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vase was broken; but the hand of friendship had placed the fragments together. That vase has been cracked ever since the day that our beloved, but now, alas ! departed friend, the Duchess Gualtieri, was with us, whose blessed spirit three years ago left its tenement of clay to seek a home among the starry skies. During the time she honoured with her presence my villa near Rome, she accidentally broke it while arranging some flowers culled in the woods, and I have never since, out of a sentimental regard for her memory, parted from the fragments, or allowed them to be repaired. I consecrated her memory, too, in a sonnet, which is bound


collected works." Dr. C. raised his eyebrows significantly at this sentimental explanation of the cracked basin. I actually was obliged to turn aside to hide my laughter ; and M‘Dermott fell to violently caressing the little lapdog Tiny.

“ Count!” cried the lady, in a voice so shrill that the poor gentleman seemed to recognise the accents in his sleep. “Count! is this the way

' you take charge of my

friends ? I am shocked!" “My dear-my love," replied he, suddenly rousing himself; "you know it was very late last night, and you would not let me go to bed till I had decorated the tables,” began the peccant husband. But quickly silenced by a glance of fury, he meekly held his peace. .

“Ladies-gentlemen," said the Countess S., "the board is spread; do you not hear the gong?"

” Indeed, we did; and every one hastened as speedily as possible through the narrow door. I fell to the share of the count, who looked paler, thinner, and more wo-begone than ever after his recent castigation; his lady seized on B., whose literary talents, made them, as she expressed it, “sympathetic souls ;" and the rest brought up the rear. The dining

: room was like all the rooms at the villa, small and dreadfully encumbered with furniture ; it looked cold and damp, and was much in want of windows. The walls, painted in fresco in a somewhat washy style, displayed pastoral expanses of pea-green scenery, shepherd, and sheep; and, in the centre compartment, the genius of poetry descending in a vision to a sleeping nymph in curls, who certainly was intended to represent that modern Sappho, our hostess; though she modestly denied the fact, with a complacent smirk.

On the present occasion the small room was nearly filled by the table, which literally groaned under the weight of crockery with which it was laden. Mr. B. was right in prognosticating a frugal repast; for at first I imagined that the collation consisted in vases of flowers, so plentifully were they disposed around, in about the proportion of one to each person,

with a large central group. But on examination I discovered some small dishes, peeping out here and there among the leaves, singularly unsubstantial in quality. Hard-boiled eggs, apples, salad, small pieces of cheese, custards, grapes, minute sandwiches-the promised syllabub, in very slender glasses-the only thing looking substantial being a couple of huge loaves, flanking the large flower-vase in the centre; but what were they among so many? At sight of this particularly pastoral cheer, the countenance of the gentlemen visibly sank, and M‘Dermott managed to express his dissatisfaction by a ridiculous grimace; our hostess was, however, all glorious.

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The repast over, we all re-entered the saloon, and preparations for the start began in good earnest. The ponies were assembled at the door, and the portantini for our literary hostess was also in waiting. That lady, after a few moments' retirement, emerged from her bower equipped for the mountains. On her head she wore a wide-awake hat, ornamented with vast plumes of black ostrich feathers, reaching to her waist behind, and mixing in strange confusion with her greyish curls—for the countess belonged to that uncertain period when age already disputes with youth for mastery. A close-fitting jacket of crimson velvet displayed her form to the fullest advantage, while below appeared a mass of flounces only to be compared to line after line of breakers in a stormy sea. The petticoat being cut extremely short, displayed feet of immense proportions in black-velvet boots, fringed and tasselled with silver. Following this singular apparition appeared the down-cast figure of her unhappy maid, so loaded with pillows, cushions, parasols, and a large basket, that it was impossible to see more of her than her face.

“You are sure, now, that everything is in the basket, Hagar?” said the lady. “You know how irreparable any forgetfulness would be. Ah, my friends," said she, in a sentimental tone, turning to us, who all stood gazing at her in an astonishment she evidently mistook for admiration,

this is a great undertaking

“Yes, indeed, for the wretched portantini,” whispered M‘Dermott. “ Poor devils, how I pity them, to have the dragging of that Xantippe and her draperies up the mountains !"

“ Gentlemen, will you assist me?” And, supported by the whole array of men, she descended the steps of the portico with a dramatic air. After some little delay she was fairly placed in the chair. “Mr. M‘Dermott,” said she, “you will, I hope, walk beside my chair, and solace the long hours of the ascent with your Hibernian vivacity. Hagar,” to her maid, “ of course, you will keep close. Count-carino prezioso-where are you?”

“Here, love,” replied that gentleman, emerging from a small sideroom presenting a singular spectacle, being, spite of the heat, clothed in an immense cloak or tabarro, with a white hat and a blue veil.

“Grazie al cielo," said the dottore, "she is off-che donna mensogniera. Now, signora, let me help you on your pony, and try to obliterate all the folly to which we have listened, by a little agreeable conversation. Your society will make amends for all I have endured at the table of that pazza, and I trust I may be of use in explaining and pointing out to you the varied beauties of our route.”







And make them men of note (do you note, men ?)-Love's Labour's Lost, Act III. Sc. 1. D. Pedro. Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

Do it in notes. Balth.

Note this before my notes,
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he speaks,
Notes, notes, forsooth, and noting!

Much Ado About Nothing, Act II. Sc. 3.
And these to Notes are frittered quite away.-Dunciad, Book I.
Notes of exception, notes of admiration,
Notes of assent, notes of interrogation.--Amen Corner, c. iii.

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IV.–St. CHARLES BORROMEO. EVERY bullet has its billet. So believes that communis sensus of the world which finds its aptest expression in a proverb. So believed, no doubt, the turbulent monk who billeted a bullet against the person

of Carlo Borromeo, with intent to do him the most grievous bodily harm a bullet can, or is designed to, effect. But in this instance the Church Reformer-meaning the real one, San Carlo—wore a charmed life ; and the opposition Church Reformer-meaning the monk Farina, for he too for one in his


way being to rid the perturbed Church of its cardinal troubler, and purge it of his presence by an ite, missa est in leaden type-misdirected his billet, albeit he did send his bullet home. The direction put upon the billet by its unscrupulous sender was —to the heart of hearts of Carlo Borromeo, Archbishop, that troubler of the stagnant peace of monkish malcontents. It miscarried. So far at least as that the bullet, though it found a lodgment in the Archbishop's vesture, as he knelt before the altar at evening prayer, * dropped, a harm

“When from the assassin's arm the bullet sped,

He blench'd not, nor his deep devotions stopt;
Be not dismay'd in heart!' the anthem said,

He rose-the bullet from his vestment dropt!" Such is one of the supplementary stanzas appended by Mr. Ainsworth to his “ free translation" of the Admirable Crichton's Latin - Elegy on the Cardinal Carlo Borromeo.” The following note is added to illustrate the incident in question :

“ The ecclesiastical reformation effected by Saint Charles met, as was natural, with considerable opposition on the part of the corrupt and disorderly priesthood, and he became the object of their bitterest animosity. Les plus opposés à la réforme," writes M. Tabauraud, suscitèrent un frère Farina, qui se posta à l'entrée de la chapelle archiepiscopale où le Saint Prélat faisait sa prière avec toute sa maison; et, au moment où l'on chantait cette antienne, Non turbetur cor vestrum neque formidet, l'assassin, éloigné seulement de cinq ou six pas, tire un coup d'arquebuse sur Saint Charles, à genoux devant l'autel. A ce bruit, le chant cessa, le consternation est générale; le Saint, sans s'émouvoir, fait signe de continuer la prière : il se croyait cependant blessé mortellement, et offrait à Dieu le


less thing, to the ground, when he arose—its mission frustrated, its' murderous object signally reversed. For in fact that musket-shot was the ruin of the Humiliati brotherhood who authorised it, and what the

profane might call a godsend for the prelate it was meant to slay. Man proposes, God disposes. Farina's bullet had its billet, but not as he

proposed. It was, in the issue, the making (so to speak) of the obnoxious Reformer, and the ruin of the refractory monks.

For from that time forth the Reformer prospered in his work. Nothing, as the Prussian historian, Von Ranke,* observes, was ever more useful to him than this attack: the people looked on his escape as a miracle, and from that moment began to regard him with absolute veneration.

He is certainly note-worthy among the note-worthiest as a labourer, heart and soul-which is better sometimes than mind and strength-in the task of reforming what was corrupt, so far as his eye could trace the corruption, in the Church to which he belongs, and of which he is, with grounds to show for it too, a canonised Saint. The diocese of Milan was, when he entered “ with a will” upon its episcopal functions (volo episcopari), miserably in need of a stringent system of overseership. For fourscore years past, according to M. Tabauraud, the Church of Milan had been practically in a state of anarchy, archbishop after archbishop adopting the too, too dolce far niente habit of— let ill alone, laissez faire. A few years, however, of the new régime sufficed to turn this chaos into a cosmos. From being a by-word for whatever is discreditable in matters ecclesiastical and spiritual, the diocese of Milan became, under the transforming hands of its new shepherd and bishop of souls, a model and a marvel to surrounding episcopates.

The Roman Catholics are naturally proud of their own" Reformer, and somewhat prone to pit him against the more dogmatical, hip-andthigh cut-and-thrust ultras, as they account them, of the Protestant Reformation. Cardinal Wiseman exults in the collation. Gladly,” for instance, says his eminence, “would we institute a comparison between the instruments of our respective reformations. We would put St. Charles Borromeo against Cranmer, or Bartholomew de Martyrilius against Bucer ; the first as agents, the latter as auxiliaries. It has often appeared to us, that Divine Providence was graciously pleased to give the lie to those who, under pretence of grievous abuses and errors, caused schism in the Church, by raising

from its bosom, at that very moment, and soon after, such men as no Reformed Church can boast of. The tree might have been known by its fruits ; an evil tree could not have brought forth such worthy fruits of charity, of pastoral zeal, of penitential spirit, as then came to adorn the Catholic Church. And two things strike us principally in this matter. First, that they flourished exactly after the western continental Church is supposed by these Anglican writerst to have set on itself the seal of reprobation, by sanctioning heresy at the Council of

sacrifice de sa vie. La prière finie, il se relève, et voit tomber à ses pieds la balle qu'on lui avait tirée dans le dos, et qui n'avait fait qu'effleurer son rochet.' - Biog. UNIVERSELLE. The holy primate endeavoured, ineffectually, to preserve Farina and the instigators of his crime from merited punishment. They were put to death, and Pius VI. dissolved the order (Gli Umili) to which they belonged."

* History of the Popes.
† [Alluding to the authors of Tracts for the Times.]

Trent. 'Nay, some among them, as St. Charles, were the most active promoters of its decisions. Secondly, that these extraordinary men* were all distinguished for their attachment to this Church, and made it their glory that they belonged to it. We meet in their writings with no regrets at a single step it had taken, no intimation of a thought that it had inadvertently let slip a particle of primitive truth.” | This is not the place to canvass the polemical preferences of Dr. Wiseman; but, due allowance made for his ex parte partisanship, many are the determined Protestants who may be excused for showing something of his predilection, in the “odious comparison” he is pleased (maliciously pleased) to institute between Archbishop Charles Borromeo and Archbishop Thomas Cranmer. Mr. Macaulay, at any rate, for one, is surely anti-Cranmerite to the Cardinal's content.

If ever man was in earnest, and worked as under his great Taskmaster's eye, St. Charles may be honoured as earnest workman. He was instant in season, out of season :

Ful swyft and besy ever in good werkynge
And round and hool in good perseverynge,

And brennynge ever in charite ful bright. I He was careful, says one of our own Church historians, "not to lose a moment of his time: even at table he listened to some pious book, or dictated letters or instructions. When he fasted on bread and water, and dined in private, he read at the same time, and on his knees, when the Bible was before him. After dinner, instead of conversing, he gave audience to his rural deans and clergy.”

He allowed himself, we are further told, no time for recreation; finding in the different employments of his office both corporal exercise and relaxation of mind sufficient for maintaining the vigour of his mind and health of his body. His selfdenial was severe and unaffected. If his table was well-spread, it was for his guests, not himself: his own diet was vegetarian—not of the recherché order aimed at, and realised, by the vegetarianism of to-day, which, by the pains it bestows on pastry perpetrations of every possible and some preternatural kinds, appears to be indifferent alike to

Plain living and high thinking. “ His dress and establishment,” says that good Old Traveller, Eustace, “were such as became his rank, but in private he dispensed with the attendance of servants, and wore an under-dress, coarse and common; his bed was of straw; his repose short; and in all the details of life he manifested an utter contempt of personal ease and indulgence.”] “Cardinal Borromeo," writes Montaigne, “who died lately at Milan, in the midst of all the jollity that the air of Italy, his youth, birth, and great

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[Meaning, in common with the two commemorated by Dr. Wiseman in the text, such other fellow-labourers, in varied spheres of labour, but for the one cause, as Francis of Sales, Vincent of Paul, Philip Neri, Ignatius Loyola, Camillus de Lellis, Pascal Baylon, Peter of Alcantara, Joseph Calasanctius, Jerom Emilian, St. John of the Cross, &c.]

Essays on Various Subjects." By Cardinal Wiseman. Vol. ii.
Chaucer : “ The Secounde Nonnes Tale."
Palmer's " Ecclesiastical History,” ch. xxv.
Eustace's “Classical Tour through Italy."

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