While they, who court the world, like Milton's cloud * This gifted Being wraps himself in night; EXTRACT IV. Venice. The English to be met with every where.—Alps and Threadneedle Street.The Simplon and the Stocks.-Rage for Travelling.-Blue Stockings among the Wahabees.-Parasols and Pyramids.-Mrs. Hopkins and the Wall of China AND is there then no earthly place, Where we can rest, in dream Elysian, Are sacred from Threadneedle Street! If up the Simplon's path we wind, Go where we may-rest where we will, The trash of Almack's or Fleet Ditch- * "Did a sable cloud Comus. To glide among the Pyramids *- Or, flying to the Eastward, see And toast upon the Wall of China! EXTRACT V. Florence. No-'tis not the region where Love's to be found They have bosoms that sigh, they have glances that rove, They have language a Sappho's own lip might resound, When she warbled her best-but they've nothing like I ove Nor is't that pure sentiment only they want, Which Heaven for the pure and the tranquil hath made- Which sweetens seclusion, and smiles in the shade; But it is not this, only;-born full of the light Of a sun, from whose fount the luxuriant festoons That, beside him, our suns of the north are but moons,— We might fancy, at least, like their climate they burned; Would yet be all soul, when abroad on the wing. And there may be, there are, those explosions of heart, Where Love is a sun-stroke, that maddens the frame. *It was pink spencers, I believe, that the imagination of the French traveller conjured up. But that Passion, which springs in the depth of the soul; As torrent, ere long, losing peace in its course— A course, to which Modesty's struggle but lends This exquisite Passion-ay, exquisite, even Mid the ruin its madness too often hath made, This entireness of love, which can only be found, And the Senses, asleep in their sacred recesses, Can only be reached through the temple of Love!- This perfection of Passion-how can it be found, Where nought of that innocent doubt can exist, That ignorance, even than knowledge more bright, Where Experience leaves nothing for Love to reveal, Oh, no, 'tis not here, howsoever we're given Whether purely to Hymen's one planet we pray, For faithless in wedlock, in gallantry gross, Without honour to guard, or reserve to restrain, What have they, a husband can mourn as a loss? What have they, a lover can prize as a gain? EXTRACT VI. Rome. Reflections on reading Du Cerceau's Account of the Conspiracy of Rienzi, in •*- The Meeting of the Conspirators on the Night of the 19th of May. Their Procession in the Morning to the Capitol.-Rienzi's Speech. 1347. 'Twas a proud moment-even to hear the words Of Truth and Freedom 'mid these temples breathed. And see, once more, the Forum shine with swords, In the Republic's sacred name unsheathed— 'Twas on a night of May, beneath that moon, When heroes, girt for Freedom's combat, pause At dawn, in arms, went forth the patriot band; Their gilded gonfalons, all eyes could see The palm-tree there, the sword, the keys of Heaven ‡— Types of the Justice, peace, and liberty, That were to bless them, when their chains were riven. On to the Capitol the pageant moved, While many a Shade of other times, that still Around that grave of grandeur sighing roved, Hung o'er their footsteps up the Sacred Hill, *The "Conjuration de Nicolas Gabrini, dit de Rienzi," by the Jesuit Du Cerceau, is chiefly taken from the much more authentic work of Fortifiocca on the same subject. Rienzi was the son of a laundress. It is not easy to discover what church is meant by Du Cerceau here:"Il fit crier dans les rues de Rome, à son de trompe, que chacum eût à se trouver, sans armes, la nuit du lendemain, dixneuvième, dans l'église du château de Saint-Ange, au son de la cloche, afin de pourvoir au Bon E'tat.' " "Les gentilshommes conjurés portaient devant lui trois étendarts. Nicolas Guallato, surnommé le bon diseur, portait le premier, qui était de couleur rouge, et plus grand que les autres. On y voyait des caractères d'or avec une femme assise sur deux lions, tenant d'une main le globe du monde, et de l'autre une Palme pour représenter la ville de Rome. C'était le Gonfalon de la Liberté. Le second, à fonds blanc, avec un St. Paul tenant de la droite une Epée nue, et de la gauche la couronne de Justice, était porté par Etienne Magnacuccia, notaire apostolique. Dans le troisième, St. Pierre avait en main les clefs de la Concorde et de la Paix. Tout cela insinuait le dessein de Rienzi, qui était de rétablir la liberté, la justice, et la paix."-Du Cerceau, liv. ii. "Twas then that thou, their Tribune,* (name, which brought Dreams of lost glory to each patriot's thought,) Didst, with a spirit Rome in vain shall seek To call up in her sons again, thus speak : "Romans, look round you-on this sacred place There once stood shrines, and gods, and god-like men. Is left of all, that made Rome's glory then? To whet our pangs and aggravate our chains! If we, the living, are too weak to crush "Happy, Palmyra, in thy desert domes, Where only date-trees sigh and serpents hiss ; Ricnzi. The finc Canzone of Petrarch, beginning "Spirto gentil," is supposed, by Voltaire and others, to have been addressed to Rienzi; but there is much more evidence of its having been written, as Ginguené asserts, to the young Stephen Colonna, on his being created a Senator of Rome. That Petrarch, however, was filled with high and patriotic hopes by the first measures of this extraordinary man, appears from one of his letters, quoted by Du Cerceau, where he says, -"Pour tout dire, en un mot, j'atteste, non comme lecteur, mais comme témoin oculaire, qu'il nous a ramené la justice, la paix, la bonne foi, la sécurité, et tous les autres vestiges de l'âge d'or.' |