Page 259, line 1.

'What hangs behind that curtain?'

This story, if a story it may be called, is fictitious; and I have done little more than give it as I received it.

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How oft, where now we rode

Every reader of Spanish poetry is acquainted with that affecting romance of Gongora,

"Amarrado al duro banco," &c.

Lord Holland has translated it in his excellent Life of Lope de Vega.

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This house was ANDREA DORIA'S.

There is a custom on the Continent well worthy of notice. In Boulogne we read as we ramble through it, 'Ici est mort l'Auteur de Gil Blas ;' in Rouen, ‘Ici est né Pierre Corneille;' in Geneva, 'Ici est né JeanJacques Rousseau:' and in Dijon there is the Maison Bossuet; in Paris, the Quai Voltaire. Very rare are

such memorials among us; and yet, wherever we met with them, in whatever country they were or of whatever age, we should surely say that they were evidences of refinement and sensibility in the people. The house

of Pindar was spared

when temple and tower

Went to the ground;

and its ruins were held sacred to the last.

According

to Pausanias, they were still to be seen in the second

century.

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And what transcends them all, a noble action.

After line 18 in the MS.

What though his ancestors, early or late,
Were not ennobled by the breath of kings;
Yet in his veins was running at his birth
The blood of those most eminent of old

For wisdom, virtue-those who could renounce
The things of this world for their conscience-sake,
And die like blessed martyrs.

Alfonso Piccolomini the ban- Arno, the vale of, 133.

Bianca Capello, her story, Carmagnola, F. B. 71.