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Necessity, however, is the mother of most insolent tone, what they, the our law, and by its dictates we must communes, choose fit to term their abide."

rights, granted to them by ancient “ Certainly there is no other re- treaties; as if Austria, from the hour source open. But to resurne the she took the Lombardo-Venetian terthread of our discourse. The Cavalier ritories under her protection, acMorini – for such is the name of the knowledged any other law but her own young gentleman whom I intend to in powerful will. For my part, I only trocluce to the mysteries of our duties smile at their puerile demonstrations, will be with you in the course of to- their invocations to the dead, their demorrow, and I will take care to pre- monstrations at their public places of pare him for the nature of his othce.” resort, their ovations to their new idol,

A rather difficult task at the be- Pio Nono.* It will be time enough, ginning, if the pupil has much delicacy if any symptom of real rebellion is seen, of feeling."

to crush it immediately by a wholesale “Ohi I shall have little scruple slaughter." with my protégé,” said the Count “ jly lord, with all due respect for Figuelmont, with a sinister smile. "Let your opinion, I differ from you in your us drop our present subject, and turn estimate of the popular ebullition of to matiers of greater importance which feeling. Under the smooth surface of I have been ordered to communicate the Italian countenance, I think there with you upon. By letters received lurks more than mere empty words. this morning from his Highness the Not that I do not agree with you, even Prince Metternich, after regretting the if an outbreak did take place against tendency of the various independent the Government, the task of crushing princes of the states of Italy, to accord it would be accomplished, although to their subjects liberal reforms, and not altogether with the ease you may thus discard the motherly authority of imagine. I speak from information Austria in so doing, his highness di- gathered from various secret sources. rects me to confer with you and the To me there appears but two paths Marshal Radetsky on the best means open-either to concede to the wishes of quelling the rebellious feeling of the people, in granting them the evincing itself not merely in the Ro- liberty of the press, a civic guard, and man States, in those of Piedmont, of a constitution of their own Naples, of Modena, of Parma, but even “Ha! ha! Baron, your political wisin the Lombardo-Venetian territories. dom has gone astray,” exclaimed the My opinion is, if the other sovereigns Count Figuelmont, laughing heartily are so terrified by the mere ebullition at the idea of reform. of a people's feeling sunk in sloth, “ Or otherwise," continued the Bawithout a remnant of the ancient spirit ron Toresani Lanzenfeld, unheeding remaining which ever and anon shone the interruption, “to call immediately forth in the middle centuries, like a into play the strongest measures of the bright meteor of their past glory, our law, and crush the slightest symptoms Government should not bow down be- of dissatisfaction. Such is my opinion, fore the shadow of a phantom it has so my lord; and I assure you, it has not often before, and can still and ever been formed without due thought or crush with the utmost facility. By consideration." doing so it would only encourage “Why even the Marshal Radetsky them, if any partial reforms were con- expressed himself to me slightly on the ceded to their miserable outcry, to dissatisfaction of the people, and asdemand still more; and thus we should sured me he felt not the slightest alarm be ever annoyed, as we have been the on that head; the only fear he had was entire year, by petitions pouring in on the side of Sardinia, as if that puny from every quarter demanding, in the power would dare to attempt, by force

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By demonstrations in the theatres, in the churches, in the public squares; by funeral services in honour of defunct patriots, by ovations to the Pope, by festivals and anniversaries without end, by all that could bave a meaning, that could convey an allusion, however vagne and remote, to the hope nearest to their hearts. The stir of men's mind was immeasurable! In proportion as the Italians made advances in the school of resistance, the Austrians lost sight of the compass of timely concession," —Mariotti's Italy in 1848.

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of arms, the attack of such a giant as congratulate you, my lord, on having Austria. The Prince Metternich at- come to such a wise decision. The tributes this fear of the veteran mar. opportunity of calling out military shal to its true source, an over feeling force will not be long wanting if the of cautiousness, engendered naturally excitement of the people only continue, at his age.'

which there is no reason to doubt will "Well, my lord, I must bow to the be the case, until a lesson, such as you superior wisdom of so able a states- describe, is properly given the Milan. man as Prince Metternich, whose ex- Then only may we hope to live perience in matters of this nature must again in peace. be superior to my own; but Heaven “I cannot help smiling, Baron, at grant he may not be deceived.". your timidity, but the end will show

** For your fears, however, Baron, how rightly I estimate this bawling the Court of Vienna seems to bave populace. Adieu; I must away to the provided; for while the Archduke Archduke's palace." Rainer is directed to amuse the Mi. " Ay, the end will show, indeed, lanese with promises of concessions, to who is the best judge. My lord, I us is entrusted the more manly task of wish you a happy evening at the festi. calling out the troops at the first symp

val of the Archduke." tom of rebellion (and we shall soon Thus parted the two oflicers of the find one in their demonstrations at the Austrian's eagle, each arrogant in his Theatre della Scala), and crushing for own opinion, but neither sufficiently ever the hopes of the people in obtain. initiated in the mysteries and shadows ing reforms, even if we sacrifice, to of a coming storm to foresee the force gain this point, a few scores of lives.” of # people's will labouring under in

** That will be the only means of justice the most oppressive, tyranny preventing further disturbance; and I the most unlawful.

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** Twere vain to tell, and sad to trace,

Each step from splendour to disgrace-
Enough, no foreign foe could quell
Thy soul, till from itself it fell;
Yes, self-abase ment paved the way
To villain bonds and despot sway.'

"- Byron.

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On the evening of the day following sight did that room present, and the interview of the Count Figuelmont stranger still were the tales which could with the chief of police, in a brilliantly be recounted if those dumb walls could lighted saloon at Milan, was seen col. speak. It was a house licensed by Golected a number of persons. The sa- vernment for play one of the many loon was large and spacious, handsomely means adopted by the authorities to decorated with all the modern furniture demoralise a people, whose spirit for of the day, and its walls were hung with liberty neither their chains nor prisons pictures, some of extreme beauty and could ever subdue. value. Around the sides of the saloon Through the room paraded two in. were arranged a number of tables, on dividuals, every now and then stopping some of which lay scattered a few books for a few moments at each table to no. and papers, but the most of themi tice the proceedings of its occupants. were occupied by four or five persons One was the proprietor of the estaseated intensely engaged in the hideous blishment, the other an agent of the occupation of gaming. A strange police. What a fearful scene of con


“ Marshal Radetsky had foreseen the attack of Sardinia and the general rise of Lombardy, early in the preceding year. He had throughout the autumn and winter demanded tba! his forces should be raised to one hundred and fifty thousand men, but always in vain. The Marshal had no apprehension himself whatever as to the insurrection alone, and only asked for reinforcement against the King of Sardinia... Old Metternich treated this (warning) as a timorous apprehension of the still older Radetsky." — Willisen's Italienishe Feldzug des Jahres, 1848. Berlin, 1849.

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tending passions it must have appeared feeling of prepossession one might feel to them, mere spectators, baving nei. in his favour; and yet, in all he said ther more interest in one party than and did, there was a pride of tone which another! Yet with what a quiet and marked a haughty and proud heart. calm aspect did they gaze at each table, Playing, as he was, for heavy stakes, with its various occupants, as if they there was little anxiety to be noticed scarcely heeded the players. Custom in his general bearing and dark feaand time had deadened their feelings. tures ; but a nervous twitching at the What care they who wins or loses ? See corner of the mouth, and the mo. that old man, with his silvery locks, mentary brightening of the flashing looking as if a pattern of morality, yet eye told the inward working of the how eagerly he clutches the pile of gold passions, kept down alone by a strong before him, and how exultingly he gazes struggle of mind. His opponent was at his younger opponent. Look at that a man far older than himself, yet tremperson, with the mild and benevolent bling with excitement, and exhibiting, countenance, as if anger could never as he continued to win the heavy piles distort the placid smile, how quickly the of gold before him, all the anxiety of whole features change, and assume an fear lest he should again lose what he aspect horrible to gaze upon. He has had gained. lost perhaps his all, and wildly rushes “Nine!” exclaimed the latter," and from the room-suicide; who knows his forty-two before, make me fifty-one. doom? God- his soul, his last thought! You have lost again, Morini.” See again that young man, scarcely “Double or quits for a last chance," twenty years of age, how thoughtfully, uttered the other, who was the Cavalier how eagerly he gazes upon those cursed Morini. cards he holds within his hands, as if “ Done,” responded his opponent; every feeling of his heart, every noble and a dense silence ensued, interrupted impulse of his nature, was centered only by a person who called out the thereon. He loses; and at every numbers as each player cast the dice. new turn of what he terms his ill. A few moments, and the game will luck, bark! what horrid blasphemy he be decided. What a world of misery utters; the name of his Saviour con- hangs over that short space-a small tinually invoked, he curses both fortune, or nothing! Heaven save the God and his own being! Fearful must youth from that all-absorbing spirit of be the moral responsibility of a Go- gain, the unquenchable desire for play, vernment which countenances and en- which seldom terminates in life till the courages by the sanction of its name grave receives the wreck of hope ! such scenes of vice and degradation, Those minutes so short, yet so long, and which seeks from thence, not merely have passed. The Cavalier Morini has a source of profit, but even a delight, lost; in the last stake was played the in the increase of gaming, in the crimes remnant of a noble fortune. Oh, and immorality of a people. Fearful gambling! what a fearful vice art must be the consequences ! Woe to thou ! how many a noble heart thou the rulers who exult in the infamy of hast sacrificed at the altar of thy Satana nation !

like glimpse of false hopes ! To a small table, near the centre of He rises from his seat, a smile on his the room, the attention of the reader lips, despair in his heart, and with a must be more particularly directed. few words of farewell to the persons By its sides were seated two persons, around him, he leaves the room, with deeply engaged in play, while around a firm, slow, and haughty step: Who them was grouped a number of lookers- could guess how false and hollow was on, called there by the heaviness of the echo of those steps ? the stakes. One of the two players “ Poor Morini! I fear I have won was a person of about twenty-seven or more than he could well afford to lose. twenty-eight years of age, with a bold, But we buy experience sooner or later handsome, and prominent countenance, in this world; and at his age, with the on which the traces of dissipation might world before him, he can best afford be noticed by the close observer. There to lose." was about him a free and open kind of With these words, the speaker swept manner, extremely engaging, but at his winnings off the table, stowed times a forward and overbearing man- them away carefully about his person, ner, which considerably diminished the and turned to speak gaily on other up

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subjects to the persons around him. the head, as if he divined all was not Such is the pity of the confirmed gam. right, quitted the room,

The Cavaster for his victim, and, sometimes, lier di Morini was alone. Alone! dupe !- a passing thought, and utter No.

That inscrutable Being, wrapt oblivion of his future fate!

in the sublime mystery of his own The victim of his own fate, where Eternity, the immensity from whence was he? With the same proud mien, no soul returns, still stood before half unconscious of his actions, he him, to demand an account of his past slowly descended the staircase, and acts. Alonel Oh, yes; could he but left the house. How coolly fell the stand alone - sweep thought, melight breeze upon his feverish and mory away, what happiness! what heated skin-how refreshing, after the bliss! to his present agony.

Or could excitement of the last hour! But it he but crush, and for ever, the refell unheeded upon the Cavalier di membrance of a few years — the dis. Morini; and what to him was the glo- sipation, the vice, the scenes of infamy rious breath of heaven? His thoughts in which he had shone, in which he flew rapidly over past years, flitting had been encouraged, how heavenly from scene to scene, as each succes- would not be his feelings of delight! sively passed through the mind. His But no, still no - there stood the happy country home – the scenes of Past — that horrid Past — with its his childhood, decked rich with the grim visions of darkness and crime. bright flowers of memory's earliest no Future to stir his manhood, to fancy - the mother, kind in her love, cheer his heart, to offer him a single and heavenly devotion to his care, flower out of the thousand decking happiness, and comfort – the father, with beauty the path of Hope! He his eyes glistening with affection as he covered his face with his hands to shut predicted to his friends the future out the vision, in vain, and groaned in career of his only son - the death-bed agony, again repeating, where he had bid that father adieu as all lost to me for ever !!! his spirit hovered between heaven and Suddenly a thought flashes across earth - the promise given, and then his brain; and, starting up, lie hurries the last embrace ! - all darted before to an adjoining room, and returns with the mind's eye, and in agony be a writing-desk. How the hand tremgroaned, “ All gone, all lost to me bles as he attempts to open the desk ! for ever !"

What madness has seized his brain ! Rousing himself by a powerful ef- The thought of good has flown - evil fort of mind, he sped quickly along the

governs his mind. almost deserted streets, ard at length Slowly he opens the desk, and from arrived at his own residence, in the a corner of it he takes a small phial, Contrada del Monte.

containing a dark mixture. Can in “Wine, wine!" he exclaimed, in such a small compass be contained the almost a fierce tone, to the old and power of severing life? In a glass he faithful servitor, who had watched him pours the deadly mixture, and raises from his childhood, and who accom- it to his lips. In another hour life panied him to his drawing-room, while will be extinct. At that instant his he threw himself, exhausted by his eye rests on a small locket, containing excited feelings, on a seat.

the hair of a parent now no more. With quick steps the old servitor His whole frame shakes with a nervous moved away to fulfil the order of his tremor, as if stricken with palsy. The master, and soon returned with bot. eye of the dead seems watching the tles and glass, which he carefully actions of the living!

the living! - the spirit of a placed before the Cavalier di Morini. parent hovering over the danger of a

Are you unwell, Signor ?" he ex- child! It unmans him - it strikes claimed, as he noticed well and care- fear to his soul - the glass falls from fully the excited tone and look of his his band ! - he sinks, fainting, on his master.

seat! “ No, no, Giacomo: it is nothing- “ Father, father!” he murmurs, mere passing pain. Leave me. I “ protect me from myself.” would be alone."

Tears, bitter yet sweet, spring to The old man still lingered for a mo- his eyes, and he sobs aloud. How ment, as if he fain would have re. terrible it is to see tlie strong and mained, and, with a grave shake of powerful man, accustomed to wrestle with the world to dare every danger mont, and thus procure for myself his and obstacle with impar.ity, sink into silence? Who, also, is this Signor ile weakuess of worlan – the sea Purtu, with whom he wishes me to beings more powerful than hinseif- come intimate, to waici bis footsteps, ture overciming hai is.

to worm out his secrets—who is he that A half hour passes away, and again I should scruple to betray his confi. he rises from his sai. The tears be dence? A mere passing acquaintance, bad shed had relieved his maddening a generous fellow seemingly from what exciitment, and reason was restored I have heard; but no tie of friendship to its throne. Calmly he locked his or relationship binds him to me. He desk, after pressing the locket to his is also a rival in my affection for Nina lips and cartuily restoring it again to Ezzelinni. Let me sce - if I refuse its place. A letter now met bis gaze, this <ifer, I lose her who is worth any bitherto unnoticed, lying on the lawie, sacrifice in my power. This transacdirected to himsest. He opens it in a tion, so hateful in its memory, will be careless manner, but soon his attention come known, and, at the same time, seems entirely orcupied by its con- my utter ruin. I shall go forih upon tents, and carefully he reads it over the world a penniless beggar, shunned again.

by all but my mother, and she, too, “I am saved !" he exclaims. “ llere perhaps, so kind and affectionate, will lie the means of concealing from the learn to hate the son who brought ber world, from my mother, the loss of my oli age in shame to the grave. Turn fortune. Il bat matters to me how to the acceptance of this otier, and Sina the gold is earned, so long as it pro- Ezzellinni may be mine, with fortune, tects me from the scorn and pity of friends, fame preserved. What need I my companions — from those I feel more to decide me?-only a fool could myself superior to. If I do become hesitate. Away with scruples un. the tool of the police, the secret be- worthy of a moment's thought. To. trayer of those who confide in my morrow I shall join the eagle's nest, honesty and honour, who is to know Í and greet one of its lords, the director am connected with that dreaded and of our police. And now that matter hated power? Again, in this letter is settled, I will away to bed.” hinted the knowledge of a transaction Little dreamt the Cavalier di -a youthful folly it is true, but sutti- Morini what an interminable web of cient to make me a by-word of con. iron he was casting around himself in tempt in the world. Must I not, making such a decision--escaping motherefore, for my own interest, close mentary shame, but hazarding the with the offer of the Count Figuel- safety of his soul !



* The appointment of an Italian to the vacant Archbishopric of Milan), after the decease of a Gerroan prelate (Guisrurk , was hailed os a return to national principles. Austria was here forced to depart from thur system of denationalisation which had included the very clergy. Romilli was an Italian, and came in the uame of the Italian Pontif."'- Mariotti's Italy in 1848. On the fifth day of September, a large pass in solemn state before them. The crowd of people was collected in one cause of this concentration, this minof the principal thoroughfares of gling of artisap with merchant, of Milan, leading to one of the city gates, noble with peasant, was the expected while from window and balcony were arrival of the new Archbishop Romilli, seen numbers of ladies, grouped to- appointed by the Pope, in despite of gether as if awaiting the arrival of Austria's all-grasping spirit, to the See some procession or sight, which was to of Milan, vacant by the death of the

* The events described in this chapter as having occurred on the 5th of September are not altogether correct. The entrance of the Archbishop Romilli, in triumphant procession, amidst the cheers of the Milanese, occurred on the day named; but the massacre of a defenceless people, met only for the purpose of celebrating the appointment of an Italian prelate to the vacant See, did not take place till two or three days after. The reader must excuse this liverty with history.

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