FIRST TOURIST. "THE TWO TOURISTS. "O the dolce far niente, Wandering con tranquilla mente Through those sunnier lands than ours; Inns luxurious, customs curious, Princely chateaux, groups like Watteau's, Palace, hovel, all so novel, With sweet girls who offer flowers. "Down by Zurich, or by Vevay, When could any day feel heavy, Who could tire of Switzerland? Mountain passes, towering masses, Deep green valley, far-off châlet, Goat-bells tinkling 'neath stars twinkling, Lakes by Alpine breezes fanned! "Then when we from Berne or Brugen, By the Simplon or the Splugen, Enter cloudless Italy, Art's rich treasures yield new plea sures; Marble charms us, colour warms us, Flashed from pencil bold and free! "Tasso's music there still lingers, There Canova's plastic fingers Re-illumed the fire of Greece; Faith ne'er falters by those altars, Where there beameth one who dreameth, Gazing meetly, softly, sweetly, On the lamb she folds in peace. One would long to linger o'er. Tired of all things, great and small things, Pliny, Pasta, Sforza, D'Este, Found a rest upon this shore. To elocutionists we would commend the following extract, as likely to be singularly effective if carefully studied and tastefully rendered:: "THE PRINCESS OF SANTA CROCE. "Wailing winds were round the castle, Sleepless lay she until dawn, And the pale light found her paler Than her couch's snowy lawn. 'Sigismund, her only brother, Drew in dungeon-keep his breath; By the Pope was doomed to death. There, in bed of velvet cradled, Found in some far-distant year. "Who had sculptured stone and marble "Take,' she said, 'my emerald sacred, "Two long days unwearied worked he, "Many a forest, many a mountain, She has left her stately home. "From St. Angel's dark recesses, "And Christ's vicar, the anointed, Power to bless and power to ban. "Tis a princess kneels before him, Cuts her like a two-edged knife. 'Paul Donati! Paul Donati! She who had that stone of thee, Ofter, 'neath her father's castle, Has she roamed with thee unchecked; Taught'st her more than cold respect. Twelve long years have flown since then; Thou hast set thy foot on men. "On the last night ere you left her, แ 'By this token, by that symbol, "For a moment in the silence You might hear his pulses beat; As he raised her from his feet. "Leonore, the past is over! Rome has set her seal on me; We must meet no more for ever; Take thy brother; he is free!' The succeeding specimens are somewhat Thackerayan, covering the wounded feelings of the heart by affected cynicism : "MY VIS-A-VIS. "That olden lady can it be? Well, well, how seasons slip away! Do let me hand her cup of tea, 'Dear madam, thirty years ago, When both our hearts were full of glee, In many a dance and courtly show, I had you for my vis-à-vis. "That pale blue robe, those chestnut curls, Looped up with roses at the knee. Was then your cheek, my vis-à-vis, "I hear the whispered praises yet, The buzz of pleasure when you came, Like moths, within the fatal flame; As apples when you shake the tree, They well might breathlessly remark, By Jove! that is a vis-à-vis." 'O time and change, what is't you mean? Ye gods! can I believe my ears? Has that bald, portly person been Your husband, ma'am, for twenty years? That six-foot officer your son, Who looks o'er his moustache at me! "Forgive me if I've been too bold, Permit me to return your cup; "THE CI-DEVANT JEUNE HOMME. "I've seen the day,-but now no more Bright eyes glance brighter when I come; By Jove! I'm almost thought a bore, They curtsey, and grow staid and dumb; Or, whispering to themselves, they say, And pass me by like ships at sea. Indeed, I'm barely fourteen stone. A finer shape at forty-three,- The fancy that they have for boys; "While I, forsooth, am left to stand By heaven! it almost looks as if They spoke the truth, for, light and free, Each gilded poop, each buoyant skiff, "So be it! I have seen the day I could have won of smiles my fill; But if we will not when we may, Perhaps we may not when we will. Then let them take their beardless pet, And lisp with Harry, Dick, or Tom; But if they want a true man yet, I'll back the ci-devant jeune homme!" |