Y. ce, but to the last all embossed d by the rings nd festival-time cal was the day at the ninth hour, widowhood, ceress, flung is, and rich, light, ll she knew I watched; in her breast assed by, bili di Loggia." Clad for the nuptial rite, she smiled and said, "This had I treasured up in secret for thee : At the bridge-foot; and hence a world of woe! 1 Giovanni Buondelmonte was on the point of marrying an A widow of the Donati family made him break his engagement in the described. The Amidei washed away the affront with his blood, attac G. Villani, at the foot of the Ponte Vecchio, as he was coming leisur white mantle on his white palfrey; and hence many years of slaugh "O Buondelmonte, quanto mal fuggisti Le nozze sue, per gli altrui conforti."-DANTE. 2 The story is Bolognese, and is told by Cherubino Ghiradacci in Bologna. Her lover was of the Guelphic party, her brothers of t and no sooner was this act of violence made known than an enmit half suppressed, broke out into open war. The Great Place was a and bloodshed for forty successive days; nor was a reconciliation till six years afterwards, when the families and their adherents again, and exchanged the kiss of peace before the Cardinal Legat families of Florence had already done in the Place of S. Maria N house on the occasion was hung with tapestry and garlands of flow Nor from thy trance of fear awaked, as night Yet, when Slavery came, Worse followed. Genius, Valour left the land, Done in broad day and more than half redeemed By many a great and generous sacrifice Of self to others, came the unpledged bowl, The stab of the stiletto. Gliding by A swarthy cheek, black brow, and eye of flame, Where he within brewed poisons swift and slow, A nosegay or a letter; while the Great Drank only from the Venice-glass, that broke, 1 The Saracens had introduced among them the practice of poison daggers. As in those of Cosmo I. and his son, Francis.-SISMONDI, xvi. 205. ince of fear awaked, as right got to wish thee dead, Mood, to search, to find, wa to catch a word, a look, u calit (alas! thou couldst not unthought of-from the wound Yet, when Slavery came, Genius, Valour left the land, had from age to age me the unpledged bowl brow, and eye of flame, s some averred) ank off, or, if pursued, ong the worshippers things seemed poisonous, a hand held out glass, that broke, cis.-SISMONDI, xvi. 205. If aught malignant, aught of thine was there, That clouded though the vehicle of death Happy then Speaks in no louder), "Pass not on. That door Leads to another which awaits thy coming, One in the floor-now left, alas! unlocked." No eye detects it-lying under foot, Just as thou enterest, at the threshold stone; In that Evil Hour, With his wild lay-there, where the Sun descends, And hill and dale are lost, veiled with his beams, The fair Venetian died, she and her lord ! Died of a posset drugged by him who sate A gasp in death, are heard yet in Cerreto, : 1 Caffaggiolo, the favourite retreat of Cosmo, "the father of his cour Eleonora di Toledo was stabbed there on the 11th of July, 1576, by her hus Pietro de' Medici; and only five days afterwards, on the 16th of the same m Isabella de' Medici was strangled by hers, Paolo Giordano Orsini, at his vi Cerreto. They were at Florence, when they were sent for, each in her Isabella under the pretext of a hunting party; and each in her turn went to Isabella was one of the most beautiful and accomplished women of the In the Latin, French, and Spanish languages she spoke not only with fluenc elegance and in her own she excelled as an Improvisatrice, accompanying 1 on the lute. On her arrival at dusk, Paolo presented her with two bea greyhounds, that she might make a trial of their speed in the morning; a supper he was gay beyond measure. When he retired, he sent for her in apartment; and, pressing her tenderly to his bosom, slipped a cord roun neck. She was buried in Florence with great pomp; but at her burial Varchi, the crime divulged itself. Her face was black on the bier. Eleonora appears to have had a presentiment of her fate. She went required; but, before she set out, took leave of her son, then a child; we long and bitterly over him. 2 I have here endeavoured to describe an Italian sunset as I have often se The conclusion is borrowed from that celebrated passage in Dante, "Er l'ora," &c. ged by him who sate ng back the charge; murdered-Sobs of grief, ..suddenly stopt, le and a gasp, ard vet in Cerreto, and staircases, at the self-same hour, te the inmost soul, mes from Pietra Mala: e days and less, slain cruelly, th the fatal noose. we saw but now, Cosmo, "the father of his country." The 11th of July, 1576, by her husband, vards, on the 16th of the same month, Paolo Giordano Orsini, at his villa of ey were sent for, each in her turn, e retired, he sent for her into his bosom, slipped a cord round her nt of her fate. She went when |