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the old hoss looks like blood and out, without further evidence, as bone, and beans into the bargain." the guilty person. So the case was

These irreverent remarks were closed by a few powerful observaapplied to the gentleman who fol- tions addressed to that astonished lowed the beautiful apparition. He magnate. was a tall, old man, with features “Don't answer me !" cried the patrician rather than handsome, angry guest; "it is, as I say, all and an expression well-bred rather owing to your abominable carethan courteous; in carriage upright, lessness." in movement deliberately angular; Beg your pardon, - my lord; clear of complexion, with cold blue every one knows that the table-d'hôte eyes, and slight but emphatic hour—" whiskers; highly collared, amply “Every one, sir, is a very difneckerchiefed ; tightly buttoned-up, ferent person from me and my

, as to his olive frock-coat, - his en- daughter. I know nothing about semble, in a word, recalling the now your table d'hôte, except that I extinct, grand air of the old school. never saw a worse dinner or more His temper was not

in a execrable attendance. I shall resatisfactory condition. He had a port this to the direction, and also grievance, which exploded every about your manner, which is disnow and then in far-reaching frag- tinctly offensive. Go away." ments of angry sentences, and “Beg pardon, my lord ----" which proved to be that he was “Go away, sir! get out of my very late for dinner, but by no fault sight !”—whereupon the man went, of his own; and the difficulty of crestfallen; and the American, rebringing the blame home to the garding the old peer with a curious real delinquent was that which now veneration that could hardly have exercised his mind. Some men- been surpassed on his lordship's nurses of their wrath-cannot be own domain, mutteredsatisfied until they get it into the “Darned if it ain't something to concrete. They can't say, be a lord! A real English lord ! found it !”—they must be able to They all knock under to that. That say, “ Confound him, them, or you!” all - mighty waiter would have The old gentleman was of this laughed at any of your counts or nature, and he was hunting for a barons. Or even a duke. If he personality wherewith to connect spelt himself D-U.C. But the real his grievance. Every one, from his article kicks 'em all about.”

' courier and his daughter's maid, “After all,” smiled his English had, of course, shifted the blame to neighbour, "you see something in some subordinate, so that half the our aristocracy." household were implicated, even the Yes, surr. Something to be hall-porter being entangled in the ashamed of. I see something in affair. Several of these officials were human natur', too. And I'm asbrought up for examination in the hamed of that. Human natur', table-d'hôte room, and a sort of run- surt, is a born toady. I ain't proud ning court of inquiry occupied the of that fact. But that don't preold gentleman in the intervals be- vent me seeing that while it is sich, tween each tepid plat. It ended it ain't a bad thing to be a lord. by the summary conviction of the Like the old crocodile over the way. head - waiter, whose lofty bearing It's better to kick than to be kicked had at once inflamed the spirit of -ain't it? That's sense, I guess. the old gentleman, and pointed him Holloa, waiter! who's the lord ?”

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The waiter didn't know, and was “How very tiresome and stupid!"

' despatched to the bureau to bring said the young lady; " but I darethe required information in writing say it won't happen again, now they

- which being done, the Yankee know you.” read the name, and said

I shall take uncommon good “Wall, I hope Lord Germis- care it does not have a chance of toune's property's big. He wants happening again, for I will leave elbow-room. It would take about the house." four of our parishes, I guess, to let Dear


there is no other him turn in. Without grazing."

hotel." The tedious dinner came to a “ Not on this side ; but two, at close at last, and the company least, at Bellaggio. Now, I propose melted gradually away, to take their to be rowed over there this evening, coffee al fresco while listening to and secure rooms for to-morrow. If the band; or to be rowed about I sent that idiot Stefano, he would upon the lake, in the dreamy twi- be sure to make mistakes. Would light between sunset and moonrise. you care to come? It is a lovely As Cosmo and Tom left the room, evening, and but a short row. Perthey passed close by Lord Germis- haps you are too tired, though ?” toune and his daughter, just as his “Not at all; I should like of all lordship, still unappeased, was re- things to go with you." marking

“Very well : if you are ready in The whole thing is distinctly half an hour, that will do. The monstrous. They have only now moon is nearly full now, brought me these letters and papers, need not hurry. In the meantime which have been awaiting us here I will try to get a cup of coffee outsince yesterday.”



and we


The two friends passed an hour the beautiful communion of the or so lounging by the lake, till the two. Beautiful! There is no word moon began to rise over the hills, in any language good enough, beauand then Cosmo said,

tiful enough, to describe it. The “Behold the hour, and the boat moon must be in love with Como. of Pietro ! Let us hail him, and Fancy-free for all the world besides, get afloat. That little breeze, just the "imperial votaress” must have beginning to arrive from the Enga- bestowed upon that favoured lake dine, is a godsend, after the stifling the solitary passion of her mysteriheat of the day. Let us get right ous heart. Is not this why her out into the middle of the lake, and countenance changes as she passes meet it and make the most of it, and over these enchanted and enchantsee the moon rising. The moon- ing waters? Is not this why the light effects here are superb; and fashion of her beauty there grows there is something in this air that softer, tenderer, dreamier ? Is it makes one appreciative. The moon not for this that there she moves makes poets of us all down here—the with such slow and lingering lanmoon and the lake, between them.” guor, as all those who, with seeing

Cosmo was right. Surely his eyes, have beheld her, will attest? must be a rusty soul that takes no Yes, she is in love with Como; and gleam of radiance and delight from as lovers' faces change at meeting


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the adored, so is she transfigured inevitable stagnation. Not a boat when she looks over the hills that to be seen on the lake save one-a shelter the object of her devotion. large contadino barque laden with Lover-like she comes, making the market-produce, which put off early most of her own charms. Lover-like from Varenna, but soon gave up the she glorifies the beauties of the be- business as hopeless, and lay alī day loved with her idealising light. And at the opening of Lake Lecco, the oh ! most lover-like she moves in motionless cradle of its slumbering that dear presence, slowly, rapt, con- crew. A terribly hot and breathless centrated-piercing with her glances day it had been; so that when the the solemn depths of the enamoured breeze sprang up at sunset, it was lake, which lies gazing up at her, like Nature's sigh of relief after a earnest and silent, needing no voice long ordeal of ennui and fatiguefor a reply; for she can see into as who should say, “Gone at last;" that clear, deep heart, and there be- and then everything awoke and hold the transcript of her pure and was changed after that. The moon holy flame. Though “Adam lost

came up and gave her light. The Paradise - eternal tale !” there darkened eyes of the villas opened have still been left to us—few, in- and sent forth their light. The deed, and far between — scattered spray of the fountains leaped gaily over the face of mother earth, cer- up and caught the moonbeams and tain spots of heavenly beauty and tossed them about, like genii playing repose : Edens, the gates of which with handfuls of diamonds. And no flaming swords nor “watch of the flowers, instead of closing their winged Hydra” guard ; where the petals, like conventional flowers, flowers are not too obviously dis- must have opened them for the first figured by the serpent's trail; where time that day-so sweet became the even the spirit of man, if not divine, night with their breath, so rich with at least possesses some of the calm, all the fragrances of summer. And suave attributes of divinity. Surely from either shore floated tempered Lake Como and its margin are of strains—the sounds of all manner these. The day had been one of sul- of musical instruments; and on the triest heat, and a kind of thundery lake came airy-looking boats, many silence had brooded over the water, gaily illuminated with coloured and over all the country round lamps and torches—all vocal, some about. Closed jalousies had dark- with melodious laughter, some with ened the faces of the beautiful villas the voice of singing. Even the big on the lake. The luxuriant creepers, contadino barque, under way again clothing their terrace-walls, hung with sail and oar, stole picturesquely down limp and dejected, as though and harmoniously along, and the trying to reach the water, and find gentle plash of the oars acted as a coolness or death therein. The pleasant symphony to the well-worn fountains in the gardens seemed to but captivating Neapolitan ditty send up languid and unwilling jets, which the rowers sang to the wordim to the eye, and with no joyous ship and the wooing of the muchmusic for the ear. From Tremezzo to hymned “ Marianina”. Menaggio, from Bellaggio to Varenna, you might have counted the

“ Marianina ! Marianina ! visible population on your fingers—a

Cambia, cambia tuoi pensiere, fewlanguid forms, motionless for the

Non andar coi bersagliere,

Se ti vuoi maritar! most part, or only moving a few un- Se ti vuoi maritar ! willing paces, to subside again into Se ti vuoi maritar !

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Marianina mia ! carina mia !

Du per tutto, Pietro."

a Dammi un bacio o mi fai morir ! " Si, sigmore;and interpreting

Upon these waters bathed in the his instructions to perfection, he dreamy lovelight of the summer subsided into a slow monotonous moon, and into this scene, worthier stroke, and shaped a serpentine of dreamland than the workaday course. world, the two friends put forth, " What fellows these Italians are, with no special object to decide the to be sure !” said Cosmo, as a boatdirection of their little boat, save load of minstrelsy passed at a little only to get into the middle of the distance and filled the air with lake. Once there, the breeze met, strains that seemed to interpret the the point of view reached, Tom very spirit of the hour and scene, Wyedale, who was by no means of “ What an instinctive taste they a contemplative turn, demanded of have ! Your English musician his friend whither he should order would have destroyed everything the boatman to shape his course. here by something horribly jerky Tom, by the by, who erroneously and jigging. But these men have believed himself to know a little woven into their music the moon. Italian, had stipulated that, for light and the orange trees and the

practice' sake, he should be allowed sweetness of orange-blossoms, the on all occasions to act as spokes- bright villas, the pleasant vineyards, man.

the deep woods, the gardens, the “It does not matter," said Cosmo sprightly fountains, the melancholy —“anywhere."

lake, and the happy languid far niente “ That's rather vague.”

that suits a midsummer night.” “ Yes, but vagueness is the very “Holloa ! I say" thing for a night like this, which “ This is the very music of a would be outraged by anything so midsummer night's dream. Titania prosaic as the definite. Tell the old might have been lulled to sleep by man to move vaguely and promiscu- it on that delectable bank of wild ously about."

thyme." “Rather trying to my stock of “Come, Cosmo, this is all very Italian, which is rather for solid, hard upon me.” than fancy, purposes. Avanti, Pie- “Yes, to be sure, my dear feltro !”

low; a thousand apologies ! I was Si, signore,cried the old boat- thinking aloud. Pearls are an ofman, plunging his oars with alacrity fence to swine. I'll change the into the water, and heading away subject." for Bellaggio at racing-pace.

" It strikes me—all this is very “Too fast—too fast," cried Cos- fine, of course,—but it strikes me mo. “The old rascal is thinking that this same sentiment of yours is of that wine-shop under the colon- rather of a sensual kind. I'll call nade. He has arranged our pro- it sensuous, if you like. You're a gramme and his own. We are to

sensuous fellow, Cosmo—that's the hang about and listen to the Bellagian word.” band for an hour, while he devotes “Well, I don't object. I quite himself to the dismal wine of the believe that the great thing in life, country and that mysterious game so as to get the most out of it, is to of fingers. Stop, stop!”

be thoroughly adaptive; in a scene Fermatevi, Pietro !" cried Tom; like this to be able to be sensuous,' whither?

-a sybarite, if you please, without "Everywhere."

prejudice to my being metaphysical,

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spiritual, stoical, realistic, positive, but a unique original-different aland practical-each on the fitting together from any of his other Maoccasion. There is a time for all donnas, yet authentic, and of extrathings. A one-sided man must be ordinary beauty and grace. The constantly out of tune with his sur- moment I saw this young lady I was roundings. Life has many reminded of it. It is my beau-ideal phases, and such incessant changes. of female loveliness. When I first Therefore, to-night, let me be sensu- saw the picture I was reminded of ous-if you please."

the verse“A versatile man never comes to

“The star-like beauty of immortal eyes." anything."

“An old parrot-cry-and not When I have thought of the picture, true; but even if it were true, he I have always thought of the phrase. would come to nothing, happily- To-night I have seen the conception and happiness is the summum bonum of the painter realised; and in of my to-night's philosophy, which mortal eyes I have beheld the staralso forbids me to indulge in prosy like beauty of which the poet speculation; so don't go on with it, dreamed." you Philistine !"

“My dear Cosmo, this is a very “ You began it.”

desperate state of things. You “ Argument of any sort is also must really take more exercise, and impossible, or I would deny it." get up early in the morning.

“Well, philosophy or not philo- have been suspecting for some time sophy, it is very jolly out on the that there is a slight tendency to lake to-night. I wonder what that hepatitis. Do you remember poor pretty girl thinks of it! also, I Oliver Lee? He died of it, you wonder if her papa has got over the know, and was really comforted for coldness of the soup and the luke- his mortal sickness by its big name. warmness of the attendance !" He insisted on it always, and was

“Pretty ? do you call her pretty?continually checking off his symp“Yes, I do, most emphatically. toms clouded vision, morbid What ! you don't mean to say that fancies, loss of appetite, noises in you don't admire her?”

the head, insomnia,' &c. These “No, I mean to say nothing of were some of them; and I do think, the sort—but pretty | How like Cosmo, that the vision must be you that is, Tom! I would not in- clouded and the fancy morbid which sult beauty of that type by calling transforms the beauté de diable into its possessor pretty. There is an divine loveliness.” elevation, a soul, a purity in her Beauté de diable! I suppose beauty that I have seldom, if ever, you think you've achieved a neat seen before, in a human face. I antithesis, but you're wrong; for beknow a picture for which she might tween the beauté de diable and have sat. I have not seen it for divine beauty there is the same conyears, but it has always haunted me. nection as there is between the Is is, or was, in an obscure little beauty of innocence and the beauty Italian village perched away up in of holiness.” the hills above the Riviera. Some Oh, this is terrible! Pray be old cardinal, who was born there, sensuous again; it's better than left it with the rest of his collection being metaphysical after a tableto his native place. It is a Madon- d'hôte dinner. I suppose, then, you na, by Sasso Ferrato; not a replica have fallen in love with the Maof any of his well-known pictures, donna at first sight ?”

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