kept guard, Frantic with love, with hate, 'Great God!' I cried, And on his arms lay musing. Young he seemid, (I had almost forgotten how to pray,) And sad, as though he could indulge at will

Why may I not, while yet--while yet I can, Some secret sorrow. “ Thou shrink'st back," he Release her from a thraldom worse than death? said.

'Twas done as soon as said. I kiss'd her brow, * Well mayst thou, lying, as thou dost, so near And smote her with my dagger. A short cry A ruffian,-one for ever link'd and bound

She utter'd, but she stirr'd not; and to heaven To guilt and infamy. There was a time

Her gentle spirit fed. 'Twas where the path When he had not perhaps been deem'd unworthy, In its descent turnd 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 'tis past.

Levell’d their deadly aim. Then I had ceased * Wouldst thou know more? My story is an To trouble or be troubled, and had now old one.

(Would I were there !) been slumbering in my I loved, was scorn'd; I trusted, was betray'd;

grave. And in my anguish, my necessity,

Had not Rusconi with a terrible shout Met with the fiend, the tempter-in Rusconi. Thrown himself in between us, and exclaim’d, "Why thus ?" he cried. • Thou wouldst be free, Grasping my arm, ' 'Tis bravely, nobly done! and darest not.

Is it for deeds like these thou wear'st a sword? Come and assert thy birthright while thou canst. Was this the business that thou camest upon ? A robber's cave is better than a dungeon ;

-But 'tis his first offence, and let it pass. And death itself, what is it at the worst,

Like the young tiger he has tasted blood,
What, but a harlequin's leap?' Him I had known, / And may do much hereafter. He can strike
Had served with, suffer'd with; and on the walls Home to the hilt.' Then in an under tone,
of Capua, while the moon went down, I swore • Thus wouldst thou justify the pledge I gave,
Allegiance on his dagger.

When in the eyes of all I read distrust?
Dost thou ask

For once,' and on his cheek, methought, I saw
How I have kept my oath? Thou shalt be told, The blush of virtue, 'I will save thee, Albert;
Cost what it may.-But grant me, I implore, Again, I cannot.'»
Grant me a passport to some distant land,

Ere his tale was told, That I may never, never more be named.

As on the heath we lay, my ransom came; Thou wilt, I know thou wilt.

And in six days, with no ungrateful mind,

Two months ago, Albert was sailing on a quiet sea. When on a vineyard hill we lay conceal’d, -But the night wears, and thou art much in need And scatter'd up and down as we were wont, Of rest. The young Antonio, with his torch, I heard a damsel singing to herself,

Is waiting to conduct thee to thy chamber.
And soon espied her, coming all alone,

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In her first beauty. Up a path she came,
Leafy and intricate, singing her song,

NAPLES.
A song of love, by snatches ; breaking off

This region, surely, is not of the earth.* If but a flower, an insect in the sun

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,
Rising on tiptoe underneath the boughs

* Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terro.-Sannazaro.

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