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amongst the reeds at the places in the river. necessity of submission, which he some. Altoviti, noting his mistrustful glances and tlmes resented as though he had been the masculine step, guessed the truth unmasked victor. and pointed him out to the attendant rabble; “ The soldiers sent a corporal to pray the intending to deliver him to contumely, not duke to yield, but to pray in words of commurder. The populace, stripping him of his mand. He, either offended from pride, or borrowed garments, and tearing those prop- perhaps inspired by his good angel, answer. er to his own sex, proceeded to inflict flagel- ed 'No! One only bonourable course was lation upon the delinquent. The poor wretch open to him; to have bargained for the lives invoked the name of the Virgin, and his tor- of his followers as the price of his own, then menters shouted, 'My lady's going to lie in! to have gone forth and died with the courage What fresh crime art about to bring into the of a Frenchman. But of this he thought not. world ? Perhaps a new compact betwixt And grievous indeed it were could the wickthe duke and the commonwealth, guarded ed repair a foul life by a fair end. Even to with securities and oaths, like the first ?- tho good it is not easy to die well. Ah, dog of a notary ! Ah, slave of the “ Twelve of the chief soldiers were sent bargello! Tell us how many hast sent back to the duke.

One of them graspto the gallows, how many to the rack!'-ed the hilt of his sword with his right hand, Every word

accompanied with a outstretched the left to his lord's face, and blow. Suddenly a corn-sifter collared said . You must now choose, lord duke, be. him, exclaiming, We must make as many tween these three heads ard your own.' mouthfuls of this rascal as he has betrayed “Recoiling as from the touch of a sercitizens.' To utter these words, to tear the pent, Gualtieri exclaimed, What is that?' miserable man quarter from quarter, linib "My will, and the will of my three hun. from limb; sawing his flesh with blunt saws, dred comrades without.' while it still creaked and palpitated, gnawing “ It is our will,' re.echoed the three hunhis fingers and other limbs, as they seem- dred as one man; some clashing their arms, ed spasmodically to seek their perhaps still others striking theirs against the ground. living fellows-all this was the work of a "I am your commander, and mine is the moment.”

will that must govern.'

"" To day, sire, we are more dukes than In the course of a few days famine com you, because the unanimous will of three pels the duke to capitulate, and the only con. hundred men is stronger than your's. You dition upon which he can obtain permission cannot make our three hundred heads fly for himself and his guards to leave Florence from that window; your's sire, we can.' unharmed, is the surrender of Guilio and Ip with the thought of having said too much,

Gualtieri spoke not. The soldier struck piloto d'Assisi and Cerrettieri Visdomini to with astonishment at what he had done, withthe brutal pleasure of the people. The duke drew, followed by his comrades, one only rerejects the infamous terms. Our last ex. maining. To him the duke said, 'Return in tract from this volume shall be the struggle two hours. If I then neither speak nor make that extorts his consent.

sign, be the three surrendered. If I say, 'No,

have respect for a while to my will, my con“Duke Gualtieri, to strengthen

With a trepidation that seemed against temptation, summoned Rinaldo, Conte intreaty, he added, “ But for a while.' * d'Altavilla (alias Comte d'Hunteville, his al

"The two hours elapsed. At noon a Bur. most only virtuous French follower), and gundian silently appeared-No!' Two more sent him to intercede. The count invited

hours passed — No!' Another two— No!' Pino d'Rossi (one of the balia, or ruling But the rage within and without pressed like council) to a conference, and offered what. the executioner's noose; the increasing yells ever thé Florentines should desire, except

were fearful, insupportable. * *

* They, blood.

the soldiers, entered. The duke moved “Pino d'Rossi, lowering his voice in deep neither tongue nor muscle; and the torture shame, replied, “The people insist upon had ever endured from crimes perpetrated or

of that immoveable silence surpassed all he blood.' * * But of what avail those three guilty would have recalled them, but fancied it too

suffered under. They went out, and he heads ?' «• They avail to save a fourth yet more

late. And bitter was his remorse for thus guilty. Hard as it is to say it, suffer the fate deceiving himself.” of these miscreants to be fulfilled. In a well. ordered town, would they not already be the The victims being surrendered are actual. prey of the gallows? *

Let us yield ly torn piece-meal and half-devoured, with to iron necessity, and give thanks that it is circumstances of more atrocity than in the no worse.' “The duke's internal struggle continued, rible intermixture of builoonery.. The duke

case of the notary, although without the horand wearied therewith he could bear no con. versation.

All the balia, the departs in safety with his followers, and the bishop excepted, and the Siennese


narration, ere it closes, returns for a moment repeatedly came, separately or together, to to the loves of the French Rinaldo d'Altavil. urge the imminence of the danger, and the la with Matilda degli Adimari, daughter of

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the chief conspirator. Their loves had ear. "Add too, a detested enemy:' ly been mentioned, and we are now briefly

« • Right, Gianni, right. Methinks this told that they married, and Matilda died in sword would cut less sharply were it weilded childbed within the year.

against other than the Orsini.' The historical subject of Il Primo Vi- the pestilence from beyond the Alps. Hap

«•I am more desirous to wield mine against ceré de Napoli, is the conquest of Naples by py 1, if this yet virgin blade, still pure from the troops of Louis XII. of France, and Fer-blood, be never stained by blood of Italy.' dinand V. of Spain ; the quarrel to which " • Oh thou hast not had a father slain by the division of the spoil between the royal those villians! Thou didst not last year see plunderers gave rise, the consequent war,

the slaughter of Monticelli! When Marcand the final seizure of the whole by the antonio and I reached the combatants, those Spaniards under the conduct of the able, their blows. Signor Antonio, the bravest

we best loved were falling like leaves under though we grieve even to say it, not equally man of the house of Lavelli, dying between conscientious great captain, Gonsalvo di my feet! And I myself, had not Capoccio Cordova. The book opens with the first en. arrived in time with his squadron.' trance of the French troops into the Neapo 6. I understand; but when the fate of all litan dominions; and perhaps we cannot se. is at stake, private hatreds and enmities lect a fairer specimen of the author's talent should be forgotten. * than a scene at the very beginning, exhib. reisand mistrust amongst ourselves, with such iting, the deadly spirit of faction and pri- when King Charles came, we were all on his

indifference towards the foreigner! Why vale feud, that has for so many centuries side, and the Orsini of course on the Neapomainly contributed to lay Italy at the foot of litan. And now 'tis the very reverse ! every invader.

«• What would'st thou have ? An enmity

of 206 years standing! Thou knowest 100 " It was a fair morning of the month of with whom originated the new rupture. After June when two warriors who had recently the peace concluded with Carlo Orsini, whilst met, rode through a wood towards a camp. he was still our prisoner, was it fair, was it Both were in the flower of youth; the one, seemly to engage themselves to the infamous very tall, was too slender to be called well. Cæsar Borgia ? proportioned; the other, scarcely surpassing " • I say not that the fault was your's; but the middle stature, impressed the beholder i know that its punishment will light upon us at first sight by his perfect symmetry of all.'” limb and grace of carriage. The first rode a powerful bay charger; the second a black A few months later this prediction is fuljennet. The richly chisselled armour of the filled, the conquest of the kingdom is com. former showed a man of high rank; that of the pleted, and the whole Colonna party proceed ished, was far inferior in precious work.-- to join the Spaniards under Gonsalvo di CorBut whatever difference of rank might be in-doya ; but we must stop here. ferred betwixt them, their manuers betoken.

If such conversation as we have extracted ed perfect equality.

cen ever be entertaining, it must be to the Kind indeed' have been my stars,' said interlocutors alone ; and we may hint to our the seemingly more considerable of the two,' readers that there are verifications every. in bringing to meet me, ere I reach the camp, where of the proverb to go farther and fare him I most wished to see.'

Let him therefore rest content, as “And but too happy am I, my Pompeo,'

we doubt not he will, with this specimen of rejoined the other, to return thither in thy company. Who 'could have thought that the Viceroy, the author of which, whether upon my foraging mission I should fall in Belmonte or Capoccio, does not possess with thee! And the enemy so near !

Oh either the dramatic or graphic power of my heart wept to see our lances in rest with- Tommaseo. We must, however, bestow on out thee!'

him the praise of giving a fair picture of the "• At Capua I was charged to use despatch! condition of the country during the unhappy My uncle dwelt upon the importance of the orders of which i am the bearer. Did he times in which he has laid his scene, and es. suppose such injunctions could add to the pecially of the degree to which, at the end speed of him who is hurrying to camp in the of the war, it was infested by banditti, hope of a battle?'

who bid defianco to any minister of justice, "Thou’rt in good time, friend; thou'lt less powerful than a troop of soldiers. share in the very first banquet.'

From the mediocrity of the extract given 56. What delight! To mount so fine a

we are satisfied to refer any more curious charger; to brandish such splendid arms ! The time is come, Gianni, to practice in reader to the work itself for further speciearnest the sports of childhood. This will mens, confessing that its merits cannot, in be a rare tilting bout with a real enemy con our judgment, warrant us in proceeding far. fronting us!



gène Sue.

Art. IX.-1. Atar Gull (Atar Gul,) par though the little chit did it so cleverly, all the Eugène Sue.

steps were stolen from herself.” 2. La Coucaratcha Roman maritime, (The The allegation, probably true in either Cockroach, a Naval Romance,) par Eu. case, did not, however, lesson the merit of

the thief; but the emulation awkened by 3. La Salamandre, Roman maritime, (The these successes over ourselves, roused the

national Salamander, a Naval Romance,) 2 tom.,



every point of view; and par Eugène Sue.

to the portion of this developement that re. garils our literary pursuits, we shall refer

in its place, after a few preliminary obser. It is singular that maritime novels should be vations. of foreign origin, when the sea itself has In this question the name of Smollett has been so long the favourite and boasted pos. been naturally brought forward as the real session of Great Britain, and the members of originator of the seafaring novel; and Mr. the naval profession were so closely inter- Cooper has been considered as only tread. woven with our political existence and habits ing, to a certain degree, in his footsteps. of thought as the great bulwark of national We cannot hold with the opinion in the defence. To En Tishmen, the service was least, a kind of embodied idealism, rough in its out. The subject of Smollett was, strictly line and peculiar failings perhaps, but ex- speaking, less the seafaring life than sea. empted generally from the usual beseiting fearing individuals. It was the manners of sins of landsmen, that is, of the larger the man rather than the occupation of the portion of the human race: to say nothing of class; ii spoke of the sailor, not of the sea. ihe lustre cast upon it by the universal senti. The whims and eccentricities of nautical ment of respect and admiration entertained thought and language, as called forth inci. for those who brave unwonted dangers. All dentally and by collision; the steering of a these, and many more considerations had chaise, the lee-sliore of a road post, the meunited to produce among us so high an ap- nage of a cock.pit, or the brutality and ig. preciation of maritime life, that it is not a norance of a commander; all that could little singular, we inust repeat, that English bring us close into intimacy with this amphiliterature, when the fa:ling voice of fiction bious variety of the genus homo, was traced was infused with fresh energy by Scott, by the pen of genius before our eyes, and should have entirely overlooked, even amidst mingled with our subsequent recollections by the very eagerness of search for novel inimitable powers of comic extravagance and phases of life, the ample scope afforded by frolicsome humour. Humour too that at The boundless wastes of ocean. There, too, times led of necessity to pathos, for humour all the machinery of natural terrors, display. itself is but the irony of affection. That ed constantly to the eye and physical appre. this result of pathos, occurs more seldom in hension, is heightened by the corresponding Smollett than might have been imagined weight of superstition, and nourished by all from the depth and richness of his humorous that most forcibly appeals to imagination : vain, is no argument against the conseand this little checked, or even modified, by quence we have drawn ; and may be easily that actuality which, however potent on land, accounted for by the circumstances of his but feebly opposes the hourly spells that life and habits, and the thence induced cyni. seem to reign in supremacy over the world cism of his character. But his power in such of waters.

scenes is unquestionable : and, as an instance It was with a wonder, therefore, scarcely of this, we refer to the passage immediately inferior to that which attended the mortifying following that where the whimsical propenintelligence of our first defeats on our fa- sities and prejudices of the old commodore vourite element, that the British public found have closed with his life and the especial direc. our transatlantic brethren equally prompt tion for his epitaph: namely that it must be, and successful in their rivalry of our favour- not in your outlandish Latin lingo, but in good ite branch of literature also : the Hornet, the plain English, in order :hat the angel who is Constitution, &c. were not, in their way, io pipe all hands from under batches may be more productive of astounding disclosures of able to read it. The scene begins thus : rival strength, than were, in another form," Every thing being duly arranged, all the the Spy, the Pilot, and the Last of the Muhi. rest had left the room : Pipes stood over the cans; and in both cases the national vanity body of his old commander. Well fare thy like that of Mrs. Primrose in the Vicar of soul,' he said,) old Hawser Trunnion ! Wakefield, at her daughter's dancing, com. Fifty years have I sailed with ye, man and forted itself by whispering, with at least as boy, and a better seaman never broke a bismuch of jealousy as approbation, “that cuit,'" &c. &c.

But if individual incident and portrait were | sound of the waves, the motion, the serenity, thus sketched or worked out with singular the dreamy softness of night, all combine power, the phenomena of nature the dangers to fill the breast with unuttered emotion : all of the deep, and the triumphs of human skill this the sailor feels, but the voice of his feel. and resolution—all that form the real staple ing is dumb. of the seaman's existence, were totally be. Such a state might, and must necessarily yond the province of Smollett. Still less was have given a power of positive poetry to the he calculated for attempting to depict those seaman, but for the counteracting influence yearnings of the heart that arise in the lone of those ruder and more stirring energies liness of dignity that invest the state cabin that every moment of change and vicissitude and the quarter-deck; in the solitude and calls into play: these hourly calls of action isolation of the night-watch, and in that fling emotion into the shade ; and on glancing stronger solitude of the heart itself, which back he finds that he has outsailed them, like feels in the long intervals of forced repose, the ocean weed that a moment before was that those around, though united for a time floating over the bow, drifting now with the in the same vessel, have no one point or ca. current far behind the stern. The sailor pacity of sympathy with its private ties : and thus, if he is prevented by the circumstances that it cannot, like the landsman’s, seek out of his life from becoming actively imaginative, these when most desirable.

is always in proportion more susceptible of The very bustle and motion of the crowd that power; sensitive beyond other men to that constantly surround the seaman, while the influence of the finer pulses, though less it keeps an incessant but moderate degree of able, or less willing, at least, to attempt to excitement in his mental system, prevents sway them. him from the general leisure of a landsman's Who can wonder then, that imbued with spirit, that can indulge the mood and give it the living energies of nature and the ocean ; vent. Checked and chilled on the contrary constantly in contact with powers whose re. with the sailor, it sinks into the mind succes. collection is the very poetry of existence, the sively, if we may venture on a similitude, like navy were among the foremost io hail the the reiterated trace of frosts into the bssom genius that gave these their first tangible of earth-unseen but ineffaceable ; and form, in the verse of the first of energetic keeps like that, its deep, indelible re. poets. If the voice of passion had been re. gister to mark, more strongly than ex- strained on land, that of the seaman had never ternals can be expected to retain it, the im- existed at all, till Byron felt the stirring pressions and effects of past states and feel might of the waters and imagined the exciting ings. But there are times when these feel. inspira ion of scenes and characters denied ings rise in concentrated strength ; such as to his actual experience. With what delight when called from society or the mess-room seamen dwelt upon his nautical descriptions in all the flush of mirth and enjoyment to and partialities the foregoing suggestions keep the midnight or the morning watch, to may aid us to agine, and what pleasure too see ihe gallant vessel hold her own and in due they derived from those effective delineatrim ; to mark the changes of the wind and tions, which some writers absurdly charac. the strength or slumber of the waters; terize as picturesque not poetical ; as though to see the sun sink or rise, to gaze on the the mighty lord of the lyre had no: been com. moveless track of the moon, and commune petent to detect that the picturesque was only in lowliness with the stars that so often have the poetry of the eye. We need not refer lighted far other hours; while the necessity more particularly to the gorgeous panorama of a vigilant but restrained attention, and the of the archipelago in Childe Harold, or in the dignity of command, give a slight though Letter to Bowles, but instance the following certain elevation to the spirit. It is then that passage: the light voice of the breeze, the murmuring


“ The sails were fill’d, and fair the light winds blew,
As glad to waft him from his native home;
And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
And soon were lost in circumambient foam :
And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
Repented he, but in his bosom slept
The silent thought."- Childe Harold, Canto 1.
Adieu, adieu! my native shore

Fades o'er the waters blue;
The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild seamew.



Yon Sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land-Good Night!

" A few short hours and He will rise

To give the Morrow birth;
And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother Earth.” — Ibid.

“He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea
Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sail set, the gallant frigate tight;
* Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,

T'he dullest sailor wearing bravely now,
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.

And oh, the little warlike world within !
The well-reeved guns, the netted canopy,
The hoarse command, the busy humming din,
When, at a word, the tops are man'd on high :
Hark to the Boatswain's call, the cheering cry!
While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides;
Or schoolboy Midshipman that, standing by,

Strains his shrill pipe as good or ill betides,
And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
6 White is the glassy deck, without a stain,
Where on the watch the staid Lieutenant walks:
Look on that part which sacred doth remain
For the lone chieftain, who majestic stalks,
Silent and fear'd by all-not oft he talks
With aught beneath him, if he would preserve
That strict restraint, which broken, ever balks

Conquest and Fame: but Britons rarely swerve
From law, however stern, which tends their strength to nerve.
“Blow! swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale!
Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray;
Then must the pennant-bearer slacken sail,
That lagging barks may make their lazy way.
Ah! grievance sore, and listless dull delay,
To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze!
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
Thus loitering pensive on the willing seas,
The flapping sail haul'd down to halt for logs like these!
- The moon is up; by Heaven a lovely eve!

Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand;
Now lads on shore may sigh, and maids believe:
Such be our fate when we return to land !
Meantime some rude Arion's restless hand
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love;
A circle there of merry listeners stand,

Or to some well-known measures featly move,
Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove."- Ibid. Canto 2.
“Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore ;-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave; unknelled, uncoffin'd, and unknown."

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