FOSCARI. LET us lift up the curtain, and observe What passes in that chamber. Now a sigh, And now a groan is heard. Then all is still. Twenty are sitting as in judgment there;' Men who have served their country and grown grey In governments and distant embassies, Men eminent alike in war and peace; Such as in effigy shall long adorn The walls of VENICE-to show what she was! Their garb is black, and black the arras is, That low and dismal moaning. Westminster Bridge.-In that island is the Exchange; and I have often walked there as on classic ground. In the days of Antonio and Bassanio it was second to none. "I sottoportici," says Sansovino, writing in 1580, " sono ogni giorno frequentati da i mercatanti Fiorentini, Genovesi, Milanesi, Spagnuoli, Turchi, e d'altre nationi diverse del mondo, i quali vi concorrono in tanta copia, che questa piazza è annoverata fra le prime dell' universo." It was there that the Christian held discourse with the Jew; and Shylock refers to it when he says: "Signor Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me—” "Andiamo a Rialto"-" L'ora di Rialto "-were on every tongue; and continue so to the present day, as we learn from the comedies of Goldoni, and particularly from his Mercanti There is a place adjoining, called Rialto Nuovo; and so called, according to Sansovino, "perchè fù fabbricato dopo il vecchio." 1 The Council of Ten and the Giunta, "nel quale," says Sanuto, "fù messer lo doge." The Giunta at the first examination consisted of ten Patricians, at the last of twenty. This story and the tragedy of the Two Foscari were published, within a few days of each other, in November 1821. Half withdrawn, A little to the left, sits one in crimson, A venerable man, fourscore and five. Cold drops of sweat stand on his furrowed brow. His hands are clenched; his eyes half shut and glazed; His shrunk and withered limbs rigid as marble. 'Tis FOSCARI, the Doge. And there is one, If proofs they be, were in the lion's mouth Dropt by some hand unseen; and he, himself, Suffering the Question. Twice to die in peace, To save, while yet he could, a falling House, To lay aside the Crown, and they refused, Once again The screw is turned; and, as it turns, the Son Looks up, and, in a faint and broken tone, Murmurs "My Father!" The old man shrinks back, And in his mantle muffles up his face. "Art thou not guilty?" says a voice, that once Groans are confessions; Patience, Fortitude, Starting as from some wild and uncouth dream, All followed; at whose nuptials, when he won Numbers eight Doges-to convey her home, But now he comes, convicted of a crime Brooding on what he had been, what he was, 'Twas more than he could bear. His longing fits If but to die, in his despair he writes 1 She was a Contarini; a name coeval with the Republic, and illustrated by eight Doges. On the occasion of their marriage the Bùcentaur came out in its splendour; and a bridge of boats was thrown across the Canal Grande for the Bridegroom and his retinue of three hundred horse. Sanuto dwells with pleasure on the costliness of the dresses and the magnificence of the processions by land and water. The tournaments in the Place of St. Mark lasted three days, and were attended by thirty thousand people. A letter to the sovereign prince of MILAN, And drops it to be found.-"Would ye know all? He is condemned To go ere set of sun, go whence he came, In a hall Open and crowded by the common herd, One so long lost, one who for them had braved, For them had sought—death, and yet worse than death! 1 Francesco Sforza. His father, when at work in the field, was accosted by some soldiers and asked if he would enlist. "Let me throw my mattock on that oak," he replied; "and if it remains there, I will." It remained there; and the peasant, regarding it as a sign, enlisted. He became soldier, general, prince; and his grandson, in the palace at Milan, said to Paulus Jovius, “You behold these guards and this grandeur. I owe everything to the branch of an oak, the branch that held my grandfather's mattock." 2 It was a high crime to solicit the intercession of any foreign prince. |