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crime: and hence the custom in Venice, a custom that long prevailed, for a cryer to cry out in the Court before a sentence was passed, “Ricordatevi del povero MARCOLINI!*
Great indeed was the lamentation throughout the City; and the Judge, dying, directed that ther.ceforth and for ever a Mass should be sung every night in a chapel of the Ducal Church for his own soul and the soul of MARCOLINI and the souls of all who had suffered by an unjust judgment. Some land on the Brenta was left by him for the purpose: and still is the Mass sung in the chapel; still every night, when the great square is illuminating and the casinos are filling fast with the gay and the dissipated, a bell is rung as for a service, and a ray of light seen to issue from a small gothic window that looks toward the place of execution, the place where on a scaffold MARCOLINI breathed his last.
* Remember the poor Marcolini!
Three leagues from PADUA stands and long has stood
* 'I visited once more,' says Alfieri, “the tomb of our
From distant countries, from the north, the south,
Twelve years ago,
master in love, the divine Petrarch; and there, as at Ravenna, consecrated a day to meditation and verse.'
He visited also the house; and in the Album there wrote a sonnet worthy of Petrarch himself.
“O Cameretta, che già in te chiudesti
Alfieri took great pleasure in what he called his poetical pilgrimages. At the birth-place and the grave of Tasso he was often to be found; and in the library at Ferrara he has left this memorial of himself on a blank leaf of the Orlando Furioso : • VITTORIO Alfieri vide e venerò. 18 giugno, 1783.'
* The Côte Rotie, the Hermitage, &c.
Urged by the love of home-Twelve years ago,
* This village, says Boccaccio, hitherto almost unknown even at Padua, is soon to become famous through the World; and the sailor on the Adriatic will prostrate himself, when he discovers the Euganean hills. . Among them,' will he say, 'sleeps the Poet who is our glory. Ah, unhappy Florence! You neglected him—You deserved him not.'
+ 'I have built, among the Euganean hills, a small house,
Among the hills, a glimpse of busy life
Peace to this region! Peace to each, to all!
decent and proper; in which I hope to pass the rest of my days, thinking always of my dead or absent friends. Among those still living, was Boccaccio; who is thus mentioned by him in his Will. "To Don Giovanni of Certaldo, for a winter-gown at his evening-studies, I leave tifty golden florins; truly little enough for so great a man.'
When the Venetians over-ran the country, Petrarch prepared for flight. "Write your name over your door,' said one of his friends, and you will be safe.'—'I am not so sure of that,' replied Petrarch, and fled with his books to Padua. His books he left to the Republic of Venice, laying, as it were, a foundation for the library of St. Mark; but they exist no longer. His legacy to his friend Francis Carrara the Elder, a Madonna painted by Giotto, is still preserved in the cathedral of Padua.