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“I stood at Venice," not on the Bridge of Sighs, promoting me, according to good continental cusfor it is built up, but on the Place of St. Marc. tom, as he presented me to the Countess de B., The history of a thousand years flashed before one of the leading fashionables of Venice. In a me. I knew the crimes of which the republic had spacious but very moderately furnished apartment been guilty; I knew the meanness which led to were assembled, besides the lady of the mansion, its fall : and yet was it impossible to stand where five or six other ladies, all of a certain age, as I stood, with the venerable church of St. Marc young ladies hardly ever make their appearance and its Corinthian steeds on my left, the flag-staffs in parties. They were seated in a cluster tofrom which floated the standards of the conquered gether, while fourteen or fifteen gentlemen were kingdomz, Candia, Morea, and Cyprus, on my standing round the circle, talking, --sometimes right, without feeling for the fate and fall of a addressing the entire party, at other times speakpeople who had, once at least, achieved greating only to a neighbour. The conversation, geneihings.

ral and particular, was carried on in French, as Even the church of St. Marc makes an impres- there were foreigners present, as well as in Ítasion on the mind, and calls forth emotions of re- lian. Scandal, literature, and even politics, formed spect and veneration for names, times, and gene- the topics of discourse; _ all were treated with rations long passed away, that no other edifice can nearly equal dulness. From nine o'clock till inspire. The sanctity of place expels from the twelve, the company were constantly changingheart all recollections of the deeds of sia and some taking their leave, while others were arrivsorrow committed by the lords of Venice, and for ing. At no time were there more than twenty-five a moment, a brief moment perhaps, you think of persons present in the room, though more than a their greatness only. The church was commenced hundred must have passed through it during the in the tenth century, and built after the model evening. This is, I understand, the constant of the church of St. Sophia at Constantinople. routine of Venetian society. Bating the excluDuring several succeeding centuries, it grew with sion of young ladies, the system might be adoptthe growth of the republic, and was enriched ac-ed with advantage in other countries, provided cording to the augmenting wealth of the state. always, that people would go into company with All the art which that remote period could display, the simple view of pleasing and being pleased; all the splendour it possessed, were expended on instead of going, as they invariably do, for the the construction of this Christian temple. What-purpose of showing off, and acting a part different ever object of value could be collected from the from any for which nature intended them. The isles of Greece, or along the shores of that un- consequence of this eternal striving after effect is, happy land; whatever could be found at Constan- that men and women become so stupid in society, tinople, Jerusalem, or Alexandria, was applied to that they are actually obliged to eat and drink in enrich and embellish this revered pile. The ar- each other's company, because they have no other chitecture is of all ages and nations; but the air of means of filling up time, or of employing their still and earnest grandeur which reigns within its hands. In Venice, society, though totally free venerable aisles, gives to the whole a look of uni- from affectation, is dull

, because ihe people are formity that its mere design may possibly want. extremely ignorant; in many other countries it is

Away from the chapel of the Madonna de Mas- dull, because the people, though not ill-informed, coli! its dedication recalls the state of morals in are outrageously affected. This is, above all Italy during the fourteenth century, and the very places in the world, the case in Edinburgh. The recollection is horrible.

modern Athenians, though not so well informed The Scian horses again adorn the porch of St. by many degrees as they fancy themselves, are at Marc. Unchanged barometers of the fate of em- least upon a par with their neighbours; but, owing pires! what do you here? Ye fled from your first to the affectation of the people, their constant post of honour when Corinth sunk in blood and striving after grandeur and effect, together with Hame; from Rome when the world's mistress fell their boundless adoration of rank and wealth, as from her high estate: ye abandoned conquered well as the fortune-hunting propensities of 'laByzantium, degraded Venice, and the humbled dies and gentlemen, the society of the place is an metropolis of vain-glorious France! Why linger actual burlesque on the name. All this is the here amid the ruins of greatness passed away? more to be regretted, because the elements of Can Venice fall still lower ? and must the waves pleasant society are not wanting in Edinburgh. I of the Adriatic sweep over the domes of its for- shall some day or other describe the routine of mer empress?

the thing, and at the same time publish a collecThiersh, the grammarian, a very great goose, tion of love-letters, addressed to various Scotish po doubt, but a very good scholar, says these heiresses, and now in my possession. horses are not of Grecian but of Roman origin. He Just let us look into the theatre before we leave assigns as a ground for this opinion, the clumsy Venice. A new opera: the audience call, long figure of the steeds, which, by his account, resem. and loudly, for the repetition of a song that has no ble the horses represented on Roman coins and political allusion whatever. The actors are willmonuments of the time of the emperors, withouting to comply, and solicit the necessary permishaving the least likeness to those represented by sion from the police officer stationed behind the Greek artists of the earlier period.

There is cer- scenes. The little mean functionary refuses, in tainly some truth in the remark.

order to show his mighty power; the audience We shall now go to a Venetian soirée, and persist

, and a regular theatrical ruw ensues, which then be off.

ends, of course, to the advantage of the man in "Le Colonel Bombardinio,” said my friend, authority. “He is a German, I am sure," said a

young Venetian nobleman who accompanied me; proved. One stanza succeeded another. The

an Italian would never have behaved in this custode became quite animated, lill, in relating manner." "Never, never!" responded twenty the woes and sufferings of the unhappy bard, the voices around us. Having served in the West good old man brought tears into his own eyes. It Indies, and knowing what sort of masters liberat- proved that there was at least one man of taste ed slaves make, I felt confident in my own mind and feeling in Italy, which I should otherwise that the man was an Italian. I made a point of have been much inclined to doubt. The Italians enquiry next morning, and found that I had been are constantly prating about their love of, and perfectly right in my conjecture,—the man was feeling for, the arts, whilst every word they utter bred and born in Padua !

on the subject, as well as every glance at their ! Farewell, Venice! the motto engraved on the country, shows that they possess no earthly feelpedestal of one of the antique statues in thine ing but that of self. own museum, should now be placed on the shield I told you, a few lines ago, the question asked of thy weakness: ΠΡΟΣ ΘΕΩΝ, ΣΟΥ ΜΗΔΕΝ of me by a countryman in the library of which we AKSHPIACHE ENOAAE. "By the gods that have just been speaking. Before we get too far protect thee, injure nothing in this place."

removed from the subject, I must tell you another Padua: go to the Golden Eagle; but avoid the anecdote of the same kind that occurred in the Tre Mori at Ferrara and Bologna, in spite of church of St. Marc, at Venice. I happened to Mrs. Starke, for they are nothing better than dens ask a clever and well informed valet de place, of uncivil thievez.' At Ferrara, the crumbling who had accompanied me from the Silver Lion, seat of the proud tyrants the D'Este, you will of whether the Venetians had never erected any course go and see the paltry monument of Ariosio. monument to the memory of Dandolo, If so, give the good old custode a few additional Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe." pauls for my sake, and tell him, that I am sorry for the rudeness of which I was guilty towards The reply was in the negative; Dandolo, having him. The truth is, I have a great horror of the been buried at Constantinople, where he died monotonous cicerone jargon, and always get out after the capture of the place, was soon forgotten of its way as fast as possible. With this antipa- by his republican countrymen. "Constantinople, thy about me, I entered the library of Ferrara, Constantinople !" said, 'in broken French, an intending only to look at the picture of Cardinal Englishman that for some days had forced himBentivoglio, and to see the few relics of Tasso self into my company; "who reigned at Conand Ariosto that are preserved there. The cus- stantinople at that time? Charlemagne, Charletode, however, seeing a large English party-I magne?" I was actually forced to blush for my know not who they were-that had followed me, country before a mere valet de place. Now, what thought it necessary to begin as usual at the be in the name of folly can induce persons of this ginning of his discourse, and was proceeding to kind to sport their ignorance beyond the limits of give the history of all the portraits in the gallery their own country? The individual in question of the cardinals, when I very abruptly cut him seemed to have no object beyond that of scolding short by — all their eminences together, and waiters and saving money-ignorance and aradesiring him to show us the portrait of Cardinal rice combined completely cut him off from all enBentivoglio and the manuscript of the Gerusa- joyment. He wanted the knowledge which alone lem, and not to detain us with fooleries. The can give an interest to foreigo scenes, monuments, old man bowed his head; and, after two or three and localities; and was almost afraid to eat even vain professional attempts to save a cardinal en a dinner, gourmand as he was, for fear it would passant, led the way to the unworthy monument cost him too much money; sad to say, you of Ariosto. The English party followed without now meet with too many English of the same remark: it was evident they did not know what class on the continent. If you have no taste for they had come to see; for the elder, probably the the arts, and possess no literary or historical father of the family, asked me whether he, point- knowledge, traveling will afford you neither profit ing to Ariosto, was a general. “A good man at nor pleasure-you will traverse only a barren his weapon," was my answer. “I thought so,” | waste, that can awaken no new feelings, nor in said my countryman, delighted with his own any respect enlarge the sphere of your ideas. penetration. Well, having examined some scraps Standfin pensive attitude before the Colosseum as of the poet's writing, and sat in his chair, we long as you like-gaze with upturned eyes on the next proceeded to look at the manuscript of the Apollo and Meleager, while your arms are thrown Pastor Fide, in Guerini's own hand-writing. It with sentimental elegance across your throbbing is a beautiful specimen of caligraphy: the more breast-it will avail you nothing; for well you remarkable, as few Italians of the present time know that it is always affectation. If, on the

even read clear writing, much less write other hand, you are so poor or so avaricious as to clearly themselves. The manuscript of the Geru- brawl about every farthing that issues from your salem, with the corrections in the author's own pocket, it is a proof that you value your cash, hand, 'followed. Tasso's handwriting is bolder justly perhaps, higher than any gratification you and freer than that of the other two; it is not so can obtain in return,-a very good reason why neat and pretty as Ariosto’s, nor so stiff and clear you should stay at home and save your money in as Guerini's. ' I read a stanza of the poem, and some London garret, where you can bring no disread it badly; the custode corrected me with the credit on your country, and where the money that most perfect politeness, and then read it over him- you must spend, in order to keep body and soul self. "I repeated my attempt, and then he ap-l together, may perhaps go into more deserving


hands than your own—abroad, the chances are would then speak, with horror depicted in his that it will only go from one shabby fellow to countenance, of the slaughter which he had witanother. But, as I told you before, you travel nessed. Well would it have been had this unconfor fashion's sake, and to say that you have been sciousness continued. But on one occasion he abroad; as if you could not say so without the was awakened from his trance by a peal of thuntrouble of crossing the channel! If you start der, more tremendous, perhaps, than any that without knowledge, you will assuredly bring none ever burst upon the ears of man,- it was the fire back. And as to the point of conscience, let it opened from the walls of St. Sebastian against not trouble you: ignorance and affectation com- the assaulting columns of the British. O. L. bined, will make you tell more falsehoods in your awoken-he awoke to a scene of death and fear attempts to describe foreign scenes and manners, that earthly pen must fail to describe; his shatterthan you could possibly be guilty of in describing ed nerves could not stand the shock, and he took your travels on the mere authority of an ordinary shelter behind the projecting angle of a work. guide-book.

The eye of his commanding officer discovered Bologna: a piazzaed town; cold, dull, and him, and poor O. L. was dragged up by the collar monastic in its appearance. The university has of his coat. He would have paid the forfeit of been shut since the revolution. The students, his weakness; but his simple and harmless conwho were learning to draw out deeds and to make duct, together with his good temper, had made up recipes, thought themselves perfect in the bim a sort of favourite. The officers of the corps simple art of legislation, and undertook, accord- interceded for him; and the commander, as kind ingly, to draw up constitutions. To draw a trig- and generous as he was brave, not wishing, after ger, was, however, what none of the liberal and so many honourable fields, to have an officer of enlightened legislators had bargained for; so that, the regiment tried for such an offence, forgave the without firing a single shot, they fled at the first unhappy culprit. O. L. afterwards fell at Watersight of the Austrian troops. The conduct of the loo, and was the only regular gentleman of the Italians during their late attempts at revolution, press I ever knew in the army. would make one think that the cowardice of men According to an old Italian proverb, the Genois, after all, greater than their stupidity. Every ese are the proudest, the Venetians the most magcountry and every army can, no doubt, produce nificent, and the Bolognese the most treacherous specimens of the aguish quality. We have seen people of Italy. What truth there may be in the men look queer even under the British uniform, first part of the saying, I know not; but certain it we have seen Spaniards and Portuguese taking is, that the Bolognese are to this day the greatest ground to the rear with the most marvellous rogues in the Peninsula. rapidity; but, truly and fairly spoken, we never There are still some good pictures at Bologna: saw a British soldier, of any rank or grade, they are described in every guide-book and book leave the field; and on many occasions Span- of travels that you like to take up. The private iards and Portuguese, particularly the latter, catalogues of some of the private collections, in fought right nobly by the side of their allies which the prices are marked in guineas opposite Italy, on the contrary, never produced, during the pictures, furnish amusing illustrations of the her struggles for freedom, a single man who folly of our countrymen. The sums often asked stood a manly blow. There was not one man for abso!ute daubs, not worth the canvass on engaged in the cause who possessed enough which they are painted, show what a reputation of ouble feeling to make him prefer death to dis- for ignorance the English have acquired in the honour-no! not one of the trembling slaves foreign virtù market. Horse dealers and picture feared disgrace and infamy; the caitiff feared only dealers are the only persons who now state the death. Having got on the subject of Coraggio, i price of their wares in guineas. Both classes are must here relate an adventure ihal befel a gentle alike distinguished for roguery; but there is this man of the press, whom want or chance had great difference between them, that horse dealers pressed into the service.

are mostly good judges of horses, whereas picThe love of potheen had probably rendered ture dealers never know any thing about pictures. poor 0. L. unfit to continue in the conduct of a The fools often pretend to warrant pictures as provincial newspaper of which he had been editor. originals, as is such warrants could ever be proved He joined the army, and was promoted from some or disproved, or could be worth a single farthing. other regiment to a lieutenancy in the corps in Julio Romana deceived even Raphael himself by which the present writer then served. Our new passing upon him the copy of one of his, Rarecruit was a strange, odd, unmilitary person, phael's, own pictures, for the original. both in manners and appearance. Owing to his The Apennines between Bologna and Florence continued love of the “creature-comfort,” he was are dry, barren, and chalky, and prove that even dreadfully absent-never, indeed, seeming to be mountain scenery may be totally destitute of very conscious of what was going on around picturesque beauty. Ii is, of course, difficult to him. His thin, spare, and stooping figure, always give any just idea of the scenery of Italy, because ill-dressed, corresponded perfectly with his cha- so extensive a country naturally presents a great racter; but, except fancying himself mortally variety of landscape.' Lombardy and the northwounded at Salamanca, when he was only eastern provinces are generally flat, level, and scratched, he had shown 'no indication of want- unpicturesque, but pretty well cultivated.' The ing nerve. Many, indeed, thought that the scenes west coast, on the other hand, from Terracina, of battle never rose upon his mental vision till almost to the gulf of Spezzia, including the Camsome days after the fighting was over; for he pagoa and the Pontine Marshes, is low, barren,


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Literary Intelligence. back in her carriage, as though she were afraid to look at us."

" What,” observed Mlle. Mars, " what have the Mr. Bulwer has just committed to the press the work garde du corps to do with Mars?" This sharp retort, to to which he alluded in his last publication, " The Sto. men who wore their military garb for show, and not for dent,” and on which he has been so long engaged ; it is, service, arrested them effectually from making further we believe, entitled “ Athens; its Rise and Fall, with observations.

Views of the Arts and Sciences, the Literature and ComA Discovery.—There has lately been discovered at merce of the Athenian People." Cuxac, a village about a league from Narbonne, a bronze Miss Landon has, we hear, nearly completed the printstatue of Venus, resembling the Venus de Medicis in so ing of her new poem, “The Vow of the Peacock," illus. far that the body inclines forward, resting upon the left trating, it will be recollected, the beautiful picture by leg; the head is gracefully and slightly turned towards the Madame Lise, in the exhibition of the Royal Academy. left, and the arms are so placed as to conceal with mo. Dr. Hogg's interesting Travels in the East, entitled desty the charms of her person. There is, however, this " A Visit to Alexandria, Damascus, &c.,” will appear difference, that the head is ornamented with a diadem, early in the present month. and the hair, though partly tressed up, falls in part in ele. Mr. Chorley, whose lively Sketches of a Sea-port gant ringlets on the shoulders. A large vase of terra cotta, Town, have been so much admired, has in press a Series four feet in diameter, containing ashes and burnt bones, of Tales, the scene of which is, we believe, chicfly laid in a statue of the Bona Dea, a small serpentine stone, and a Italy. great quantity of Roman bricks, have also been found. The author of “ Pictures of Private Life," Miss Stick. It is believed that the spot at which these relics have ney, will shortly present to the public a work of an oribeen picked up, was formerly the site of an ancient villa, ginal character, entitled " The Poetry of Life." on the banks of the lake called Rubresus.

A second edition of Mr. Bulwer's new work, " The New ComeT.-The journal of the Two Sicilies, of June Student,” will appear in a few days. 10, states that Sr. Bogalowski, director of the Royal Ob. The third edition of that elegant little work, “ The servatory at Breslaw, discovered a new telescopic comet Language of Flowers," much improved, and revised by on the 20th of April, in the constellation Patera, 10 the editor of the “Forget Me Not,” has just appeared. which, if still visible, the attention of other astronomers The Rev. Robert Montgomery, has nearly ready for is directed.

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From the London Court Journal.


gown, upon which I either perceived, or fancied I perceived stains of blood, and taking up a broken

stick, dug a hole in the earth, placed in it the THE FOSTERMOTHER'S CURSE.

torn fragment of her gown, and replaced the earth

as before; after which, she again washed her Though I have scarce passed the summer of hands in the stream, and departed. life, my soul is sick with affliction that cannot be I watched her narrowly till she was out of assuaged, my body bent to the earth by premature sight; then proceeding to the spot where she decay. I bear the burning brand of Cain upon had buried the linen, an impulse for which I canmy forehead, yet I never knowingly injured any not account led me to place over it a large stone. human being, much less could my hand have I returned home in an agony of excitement and been steeped in the blood of a brother. My tale fear. I could not forget the scene I had just is simple, and bears its own moral; to record it witnessed, and it preyed the more on my mind is a relief to my mind. I am dwelling in a land because I had no one to consult in my father's of strangers, and when the grave has closed over absence. me, this writing will assign a cause for those I knew Moya Bourke too well to be mistaken peculiarities of habit and temper which pow ren- in her person; and in what but guilt could have der me an object, sometimes of fear, always of originated the mysterious conduct I had observed? compassion, to my kind-hearted neighbours. I was born in the north of Ireland, and am the termined to seek Moya at her own cottage, and

I rose at dawn, after a sleepless night, deyounger of two sons. Nature had been bountiful demand an explanation. The path from my to my brother, in external as well as intellectual father's house to her little dwelling lay along the endowments; upon me she had bestowed a sickly banks of the brook. When near the spot where I constitution and a weak frame. Unable to join had stood on the preceding evening, I was startled in the bodily sports of my schoolfellows, I had recourse to the misdirected pleasures of the ima-ing for something on the ground. I walked rapidly

She was search

at beholding Moya before me. gination. Acted upon by the traditionary legends towards her. related to me by the neighbouring peasantry, I had become gloomy and suspicious, and I reveled

“What! here again, Moya?” said I. She turned

to me in evideni trepidation, in the delight of imagining horrible things. Even the most simple transaction, in my heated fancy; out noticing my question. “Troth, an’ it's ’arly

“Is that you, Masther Shamus?" she said, withcovered some horrid deed; and I shall scarcely ye're up this mornin”." be credited when I say that the painful excitement awakened by such thoughts was sought for by

“I could not sleep, Moya," I replied. “I had me as a source of enjoyment. As some men finá bad dreams—I dreamt of murder.” She changed pleasure in the excitement of danger, mine lay in

colour. that of terror, almost to the bereavement of my

“Never heed drames, Masther Shamus, dear." senses. I had besides, and perhaps as a natural

“Some dreams are true, Moya." consequence of these feelings, an insatiable curi “Hush! hush! Come, now, isn't it a pity for osity to penetrate whatever seemed mysterious, a likely young jintleman like yourself to be croakand to give utterance to my own conjectures upon ing like an ould crone ??' all that batlled my research. Thus I was at six

“I dreamt I saw you here by moonlight, Moya,” teen years of age, and though my heart yearned said I, "and" with kindness and love, my prying disposition had

"Me here?" rendered me an object of dread and detestation She tried to laugh, but her voice was hoarse to my father's neighbours.

and the sound awful and hollow. She attempted One summer evening I had been rambling at to turn the conversation, and was evidently some distance from home. My father was then anxious to get rid of me, but I was resolved to absent, having gone to Dublin upon business. obtain her secret. She had aroused dreadful During my walk I had conjured up a thousand suspicions within me, which her manner tended dreadful phantoms connected with the past and to confirm. At length I determined to leave her, present, and had wrought up my mind to a more and go to her cottage during her absence. Í than usual degree of excitement, when at a little reached the door, but it was locked, and I looked distance before me I perceived a woman who had in at the window. A turf fire was smouldering nursed my brother. She was standing alone, and on the hearth, before which hung a gown that I the brighi beams of the moon in a cloudless sky had given to Moya ;- it was of coloured cottonenabled me to perceive that she was looking on I recognised it by the pattern. I now seated myevery side as if in alarm. As she evidently self upon a flowery bank near the little garden to sought to shun observation, I resolved to discover await Moya's return, and fixed upon various what she was doing. Under the concealment of phrases wherewith to accost her. When she apa large tree, I succeeded in getting within five speared, I perceived that she was surprised at my or six paces of her. Fancying nobody near, she being there. I now found it impracticable to washed her hands in a brook that flowed close to speak as I had intended :—I could not utter a the tree whose broad trunk concealed me from her word. Who has not felt this? Who is there view. Having concluded her ablutions, she lifted that has not conned over a dozen set phrases in up her hands as if to examine them by the light the absence of him they would accuse, or of her of the moon; then suddenly exclaiming, “ There they love, and yet is powerless to utter them when are blood-spots still,” tore off the wristband of her the person appears to whom they were to be ad


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