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Who little thought of what was yet to come,
son, And closely questioned him. No change betrayed Or guilt or fear. Then Cosmo lifted up The bloody sheet. “Look there! Look there l'he cried. • Blood calls for blood—and from a father's hand ! -Unless thyself wilt save him that sad office. What!' he exclaimed, when, shuddering at the sight, The boy breathed out, “I stood but on my guard.' • Dar'st thou then blacken one who never wronged thee, Who would not set his foot upon a worm ? Yes, thou must die, lest others fall by thee, And thou shouldst be the slayer of us all.' Then from Garzìa's belt he drew the blade, That fatal one which spilt his brother's blood;
some consolation to reflect that their Country did not go unrevenged for the calamities which they had brought upon her. How many of them died by the hands of each other !-See p.
And, kneeling on the ground, Great God !' he cried,
Well might a Youth,*
* De Thou. + The Palazzo Vecchio. Cosmo had left it several years before.
By Vasari, who attended him on this occasion.—Thuanus, de Vitâ suâ, i.
Together, as of Two in bonds of love,
* It was given out that they had died of a contagious fever: and funeral orations were publicly pronounced in their honour.
Alfieri has written a tragedy on the subject; if it may be said so, when he has altered so entirely the story and the characters.
THE CAMPAGNA OF FLORENCE.
'Tis morning. Let us wander through the fields,
* He was the father of modern painting, and the master of Giotto, whose talent he discovered in the way here alluded to.
“ Cimabuè stood still, and, having considered the boy and his work, he asked him, if he would go and live with him at Florence? To which the boy answered that, if his father was willing, he would go with all his heart.”—VASARI.
Of Cimabue little now remains at Florence, except his celebrated Madonna, larger than the life, in Santa Maria Novella. It was painted, according to Vasari, in a garden near Porta S. Piero, and, when finished, was carried to the church in solemn procession with trumpets before it. The garden lay without the walls; and such was the rejoicing there on the occasion, such the feasting, that the suburb received the name of Borgo Allegri, a name it still bears, though now a part of the city.
On ARNO's vale, where the dove-coloured steer
From that small spire, just caught
* Santa Maria Novella. For its grace and beauty it was called by Michael Angelo 'La Sposa.'
+ In the year of the Great Plague. See the Decameron.