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NINEVEH. great poet ended his days. One there had been, who, if still living, would have We stood at evening on the Asian plain given him shelter and protection. But And looked across the waste where Nineveh the chivalrous, kind-hearted Sidney was And pondered o'er the peoples of the land,
Stood glorified amid her rivers once, no more. Spenser's nervous system was utterly crushed by the shock of his burn- Long fallen amid the shadows of the past,
Long faded from the memory of time. ing house and perishing child. He sunk and sunk. It is even said that circum Around us stretched the plain-a grassy stances of peculiar penury and distress disk, attended his last days. Ben Jonson re-Spotted with lowly hills and shapeless mounds, lates that the poet “died for lack of That held entombed the dust of centuries. bread in King-street, and refused twen- Along the river side in dusky groups ty pieces sent to him by my Lord of The smoke of evening fires, and on the wind
The Arab tents were huddled, whence arose Essex, and said he was sorrie he had no Came the low neigh of horses feeding near; time to spend them. ' " This statement, | But other sounds was none. Ages had fled however, appears improbable. Spenser Since aught save the wild cry of wandering was at the height of an acknowledged
horde fame; he had his pension of fifty pounds Or eagle, type of victory in old time, a year-equal to five or six times that Startled the sullen solitude. At length, amount at present—and he was surround- Wearied with fancies born of the dim scene, ed by rich and influential friends. Never. While swooned a-near the tent the low night
We laid us on the matted floor to sleep ; theless, an able writer is probably correct wind, in saying, " Whether we adopt the ver- As though it murmured tongueless legends sion of Camden, or Jonson, or Fuller, as o'er, to the circumstances of Spenser's death, Waiting but an interpreter to fill we can arrive at nothing but gloom and The soul with wonders. Ere we sunk to rest, sadness." Let us hope that those divine We gazed upon the setting orb, whose light words might be true of him: “ Blessed
Shone slantly o'er the blackness of the place; are they that mourn : for they shall be Their glories to the plain; vanished were all
She only was unchanged of all that gave comforted."
The golden-vaulted chambers of the kings; It was determined that he should be The temples full of incense and of song, buried in Westminster Abbey. This The stirring incidents of ages, when had been his own desire. He had also The shawled Assyrian, charioted and armed, wished to rest close by the tomb of Chau- Dashed through the dust of battle—all was cer. This was accordingly the place of
dust, interment. The funeral was attended by Watching the world from her eternity.
And spirit-like she only hovered near, poets, according to Camden ; who adds, that " mournful elegies and poems, with Then, ere the soul was dipped in sleep, the pens that wrote them, were thrown there rose into the tomb.” A monument was erect. The wish, to view the splendors of the past; ed to his memory at the expense of the And looking on that sphere immutableunfortunate Earl of Essex. It is proba. “Oh, Moon,” we said, “ that gazest o'er the bly familiar to many of our readers ; and
Shine through our dream and light the vanwithin the Abbey's solemn and tender gloom none other is invested with a great. Which thou hast looked upon along this land, er degree of interest and pathos. We Since the dusk tribes, wandering the desert recall the words of the inscription : o'er,
Reared their rude tents beneath the azure air The booted warrior and the sandalled priest, Lured by the freshness of the streams; and And many a long amasculated train, then,
Cunning and cold; while troops, bearded and As years rolled on and temples rose with armed them,
With shield and spear and ponderous battleTo many a god, and many an armed tower
axe, Looked o'er dominion widening more and In brassy glitter, followed the victor's wheels.
more, The wandering nations flocked from distant Still moving with the moving cavalcade, climes,
l'pon a templed height we stood, and viewed And through the East and deep into the The gloried space around. Across the land South,
A river floated, like a stream from the sun, As from some golden gong at sunrise swung, And branched afar its golden tributaries Sounded the name of Nineveh."
By breadths of summer gardens and by Awhile
bowers. Our spirit, lost to earth, floated along, Along the marble quays that flanked its sides Enveloped in the folds of phantom clouds, Full many a fountain spouted amid heaps And sightless in the hollow life of night; Of colored fruits and bales of merchandise; But soon the distance cleared as with a dawn, While painted barges floated on its wave, And wonder light sudden before us glowed Heavy with riches from Arabian shores, The mighty orient capital. It stood
And islands in the sumptuous Indian seas. High in the sunset heavens, a gloried pile, Beneath us all the city seemed alive, With massy walls and mighty gateway As with the impulse of one joy, that spread towers,
Like light around it, and the brazen trump And broad courts open to the fiery sun, Stormed triumphing around its skyey towers, Gardens and shrines and skyey pyramids. As we approached a mighty temple porch, l'pon the marble terraces, that looked Whose walls colossal crowned a height; it High o'er the river floating to the West,
stood Lay many a group in festal attitude, Armed with twin effigies of power, huge forms, Lulled by the tonings breathed from harp and Wide - winged and lion - headed, but which te;
looked And every soul seemed steeped in luxury, Upon the crowd from man's immortal brow. Effeminate as the gentle summer air
Before them bent the passing multitudeThat breathed around the bowers where they Then entered filling the vast halls that yawned reposed;
With chambers like the caverned western Warrior and minstrel, prince and potentate,
clouds. In revel joined, forgetting state, and lapsed Around the walls that soared to roofs of gold, In pleasaunce enervate, as though the clime The mystic learning of the ancient time. Infused with magic elements transformed Was graven, as with the gloomy hand of The soldier, once the terror of the van,
death, Into the smooth and ringleted Sybarite. Prophetic type, symbol inscrutable The trees drooped heavy with perfume, and And legend long traditioned, though the
learned, A fountain playing in the rising moon, From hours when man and angel trod the A dusk-faced lyrist shook from out the strings earth, Of a small lute a shower of melody.
Lay in the silence of unspoken tongues; Forward we passed amid the shadowing Far off
, the altar shone amid the priests, streets,
While high above them in mid-air looked And saw the people tread the round of life
down Mid sacred ceremonials, luxuries
Dark idols with a star upon each brow. That steeped the soul in sense charioted Beneath an opening in the cedared roof, trains
Whence fell a burst of sunlight, the great With conquest crowned and sacrificial pomp. King The hour seemed one of victory; from afar, Stood with unsheathed sword; the altars A vanquished host moved slow with down
flamed cast brows
With incense and the chants of victory rose And shoulders bent with many a treasure vase From white-robed trains of priests and chorToward a great temple door that gleamed
Around them spread the trophies of the war, And followed crowds of cattle, dumbly driven, And by the portals, scribes with reed and And throngs of women huddled in despair,
scroll With garments torn and flying, hurrying on, Sat numbering the slaves and spoils of fight. Moaning in many a tongue their piteous fate. Thus for a space in sacred sacrifice Around the king, upon his chariot throned, And ceremonial gorgeous passed the hours Gathered his captains and his councillors; Till night grew radiant with the summer stars;
FROM THE GERMAN
While o'er the city's tracts, by shrine and built, but not delicate looking ; on the bower,
contrary, the fresh tints of health glowed In scattered tent and pleasaunce chamber,
his cheek. His countenance, notpealed
withstanding a dash of frivolity, which One rich voluptuous song of revelry. was the fashionable failing amongst the
young noblemen of the day, neverthe
less bespoke so much good nature and Bentley's Miscellany.
honesty, that all who knew him intimateCATHARINE CORNAR O. ly could not fail to love him.
Lucio Cornaro possessed the form of
a Hercules, and that vast amount of asPART THE FIRST.
piring ambition, like the daring valor of
his forefathers, which had rendered the I.
republic such signal services. He also On the Sunday before Ascension-day, was handsome, but his features were less in 1472, there stood upon the Rialto, the finely moulded than those of Marco. largest bridge of Venice, and totally The third of this group, Giovanni built of splendid marble, three youths, Anafesto, was not one of nature's faamusing themselves by lively conversa- vorites. His features indicated the blacktion and satirical remarks upon all who ness of his heart. Vice bad early placed were passing by, and upon the persons its odious stamp upon his wan and in the numerous gondolas which crowded wrinkled cheek. "In his eye flashed the the grand canal. Their tasteful and wild glare of sensual desires, and the costly attire, consisting of silk and vel. never-quenching fire of revenge. Those vet, the waving ostrich feathers in their whom he hated, he hated terribly, and hats fastened by sparkling jeweled clasps, for ever. the golden chains to which highly-tem Cornaro and Falieri were friends, for pered daggers, with diamond-studded the latter clung to the former, and was handles, were attached, but, more than all, beloved by him in return, although their their proud bearing, caused them to be fathers cherished in their hearts a secret recognized as nobles, whose fathers could animosity. Falieri's father was Doge, not only command immense wealth, but therefore Anafesto sought his society, who also, as members of the Serenissima and forced himself upon him. Signoria, could influence the weal and The young men found rich materials woe of the republic. They sprang from for their amusement until the arrival of three of the first families of the golden Cornaro's galley, for which they were book, and many of their forefathers, as waiting, and on which they expected a at the time was the case with the father very different occupation. The soft of one of them, had on Ascension-day wind wafted from the sea had cooled the wedded the Adriatic Sea, and borne the air of the unusually hot May day, and ducal crown. Marco Falieri, the son of as divine service had long since ended, the Doge, was one, Lucio Cornaro an. and the canals were swarming with other, and Giovanni Anafesto the third gondolas, and the song of the gondoliers, of the haughty, scoffing trio. Judging and the sweet tones of the guitars were by their intimacy, they appeared to be already audible, a countless mass of hufriends; but if the expression of their man beings streamed backwards and countenances were watched more nar- forwards across the high Rialto, some rowly, in the eyes of one at least there merely hurrying homewards, while othlurked something which by no means ers were intent on business or pleasure. evinced cordiality or good fellowship. The
eyes of the young men rambled now Marco Falieri was a youth of nineteen over the canal, now over the crowd years of age, so handsome that on seeing sweeping past them, and in all directions him, even though he could not boast of the objects to call forth their wit, and butts stature of a hero, one was involuntarily for their bitter satire, presented themreminded of what those must have been selves. If Giovanni Anafesto became who were the originals of the admired too ill natured, Cornaro, who was older sculptures of Grecian antiquity. He than he, enjoined peace and quiet, but to was of the middle height, and slightly no purpose. Common people and nobles,
men and women, all received their by “ Your mother was a beautiful no means flattering epithets. And just very beautiful woman !" when there was arising among the peo
His tone of voice had something ple murmurs of dissatisfaction against sneering in it, which smote painfully on the three scoffers, and they overheard Marco's soul, and he fancied that this words of menace, and beheld flashing disagreeable Anafesto was acquainted eyes around them, a loud cannon-shot with a secret which his father had once came booming from the roads that made confided to him. He glanced quickly the very air tremble again.
back, but encountered a face apparently “ Hark!” cried Cornaro; “ that is our open and smiling, bebind him. galley which brings my sister!"
Meanwhile they had reached the laA second report immediately followed; goons. Proudly floated the elegant gal. the young men hastened from the bridge, ley along, with waving flags and pensprang into Cornaro's richly ornamented nons, and beneath a purple canopy three gondola, and glided merrily down the ladies were distinctly to be discerned. canal towards the lagoons. And as they The gondoliers rowed with redoubled thus glided along between the rows of vigor, and the hurrahs of the crew greethouses, and palaces, and ornamented ed the new-comers. gondolas, Cornaro became serious and Lucio quickly gave the captain a sign sad. His sister was all that was left to that he did not wish to be recognized, him; in giving her existence, his be- and, as the galley lay-to, he whispered loved mother had lost her life; therefore into Marco's ear, “Do you first ascend his deeply-afflicted father had sent the its side.” child of sorrow to a sister in Corfu, The ladder of ropes was let down.
where she was brought up. Lucio had Marco stepped upon deck, after him • not seen his sister since her earliest child- came Giovanni, lastly Lucio. The young
hood. But he possessed a portrait of men walked forward, bowing to the her, which he always carried about ladies, who had risen from their Turkwith him, because his father told him isk cushions to greet them. Catharine that it was the most perfect image of his Cornaro cast a searching glance upon departed mother.
the features of the three youths, and Lucio," at length began Marco then, her fair face glowing with blushes, Falieri, “tell me, what is your sister she approached Marco Falieri, offering like, that I may not be confused when I him her hand and her cheek as a welpresent myself to her!”
come, while with a soft, flute-like voice “They say this picture is a striking she greeted him as Lucio. resemblance," replied he, as he offered But Marco blushed as crimson as the the miniature to him. “It was painted damsel herself, and disengaged himself by one named Calopulo, a Greek from from her encircling arms, while he reCyprus, who is doctor and artist, and plied: the gods know what not !"
“Forgive me, dear signora, this is Marco seized it eagerly, and exclaimed, your brother!" after gazing on it with eyes in which his The lady suddenly turned pale ; Lucio whole soul lay :
held out his arms to her, the tears in the " By my patron saint! this is a more eyes of her brother removed her doubt, lovely, angelic face than I have ever seen and she lay weeping upon his breast. in Rome or Florence! And
Fortunately for the embarrassed Cathan inward shudder he added, murmur- arine, her father's bark approached at ing to himself, “I forgive my father for that moment, and she flew to meet her loving that Jessica so madly, if she re- beloved parent. But Giovanni stood sembled this miniature."
there like a statue of envy, while his With eyes eager and longing, such as eyes, with a truly voluptuous expression, those with which Satan may be supposed rested upon Catharine's lovely form, or to gaze up at paradise, Giovanni Ana- rather wandered about, contemplating festo looked over Marco's shoulder at her charming figure. Marco involuntarily Catharine's picture, while he said to laid his hand upon his heart. He felt Lucio, with a strange, malicious side that that moment would influence his glance at Marco:
life, and he murmured to himself, “Oh,
that I may not share your fate, my poor devotion and fervor; words here and father!”
there were audible: II.
“Forgive, forgive, O Creator, the
weakness of human hearts! Judge In the apartment of the palace of St. mercifully, and let the misery suffice Mark, gorgeously decorated with gold, which has fallen upon my gray head, an velvet, and silk, costly furniture, and made me old before my time. Oh, give gay carpets, sat, on the morning of the peace and quiet to my anxious soul !" following day, the Doge Falieri in his With a drooping head, while no sound richly-cushioned arm-chair. His arm escaped him but sighs, he remained for supported his weary head, he looked a time buried in silent prayer. Rapid pale and agitated, and his eyes were steps at length approached; he arose, fixed, with a melancholy, gloomy ex- and listened attentively. pression, upon the miniature of Catha “ That is Marco!” said he. “Now, rine, which a servant in attendance upon Falieri, be a man again !" He seated the Doge had found upon the corridor himself in the arm-chair, to all appearbefore Marco's door. Something ex ance calm ; the doors were thrown open, tremely painful must have excited the and Marco entered, looking very pale, feelings of the silver-haired, although while in an agitated manner he greeted still powerful-looking old man; it was his father. betrayed by the long heavy sigh which “How early you come, Marco," said escaped from his oppressed breast. the father; “ and how pale you look! I
When he had sat awhile thus still, trust that you have not been passing last gazing upon the picture, he arose, and night revelling at the Casinos ?” paced the apartment with quick steps. “Not exactly that, dear father,” reIt seemed as though the past had raised plied the son; “it is something else that its sable curtain, and the soul once more agitates me. I went yesterday with fought through the struggles of earlier Lucio Cornaro to meet his sister, who years.
arrived from Corfu, where her aunt has " Heart, heart!" at length the Doge brought her up. In the gondola Lucio exclaimed, “ wilt thou, after the lapse of showed me his sister's portrait, forgot to twenty years, again disturb the peace ask for it again, and, without thinking, I of my life, that peace acquired with put it in my pocket, and cannot find it, so much difficulty ? Ah, the volcano now that I wish to return it to him.” should have exhausted itself -- passion “ Marco !” began the father, earnestly, and gray hairs ought not to be com- and with a frowning brow, as his voice panions!” He walked more firmly up assumed a tone of severe reproof—“Marand down the saloon. " How could this co! how often have I begged you to portrait have come into Marco's posses. avoid Cornaro's society; how often have sion ?” he asked himself, as he laid his I warned you against these Cornaros, hand upon his brow. “ Cruel fate! who have destroyed the happiness of Shall the woe of the past again electrify your father and have condemned him to the aged sufferer? 'Shall the remem- unspeakable struggles, and innumerable brance of fatal bliss vibrate through him hours of bitterness! And yet you will again like torture ? Jessica! Jessica ! not hearken to the voice of your parent !” on thee the Judge beyond the stars has Forgive me, dear father," answered passed a mild sentence, but on me!- Marco, “if I have overstepped your me !--what fearful punishment will be commands. Lucio attaches himself so my portion when the great Judge pro- unobtrusively and affectionately to me, nounces that terrific word, 'Adulterer !"" bis principles are so sound, so pure, his He buried his face in his ample purple life so blameless, so totally opposite to robe, and sank back in deep thought. the dissolute habits of the rest of the “Alas," sighed he, “I had hoped by a nobles, his feelings so chivalrous, that I blameless life, by severe penitence, to -forgive me if my words shall hurt you have appeased Heaven, but now-now --that I have often thought that, by my -I deeply feel the gravity of my sin !” behavior, I ought to make good an injury He threw himself upon his knees, and which you seem to have done the Corprayed in an under tone with profound | naros.”