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confined to my brain somehow—which nest look up to the stars, Violanta I struggle to express in motion-but had never before heard him give words if I lift my finger, it is gone. I watch to his melancholy thoughts, and she Amieri sometimes, when he draws. felt appalled and silenced by the inexHe pierces my very soul by assuming, pressible poignancy of his tones, and always, the attitude on his canvas. the feverish, tearless, broken hearted. Violanta | how can I stand like a statue ness of his whole manner. As she that would please the eye ?”
took his hand, there was a noise in the “ Giulio ! Giulio !!!
street below, and presently after, a “ Well, I will not burden you with hurried step was heard on the stair, my sadness. Let us look at Biondo's and Amieri rushed in, seized the rapier nymph. Pray the Virgin he come not which hung over his bed, and without in the while—for painting, by lamp- observing Violanta, was flying again light, shows less fairly than marble." from the apartment.
He took the lamp, and while Vio- “ Biondo !" cried a voice which lanta shook the tears from her eyes, would have stayed him were his next he drew out the pegs of the easel, and breath to have been drawn in heaven. lowered the picture to the light.
"* Contessa Violanta !" “ Are you sure Amieri will not come “ A quarrel, Giulio !” he said at in, Giulio ?" inquired his sister, look- length. ing back timidly at the door while she " What is it, Amieri ? Where go advanced.
you now?” asked Giulio, gliding be. “ I think he will not. The Corso tween him and the door. Biondo's is gay to night, and his handsome face cheek and brow had flushed when first and frank carriage, win greetings, as arrested by the voice of the countess, the diamond draws light. Look at but now he stood silent and with his his picture, Violanta ! With what a eyes on the floor, pale as the statue triumph he paints! How different before him. from my hesitating hand ! The * Biondo !" The countess sprang thought that is born in his fancy, to his side with the simple utterance collects instant fire in his veins, and of his name, and laid her small hand comes prompt and proportionate to on his arm. “ You shall not go! his hand. It looks like a thing born, You are dear to us--dear to Giulio, not wrought! How beautiful you are, Signor Amieri! If you love us—if my Violanta!
He has done well— you care for Giulio—nay, I will say it brave Biondo !"
-if you care for me, dear Biondo, put “ It is like me, yet fairer.”
life in peril.” “ I wish it were done! There is a “Lady !" said the painter, bowing look on the lips that is like a sensa- his head to his wrist, and kissing tion I feel sometimes on my own. I lightly the small white fingers that almost feel as if I should straighten pressed it, “ if I were to lose my life and grow fair as it advances. Would this hour, I should bless with my dying it not be a blessed thing, Violanta ?” lips the occasion which had drawn
“ I love you as you are, dear from you the blessed words I hear. Giulio !"
But the more life is valuable to me by “ But I thirst to be loved like other your regard, the more need you should men! I would pass in the street and not delay me. I am waited for. not read pity in all eyes. I would go Farewell !" out like Biondo, and be greeted in the Disengaging himself from Violanta's street with Mio bravo ! « Mio bello ! grasp, quickly but gently, Amieri I would be beloved by some one that darted through the door, and was is not my sister, Violanta !
I would gone. have my share-only my share-of Biondo had readily found a second human joy and regard. I were better in the first artist he met on the Corso, dead than be a hunchback. I would and after a rapid walk they turned on die, for you--to night-yes, to the lonely and lofty wall of the Palatine, night."
to look back on the ruins of the With a convulsive hand he pulled Forum. At a fountain-side, not far aside the curtain, and sent a long, ear- beyond, he had agreed to find his anta
gonist ; but spite of the pressing busi- Amieri's antagonist was a strongly ness of the hour, the wonderful and made man of thirty, costly in his dress, solemn beauty of the ruins that lay and of that class of features eminently steeped in moonlight at his feet, awoke, handsome, yet eminently displeasing. for an instant, all of the painter in his The origin of the quarrel was an insoul.
sulting observation, coupled with the “ Is it not glorious, Lenzoni ?'' he name of the young Countess Cesarini, said, pointing with his rapier to the which Biondo, who was standing in softened and tall columns that carried the shadow of a wall, watching her their capitals among the stars. window from the Corso, accidentally
“We have not come out to sketch, overheard. A blow on the mouth was Amieri l'' was the reply.
the first warning the stranger received “True, caro ! but my fingers work of a listener's neighbourhood, and as if the pencil was in them, and I for- after a momentary struggle they exget revenge while I see what I shall changed cards, and separated to meet never sketch again !"
in an hour, with swords, at the founLenzoni struck his hand heavily on tain, on the Palatine. Amieri's shoulder, as if to wake him Amieri was accounted the best foil from a dream, and looked close into in the ateliers of Rome, but his antahis face.
gonist, the Count Lamba Malaspina, " If you fight in this spirit, Bi. had just returned from a long residence ondo
in France, and had the reputation of “ I shall fight with heart and soul, an accomplished swordsman. Amieri Lenzoni; fear me not ! But when I was slighter in person, but well-made, saw, just now, the bel'effetto of the and agile as a leopard ; but when sharp-drawn shadows under the arch Lenzoni looked into the cool eye of of Constantine, and felt instinctively Malaspina, the spirit and fire which for my pencil, something told me, at he would have relied upon to ensure my heart's ear—you will never trace his friend success in an ordinary conline again, Amieri!”
test, made him tremble now. “ Take heart, caro amico !!!
Count Lamba bowed, and they My heart is ready, but my thoughts crossed swords. Amieri had read his come fast! What were my blood, I antagonist's character, like his friend, cannot but reflect, added to the ashes and, at the instant their blades parted, of Rome? We fight in the grave of he broke down his guard with the an empire ! But you will not philo- quickness of lightning, and wounded sophise, dull Lenzoni ! Come on to him in the face. Malaspina smiled as the fountain !"
he crossed his rapier again, and in the The moon shone soft on the green- next moment Amieri's sword flew high sward rim of the neglected fountain above his head, and the count’s was that once sparkled through the “gold at his breast. palace” of Nero. The white edges of “Ask for your life, mio bravo !” he half buried marble peeped here and said, as calmly as if they had met by there from the grass ; and beneath the chance in the Corso. shadow of an ivy-covered and totter- “ A'morté ! villain and slanderer 1" ing arch, sang a nightingale, the cried Amieri, and striking the sword triumphant possessor of life amid the from his bosom, he aimed a blow at forgotten ashes of the Cæsars. Amieri Malaspina,which, by a backward movelistened to his song.
ment, was received on the point of the “ You are prompt, signor !” said a blade. Transfixed through the wrist, gay-voiced gentleman, turning the cor- Amieri struggled in vain against the ner of the ruined wall, as Biondo, still superior strength and coolness of his listening to the nightingale, fed his heart antagonist, and falling on his knee, with the last sweet words of Violanta. waited in silence for his death-blow.
'Sempre pronto, is a good device," Malaspina drew his sword as gently as answered Lenzoni, springing to his possible from the wound, and recomfeet. “ Will you fight side to the mending a tourniquet to Lenzoni till a moon, signors, or shall we pull straws surgeon could be procured, washed the for the choice of light ?”
blood from his face in the fountain,
and descended into the Forum, hum- “We are dropping her fast, Mr. ming the air of a new song.
Lovett; she is already hull down, Faint with loss of blood, and with and three hours since, your captain his left arm around Lenzoni's neck, hailed us not to run into him." Biondo arrived at the surgeon's door. “ Captain Hollins, I will allow the
“ Can you save his hand ?" was the Speedy Keel to be the swiftest thing first eager question.
that ever cut the sea, but the Thun. Amieri held up his bleeding wrist derer is also a fast vessel, though not with difficulty, and the surgeon shook one of your clippers." his head as he laid the helpless fingers “Well, well, Mr. Lovett, we will in his palm. The tendon was entirely not quarrel about the matter, for I parted.
know how difficult it is for an old sail. “I may save the hand,” he said, or to acknowledge the superiority of " but he will never use it more !" another vessel over his own ; but fix
Amieri gave his friend a look full your eye on the frigate, wondering to of anguish, and fell back insensible. hear an old sailor quoting from the
“ Poor Biondo !” said Lenzoni, as bard, and acknowledge at the same he raised his pallid head from the time, the truth and trite appropriatesurgeon's pillow. • Death were less ness of the quotation: misfortune than the loss of a hand like thine. The foreboding was too true, “Blow! swiftly blow, thou keel comalas ! that thou never wouldst use pelling gale, pencil more !!
Till the broad sun withdraws his (To be continued.)
lessening ray ; Then must the Speedy schooner
That the slow frigate hold her lazy THE SPEEDY KEEL.
Ah! grievance sore, and listless dull (Concluded from page 315.)
To waste on sluggish hulks the When Lovett stepped on deck, he sweetest breeze! started a little, though not disposed What leagues are lost, before the to be much surprised at what he had dawn of day, witnessed. Along the deck, which Thus loitering pensive, on the will. was naked when he first went below, ing seas, was ranged a battery of neat and well
The flapping sail haul'd down to kept twenty-fours, a long eighteen halt for logs like these. was grinning on his circle amid-ships; There Mr. Lovett, with a small alteracks were placed around the hatches and between the guns, well studded
ration in the third and fourth lines, with shot ; the red shirts and tarry I think you will find yourself in that
which I have taken the liberty to make, caps of the men, were exchanged for the white dress and well blacked tar- disagreeable situation, yclept a quanpaulin of the sailor; the young man
dary, to cull from your hoarded stores who first ushered him into the cabin,
an answer as applicable.” and who was now introduced as Cap
* Ah, father,” said Genevieve, tain Hollins' son, was pacing the deck laughing, and placing her hand on his trumpet in hand; and far astern, just shoulder, “ do not think that you have discernible in the distance, or rather
won the battle by a masterly stroke; it on the starboard quarter, so swiftly tion from such as we that has struck
is astonishment at hearing that quotahad the schooner run, and so much to windward, was the Thunderer tumbling
Mr. Lovett dumb. Come, Mr. Lovett, along under a press of canvas, while the with your permission I will reply, and Speedy Keel under snug sail was slip
, uphold the gallant frigate. ping through it like a bird on the wing. “How gloriously her gallant course Silently the old man watched Lovett's eye till it finally rested upon the dis- Her white wings flying-never from tant frigate.
she goes ;
She walks the waters like a thing sailor loves; and, save the cutting of of life,
the sharp vessel through the water, And seems to dare the elements to not a sound was abroad on the lonely strife.
deep. What a contrast! The lovely Who would not brave the battle-fire sylph-like form of the beautiful crea-the wreck
ture seated by the harp, one arm To move the monarch of her peopled thrown carelessly over the instrument, deck ?"
as if impatient to sweep its chords; “Well, Mr. Lovett, since you have her careless ringlets swinging to the interested a champion in your favour, gentle air, and her countenance beamagainst whom I am unable to contend, ing in the silvery light, regarding I shall withdraw from the lists and with looks of fondness the bronzed consider myself vanquished. Why,
and daring features of her hardy pirate you gipsy you, here, give your old fa sire. Beyond, inured alike to scenes ther a kiss, to compromise for leading of blood and tempest-dangers, and him into a scrape when he anticipated relying upon their speedy vessel to victory. But come, Mr. Lovett, we carry them beyond the reach of their need a little refreshment, andhaving ta- powerful neighbour, stood the hard ken the 'quantum sufficit,' Genevieve
and weather-beaten crew, utterly re("Call her Lucile, Captain Hollins,' gardless of capricious chance. said Lovett. “Ah, ha, old times, eh?
“And what shall I sing?" said the well, Lucile, then, if you
please, ) shall amuse us with her harp.'
“Sing ? oh, you shall sing to-night The wind had hauled round to the for Mr. Lovett.”. southward, and the evening promised
She struck the chords, and a soft to be remarkably fine. The soft south melody blended with the following wind came loaded with the freshness
words : of the ocean. The little vessel was
“ Though I roam on the ocean, careering along swiftly and noiselessly, My heart is the same, save now and then a slight plunge as For deep memory's motion, she slipped over a roller, the swash.
But adds to the flame. ing of the water against the bow, the
The heart that once beat rubbing of the rudder as the helmsman
With a fond throb for thee altered its direction, the whispering
On land, must repeat of the pregnant canvas, and the low It, wherever it be. murmuring hum of the breeze as it The spell is not broken sported through the taut rigging. The
That bound me to thee; scud was still flying overhead, but the Receive this fond token feeble stars were one by one peeping
Of love on the sea ;'' out through the flimsy concealment; and she playfully took a ring from her and the pale sickly moon gradually own delicate finger and placed it on resuming her sway as mistress of the Lovett’s. Decorum forbid other than night, occasionally shone through the a verbal declaration of gratitude, and ragged interstices with a golden splen- the old man relieved the pause, by a dour, tipping the water with a bright, stern and startling order, of “ Luffi broad silvery streak. The dark sha- keep her at it.” dows of the fitful clouds would ever The spell was broken, the charm and anon flit across the waters, giving was gone. All had awaited in silent them the blackest appearance, and in expectation to catch the first breatha moment they would again be heaving ings of another melody, but the chords and playing in a flood of light. Once were mute, and each reluctantly be. more on deck, the harp was brought took himself to his proper station. and placed by Genevieve. The old The harp was removed, and the hour man and Lovett stood on either side. for retiring had arrived. The old man Groups of swarthy mariners were col- still remained on deck to con the lected as far aft as reverence would weather; and having given a few low permit them to come, to hear their and indistinct orders, but which seemfavourite wake the music which the ingly were understood, he too disappeared, apparently for the night. But "She undoubtedly will, and if she his quick eye had detected an indica- runs by you she is not the vessel I tion of change in the weather, and judge her to be. Lieutenant Splicelong after all were buried in the calm- tack, the first lieutenant on board the ness of sleep, his foot was pacing the frigate, is a man not to be out-madeck with a hasty and apparently nouvred by anything that floats the anxious motion. The breeze was sea ; and if I am not mistaken in my gradually dying away, and the rover inference, you will find the frigate has readily perceived that it was about to also changed her course during the shift round to the northward. If it night.” did so, he was aware that his vessel “ Well, Mr. Lovett, it is but an under a schooner's rig could not hold hour to daylight, and we must abide way with the frigate before the wind. the chance." His only plan was to alter his course, The rover spoke with a tone of instand on an hour or two, douse every- difference, but his countenance bething and let the frigate run by him. trayed an air of anxiety foreign to his Every sail was loosed that would draw, · speech. every line was hauled taut, and the “Why all on deck ?" said a soft old man himself took the helm, anx- silvery voice. iously watching the slow progress of They turned, and Genevieve stood the schooner as the breeze slackened. by them. The canvas began to lift ; and flap, “And what has disturbed your rest, flap, one after another the sails hung my daughter, at this early hour ?" in slothful inactivity.
Orders were “ I could not sleep, father; I have given in a low murmuring voice, and had horrible dreams, and thought in silently the men stole aloft to execute the calmness of the air to dispel the them. Everything was brailed and unwelcome visions." hauled up snug against the masts and “ This,” said the old man, turning yards. The head sails hauled down to Lovett, “ appears like an omen. and yards squared.
I am not inclined to superstition, but “There," said the old man, as he -there, there comes a breeze from cast an anxious look towards the where the northward, too. All hands loose abouts of the frigate ; “I could have sail,”' and in a moment the beautiful wished the breeze to have held on vessel was again bending to the inanother hour, but that fellow must fluence of a gentle breeze. The old have a sharp look-out to catch sight man tapped Lovett on the shoulder, of the Speedy Keel's tapering sticks." and directing his attention, said,
“ There are bright look-outs kept “Look, I expected it; but she cannot on board our vessels sometimes, Cap. catch us, the breeze has come too tain Hollins," said a voice at his
Lovett looked, and there, elbow, "and the capture of the Speedy almost within shot, and just percepti. Keel is a matter of moment."
ble through the haze of the breaking “ What! you on deck, Mr. Lovett ? light, was the dim outline of a tall Why I thought you were snugly turned and heavy frigate. in, and dreaming of the time when “ The Thunderer !” exclaimed Lo. you would rob an old man of his last vett. prop, and leave him solitary and alone, “ Sail ho l" sung out the man at like a mast without a stay."
the cathead. “No, sir, I too, like yourself, per- “ You see, Mr. Lovett," said the ceived the likelihood of a change, old man, smiling. “I allow none of having been on this coast before ; and, my men to be before me. anxious as to the result, I could not a little of that sheet. Steady, so I remain below."
steer small, and mind your helm.” “Well, well, Mr. Lovett, when you It was now to be a trial of speed get as many years over your head as between the two vessels, with the I have, you will not be over eager to wind abaft the beam, and the larger throw away an inviting hour of rest. vessel undoubtedly had the advantage. But what think you of the frigate ; It was now broad daylight, and the will she bring the breeze up with her?” frigate could be distinctly seen.