CHAPTER VI

My Grandmother's Death and Its Consequences I Lose M. de Malipiero's

Friendship--I Have No Longer a Home--La Tintoretta--I Am Sent to a

Clerical Seminary--I Am Expelled From It, and Confined in a Fortress

During supper the conversation turned altogether upon the storm, and the

official, who knew the weakness of his wife, told me that he was quite

certain I would never travel with her again. "Nor I with him," his wife

remarked, "for, in his fearful impiety, he exorcised the lightning with

jokes."

Henceforth she avoided me so skilfully that I never could contrive

another interview with her.

When I returned to Venice I found my grandmother ill, and I had to change

all my habits, for I loved her too dearly not to surround her with every

care and attention; I never left her until she had breathed her last. She

was unable to leave me anything, for during her life she had given me all

she could, and her death compelled me to adopt an entirely different mode

of life.

A month after her death, I received a letter from my mother informing me

that, as there was no probability of her return to Venice, she had

determined to give up the house, the rent of which she was still paying,

that she had communicated her intention to the Abbe Grimani, and that I

was to be guided entirely by his advice.

He was instructed to sell the furniture, and to place me, as well as my

brothers and my sister, in a good boarding-house. I called upon Grimani

to assure him of my perfect disposition to obey his commands.

The rent of the house had been paid until the end of the year; but, as I

was aware that the furniture would be sold on the expiration of the term,

I placed my wants under no restraint. I had already sold some linen, most

of the china, and several tapestries; I now began to dispose of the

mirrors, beds, etc. I had no doubt that my conduct would be severely

blamed, but I knew likewise that it was my father's inheritance, to which

my mother had no claim whatever, and, as to my brothers, there was plenty

of time before any explanation could take place between us.

Four months afterwards I had a second letter from my mother, dated from

Warsaw, and enclosing another. Here is the translation of my mother's

letter:

"My dear son, I have made here the acquaintance of a learned Minim friar,

a Calabrian by birth, whose great qualities have made me think of you

every time he has honoured me with a visit. A year ago I told him that I

had a son who was preparing himself for the Church, but that I had not

the means of keeping him during his studies, and he promised that my son

would become his own child, if I could obtain for him from the queen a

bishopric in his native country, and he added that it would be very easy

to succeed if I could induce the sovereign to recommend him to her

daughter, the queen of Naples.

"Full of trust in the Almighty, I threw myself at the feet of her

majesty, who granted me her gracious protection. She wrote to her

daughter, and the worthy friar has been appointed by the Pope to the

bishopric of Monterano. Faithful to his promise, the good bishop will

take you with him about the middle of next year, as he passes through

Venice to reach Calabria. He informs you himself of his intentions in the

enclosed letter. Answer him immediately, my dear son, and forward your

letter to me; I will deliver it to the bishop. He will pave your way to

the highest dignities of the Church, and you may imagine my consolation

if, in some twenty or thirty years, I had the happiness of seeing you a

bishop, at least! Until his arrival, M. Grimani will take care of you. I

give you my blessing, and I am, my dear child, etc., etc."

The bishop's letter was written in Latin, and was only a repetition of my

mother's. It was full of unction, and informed me that he would tarry but

three days in Venice.

I answered according to my mother's wishes, but those two letters had

turned my brain. I looked upon my fortune as made. I longed to enter the

road which was to lead me to it, and I congratulated myself that I could

leave my country without any regret. Farewell, Venice, I exclaimed; the

days for vanity are gone by, and in the future I will only think of a

great, of a substantial career! M. Grimani congratulated me warmly on my

good luck, and promised all his friendly care to secure a good

boarding-house, to which I would go at the beginning of the year, and

where I would wait for the bishop's arrival.

M. de Malipiero, who in his own way had great wisdom, and who saw that in

Venice I was plunging headlong into pleasures and dissipation, and was

only wasting a precious time, was delighted to see me on the eve of going

somewhere else to fulfil my destiny, and much pleased with my ready

acceptance of those new circumstances in my life. He read me a lesson

which I have never forgotten. "The famous precept of the Stoic

philosophers," he said to me, "'Sequere Deum', can be perfectly explained

by these words: 'Give yourself up to whatever fate offers to you,

provided you do not feel an invincible repugnance to accept it.'" He

added that it was the genius of Socrates, 'saepe revocans, raro

impellens'; and that it was the origin of the 'fata viam inveniunt' of

the same philosophers.

M. de Malipiero's science was embodied in that very lesson, for he had

obtained his knowledge by the study of only one book--the book of man.

However, as if it were to give me the proof that perfection does not

exist, and that there is a bad side as well as a good one to everything,

a certain adventure happened to me a month afterwards which, although I

was following his own maxims, cost me the loss of his friendship, and

which certainly did not teach me anything.

The senator fancied that he could trace upon the physiognomy of young

people certain signs which marked them out as the special favourites of

fortune. When he imagined that he had discovered those signs upon any

individual, he would take him in hand and instruct him how to assist

fortune by good and wise principles; and he used to say, with a great

deal of truth, that a good remedy would turn into poison in the hands of

a fool, but that poison is a good remedy when administered by a learned

man. He had, in my time, three favourites in whose education he took

great pains. They were, besides myself, Therese Imer, with whom the

reader has a slight acquaintance already, and the third was the daughter

of the boatman Gardela, a girl three years younger than I, who had the

prettiest and most fascinating countenance. The speculative old man, in

order to assist fortune in her particular case, made her learn dancing,

for, he would say, the ball cannot reach the pocket unless someone pushes

it. This girl made a great reputation at Stuttgard under the name of

Augusta. She was the favourite mistress of the Duke of Wurtemburg in

1757. She was a most charming woman. The last time I saw her she was in

Venice, and she died two years afterwards. Her husband, Michel de

l'Agata, poisoned himself a short time after her death.

One day we had all three dined with him, and after dinner the senator

left us, as was his wont, to enjoy his siesta; the little Gardela, having

a dancing lesson to take, went away soon after him, and I found myself

alone with Therese, whom I rather admired, although I had never made love

to her. We were sitting down at a table very near each other, with our

backs to the door of the room in which we thought our patron fast asleep,

and somehow or other we took a fancy to examine into the difference of

conformation between a girl and a boy; but at the most interesting part

of our study a violent blow on my shoulders from a stick, followed by

another, and which would have been itself followed by many more if I had

not ran away, compelled us to abandon our interesting investigation

unfinished. I got off without hat or cloak, and went home; but in less

than a quarter of an hour the old housekeeper of the senator brought my

clothes with a letter which contained a command never to present myself

again at the mansion of his excellency. I immediately wrote him an answer

in the following terms: "You have struck me while you were the slave of

your anger; you cannot therefore boast of having given me a lesson, and I

have not learned anything. To forgive you I must forget that you are a

man of great wisdom, and I can never forget it."

This nobleman was perhaps quite right not to be pleased with the sight we

gave him; yet, with all his prudence, he proved himself very unwise, for

all the servants were acquainted with the cause of my exile, and, of

course, the adventure was soon known through the city, and was received

with great merriment. He dared not address any reproaches to Therese, as

I heard from her soon after, but she could not venture to entreat him to

pardon me.

The time to leave my father's house was drawing near, and one fine

morning I received the visit of a man about forty years old, with a black

wig, a scarlet cloak, and a very swarthy complexion, who handed me a

letter from M. Grimani, ordering me to consign to the bearer all the

furniture of the house according to the inventory, a copy of which was in

my possession. Taking the inventory in my hand, I pointed out every

article marked down, except when the said article, having through my

instrumentality taken an airing out of the house, happened to be missing,

and whenever any article was absent I said that I had not the slightest

idea where it might be. But the uncouth fellow, taking a very high tone,

said loudly that he must know what I had done with the furniture. His

manner being very disagreeable to me, I answered that I had nothing to do

with him, and as he still raised his voice I advised him to take himself

off as quickly as possible, and I gave him that piece of advice in such a

way as to prove to him that, at home, I knew I was the more powerful of

the two.

Feeling it my duty to give information to M. Grimani of what had just

taken place, I called upon him as soon as he was up, but I found that my

man was already there, and that he had given his own account of the

affair. The abbe, after a very severe lecture to which I had to listen in

silence, ordered me to render an account of all the missing articles. I

answered that I had found myself under the necessity of selling them to

avoid running into debt. This confession threw him in a violent passion;

he called me a rascal, said that those things did not belong to me, that

he knew what he had to do, and he commanded me to leave his house on the

very instant.

Mad with rage, I ran for a Jew, to whom I wanted to sell what remained of

the furniture, but when I returned to my house I found a bailiff waiting

at the door, and he handed me a summons. I looked over it and perceived

that it was issued at the instance of Antonio Razetta. It was the name of

the fellow with the swarthy countenance. The seals were already affixed

on all the doors, and I was not even allowed to go to my room, for a

keeper had been left there by the bailiff. I lost no time, and called

upon M. Rosa, to whom I related all the circumstances. After reading the

summons he said,

"The seals shall be removed to-morrow morning, and in the meantime I

shall summon Razetta before the avogador. But to-night, my dear friend,"

he added, "you must beg the hospitality of some one of your

acquaintances. It has been a violent proceeding, but you shall be paid

handsomely for it; the man is evidently acting under M. Grimani's

orders."

"Well, that is their business."

I spent the night with Nanette and Marton, and on the following morning,

the seals having been taken off, I took possession of my dwelling.

Razetta did not appear before the 'avogador', and M. Rosa summoned him in

my name before the criminal court, and obtained against him a writ of

'capias' in case he should not obey the second summons. On the third day

M. Grimani wrote to me, commanding me to call upon him. I went

immediately. As soon as I was in his presence he enquired abruptly what

my intentions were.

"I intend to shield myself from your violent proceedings under the

protection of the law, and to defend myself against a man with whom I

ought never to have had any connection, and who has compelled me to pass

the night in a disreputable place."

"In a disreputable place?"

"Of course. Why was I, against all right and justice, prevented from

entering my own dwelling?"

"You have possession of it now. But you must go to your lawyer and tell

him to suspend all proceedings against Razetta, who has done nothing but

under my instructions. I suspected that your intention was to sell the

rest of the furniture; I have prevented it. There is a room at your

disposal at St. Chrysostom's, in a house of mine, the first floor of

which is occupied by La Tintoretta, our first opera dancer. Send all your

things there, and come and dine with me every day. Your sister and your

brothers have been provided with a comfortable home; therefore,

everything is now arranged for the best."

I called at once upon M. Rosa, to whom I explained all that had taken

place, and his advice being to give way to M. Grimani's wishes, I

determined to follow it. Besides, the arrangement offered the best

satisfaction I could obtain, as to be a guest at his dinner table was an

honour for me. I was likewise full of curiosity respecting my new lodging

under the same roof with La Tintoretta, who was much talked of, owing to

a certain Prince of Waldeck who was extravagantly generous with her.

The bishop was expected in the course of the summer; I had, therefore,

only six months more to wait in Venice before taking the road which would

lead me, perhaps, to the throne of Saint Peter: everything in the future

assumed in my eyes the brightest hue, and my imagination revelled amongst

the most radiant beams of sunshine; my castles in the air were indeed

most beautiful.

I dined the same day with M. Grimani, and I found myself seated next to

Razetta--an unpleasant neighbour, but I took no notice of him. When the

meal was over, I paid a last visit to my beautiful house in

Saint-Samuel's parish, and sent all I possessed in a gondola to my new

lodging.

I did not know Signora Tintoretta, but I was well acquainted with her

reputation, character and manners. She was but a poor dancer, neither

handsome nor plain, but a woman of wit and intellect. Prince Waldeck

spent a great deal for her, and yet he did not prevent her from retaining

the titulary protection of a noble Venetian of the Lin family, now

extinct, a man about sixty years of age, who was her visitor at every

hour of the day. This nobleman, who knew me, came to my room towards the

evening, with the compliments of the lady, who, he added, was delighted

to have me in her house, and would be pleased to receive me in her

intimate circle.

To excuse myself for not having been the first to pay my respects to the

signora, I told M. Lin that I did not know she was my neighbour, that M.

Grimani had not mentioned the circumstance, otherwise I would have paid

my duties to her before taking possession of my lodging. After this

apology I followed the ambassador, he presented me to his mistress, and

the acquaintance was made.

She received me like a princess, took off her glove before giving me her

hand to kiss, mentioned my name before five or six strangers who were

present, and whose names she gave me, and invited me to take a seat near

her. As she was a native of Venice, I thought it was absurd for her to

speak French to me, and I told her that I was not acquainted with that

language, and would feel grateful if she would converse in Italian. She

was surprised at my not speaking French, and said I would cut but a poor

figure in her drawing-room, as they seldom spoke any other language

there, because she received a great many foreigners. I promised to learn

French. Prince Waldeck came in during the evening; I was introduced to

him, and he gave me a very friendly welcome. He could speak Italian very

well, and during the carnival he chewed me great kindness. He presented

me with a gold snuffbox as a reward for a very poor sonnet which I had

written for his dear Grizellini. This was her family name; she was called

Tintoretta because her father had been a dyer.

The Tintoretta had greater claims than Juliette to the admiration of

sensible men. She loved poetry, and if it had not been that I was

expecting the bishop, I would have fallen in love with her. She was

herself smitten with a young physician of great merit, named Righelini,

who died in the prime of life, and whom I still regret. I shall have to

mention him in another part of my Memoirs.

Towards the end of the carnival, my mother wrote to M. Grimani that it

would be a great shame if the bishop found me under the roof of an opera

dancer, and he made up his mind to lodge me in a respectable and decent

place. He took the Abbe Tosello into consultation, and the two gentlemen

thought that the best thing they could do for me would be to send me to a

clerical seminary. They arranged everything unknown to me, and the abbe

undertook to inform me of their plan and to obtain from me a gracious

consent. But when I heard him speak with beautiful flowers of rhetoric

for the purpose of gilding the bitter pill, I could not help bursting

into a joyous laughter, and I astounded his reverence when I expressed my

readiness to go anywhere he might think right to send me.

The plan of the two worthy gentlemen was absurd, for at the age of

seventeen, and with a nature like mine, the idea of placing me in a

seminary ought never to have been entertained, but ever a faithful

disciple of Socrates, feeling no unconquerable reluctance, and the plan,

on the contrary, appearing to me rather a good joke, I not only gave a

ready consent, but I even longed to enter the seminary. I told M. Grimani

I was prepared to accept anything, provided Razetta had nothing to do

with it. He gave me his promise, but he did not keep it when I left the

seminary. I have never been able to decide whether this Grimani was kind

because he was a fool, or whether his stupidity was the result of his

kindness, but all his brothers were the same. The worst trick that Dame

Fortune can play upon an intelligent young man is to place him under the

dependence of a fool. A few days afterwards, having been dressed as a

pupil of a clerical seminary by the care of the abbe, I was taken to

Saint-Cyprian de Muran and introduced to the rector.

The patriarchal church of Saint-Cyprian is served by an order of the

monks, founded by the blessed Jerome Miani, a nobleman of Venice. The

rector received me with tender affection and great kindness. But in his

address (which was full of unction) I thought I could perceive a

suspicion on his part that my being sent to the seminary was a

punishment, or at least a way to put a stop to an irregular life, and,

feeling hurt in my dignity, I told him at once, "Reverend father, I do

not think that any one has the right of punishing me."

"No, no, my son," he answered, "I only meant that you would be very happy

with us."

We were then shewn three halls, in which we found at least one hundred

and fifty seminarists, ten or twelve schoolrooms, the refectory, the

dormitory, the gardens for play hours, and every pain was taken to make

me imagine life in such a place the happiest that could fall to the lot

of a young man, and to make me suppose that I would even regret the

arrival of the bishop. Yet they all tried to cheer me up by saying that I

would only remain there five or six months. Their eloquence amused me

greatly.

I entered the seminary at the beginning of March, and prepared myself for

my new life by passing the night between my two young friends, Nanette

and Marton, who bathed their pillows with tears; they could not

understand, and this was likewise the feeling of their aunt and of the

good M. Rosa, how a young man like myself could shew such obedience.

The day before going to the seminary, I had taken care to entrust all my

papers to Madame Manzoni. They made a large parcel, and I left it in her

hands for fifteen years. The worthy old lady is still alive, and with her

ninety years she enjoys good health and a cheerful temper. She received

me with a smile, and told me that I would not remain one month in the

seminary.

"I beg your pardon, madam, but I am very glad to go there, and intend to

remain until the arrival of the bishop."

"You do not know your own nature, and you do not know your bishop, with

whom you will not remain very long either."

The abbe accompanied me to the seminary in a gondola, but at Saint-Michel

he had to stop in consequence of a violent attack of vomiting which

seized me suddenly; the apothecary cured me with some mint-water.

I was indebted for this attack to the too frequent sacrifices which I had

been offering on the altar of love. Any lover who knows what his feelings

were when he found himself with the woman he adored and with the fear

that it was for the last time, will easily imagine my feelings during the

last hours that I expected ever to spend with my two charming mistresses.

I could not be induced to let the last offering be the last, and I went

on offering until there was no more incense left.

The priest committed me to the care of the rector, and my luggage was

carried to the dormitory, where I went myself to deposit my cloak and my

hat. I was not placed amongst the adults, because, notwithstanding my

size, I was not old enough. Besides, I would not shave myself, through

vanity, because I thought that the down on my face left no doubt of my

youth. It was ridiculous, of course; but when does man cease to be so? We

get rid of our vices more easily than of our follies. Tyranny has not had

sufficient power over me to compel me to shave myself; it is only in that

respect that I have found tyranny to be tolerant.

"To which school do you wish to belong?" asked the rector.

"To the dogmatic, reverend father; I wish to study the history of the

Church."

"I will introduce you to the father examiner."

"I am doctor in divinity, most reverend father, and do not want to be

examined."

"It is necessary, my dear son; come with me."

This necessity appeared to me an insult, and I felt very angry; but a

spirit of revenge quickly whispered to me the best way to mystify them,

and the idea made me very joyful. I answered so badly all the questions

propounded in Latin by the examiner, I made so many solecisms, that he

felt it his duty to send me to an inferior class of grammar, in which, to

my great delight, I found myself the companion of some twenty young

urchins of about ten years, who, hearing that I was doctor in divinity,

kept on saying: 'Accipiamus pecuniam, et mittamus asinum in patriam

suam'.

Our play hours afforded me great amusement; my companions of the

dormitory, who were all in the class of philosophy at least, looked down

upon me with great contempt, and when they spoke of their own sublime

discourses, they laughed if I appeared to be listening attentively to

their discussions which, as they thought, must have been perfect enigmas

to me. I did not intend to betray myself, but an accident, which I could

not avoid, forced me to throw off the mask.

Father Barbarigo, belonging to the Convent of the Salutation at Venice,

whose pupil I had been in physics, came to pay a visit to the rector, and

seeing me as we were coming from mass paid me his friendly compliments.

His first question was to enquire what science I was studying, and he

thought I was joking when I answered that I was learning the grammar. The

rector having joined us, I left them together, and went to my class. An

our later, the rector sent for me.

"Why did you feign such ignorance at the examination?" he asked.

"Why," I answered, "were you unjust enough to compel me to the

degradation of an examination?"

He looked annoyed, and escorted me to the dogmatic school, where my

comrades of the dormitory received me with great astonishment, and in the

afternoon, at play time, they gathered around me and made me very happy

with their professions of friendship.

One of them, about fifteen years old, and who at the present time must,

if still alive, be a bishop, attracted my notice by his features as much

as by his talents. He inspired me with a very warm friendship, and during

recess, instead of playing skittles with the others, we always walked

together. We conversed upon poetry, and we both delighted in the

beautiful odes of Horace. We liked Ariosto better than Tasso, and

Petrarch had our whole admiration, while Tassoni and Muratori, who had

been his critics, were the special objects of our contempt. We were such

fast friends, after four days of acquaintance, that we were actually

jealous of each other, and to such an extent that if either of us walked

about with any seminarist, the other would be angry and sulk like a

disappointed lover.

The dormitory was placed under the supervision of a lay friar, and it was

his province to keep us in good order. After supper, accompanied by this

lay friar, who had the title of prefect, we all proceeded to the

dormitory. There, everyone had to go to his own bed, and to undress

quietly after having said his prayers in a low voice. When all the pupils

were in bed, the prefect would go to his own. A large lantern lighted up

the dormitory, which had the shape of a parallelogram eighty yards by

ten. The beds were placed at equal distances, and to each bed there were

a fold-stool, a chair, and room for the trunk of the Seminarist. At one

end was the washing place, and at the other the bed of the prefect. The

bed of my friend was opposite mine, and the lantern was between us.

The principal duty of the prefect was to take care that no pupil should

go and sleep with one of his comrades, for such a visit was never

supposed an innocent one. It was a cardinal sin, and, bed being accounted

the place for sleep and not for conversation, it was admitted that a

pupil who slept out of his own bed, did so only for immoral purposes. So

long as he stopped in his own bed, he could do what he liked; so much the

worse for him if he gave himself up to bad practices. It has been

remarked in Germany that it is precisely in those institutions for young

men in which the directors have taken most pains to prevent onanism that

this vice is most prevalent.

Those who had framed the regulations in our seminary were stupid fools,

who had not the slightest knowledge of either morals or human nature.

Nature has wants which must be administered to, and Tissot is right only

as far as the abuse of nature is concerned, but this abuse would very

seldom occur if the directors exercised proper wisdom and prudence, and

if they did not make a point of forbidding it in a special and peculiar

manner; young people give way to dangerous excesses from a sheer delight

in disobedience,--a disposition very natural to humankind, since it began

with Adam and Eve.

I had been in the seminary for nine or ten days, when one night I felt

someone stealing very quietly in my bed; my hand was at once clutched,

and my name whispered. I could hardly restrain my laughter. It was my

friend, who, having chanced to wake up and finding that the lantern was

out, had taken a sudden fancy to pay me a visit. I very soon begged him

to go away for fear the prefect should be awake, for in such a case we

should have found ourselves in a very unpleasant dilemma, and most likely

would have been accused of some abominable offence. As I was giving him

that good advice we heard someone moving, and my friend made his escape;

but immediately after he had left me I heard the fall of some person, and

at the same time the hoarse voice of the prefect exclaiming:

"Ah, villain! wait until to-morrow--until to-morrow!"

After which threat he lighted the lantern and retired to his couch.

The next morning, before the ringing of the bell for rising, the rector,

followed by the prefect, entered the dormitory, and said to us:

"Listen to me, all of you. You are aware of what has taken place this

last night. Two amongst you must be guilty; but I wish to forgive them,

and to save their honour I promise that their names shall not be made

public. I expect every one of you to come to me for confession before

recess."

He left the dormitory, and we dressed ourselves. In the afternoon, in

obedience to his orders, we all went to him and confessed, after which

ceremony we repaired to the garden, where my friend told me that, having

unfortunately met the prefect after he left me, he had thought that the

best way was to knock him down, in order to get time to reach his own bed

without being known.

"And now," I said, "you are certain of being forgiven, for, of course,

you have wisely confessed your error?"

"You are joking," answered my friend; "why, the good rector would not

have known any more than he knows at present, even if my visit to you had

been paid with a criminal intent."

"Then you must have made a false confession: you are at all events guilty

of disobedience?"

"That may be, but the rector is responsible for the guilt, as he used

compulsion."

"My dear friend, you argue in a very forcible way, and the very reverend

rector must by this time be satisfied that the inmates of our dormitory

are more learned than he is himself."

No more would have been said about the adventure if, a few nights after,

I had not in my turn taken a fancy to return the visit paid by my friend.

Towards midnight, having had occasion to get out of bed, and hearing the

loud snoring of the prefect, I quickly put out the lantern and went to

lie beside my friend. He knew me at once, and gladly received me; but we

both listened attentively to the snoring of our keeper, and when it

ceased, understanding our danger, I got up and reached my own bed without

losing a second, but the moment I got to it I had a double surprise. In

the first place I felt somebody lying in my bed, and in the second I saw

the prefect, with a candle in his hand, coming along slowly and taking a

survey of all the beds right and left. I could understand the prefect

suddenly lighting a candle, but how could I realize what I saw--namely,

one of my comrades sleeping soundly in my bed, with his back turned to

me? I immediately made up my mind to feign sleep. After two or three

shakings given by the prefect, I pretended to wake up, and my

bed-companion woke up in earnest. Astonished at finding himself in my

bed, he offered me an apology:

"I have made a mistake," he said, "as I returned from a certain place in

the dark, I found your bed empty, and mistook it for mine."

"Very likely," I answered; "I had to get up, too."

"Yes," remarked the prefect; "but how does it happen that you went to bed

without making any remark when, on your return, you found your bed

already tenanted? And how is it that, being in the dark, you did not

suppose that you were mistaken yourself?"

"I could not be mistaken, for I felt the pedestal of this crucifix of

mine, and I knew I was right; as to my companion here, I did not feel

him."

"It is all very unlikely," answered our Argus; and he went to the

lantern, the wick of which he found crushed down.

"The wick has been forced into the oil, gentlemen; it has not gone out of

itself; it has been the handiwork of one of you, but it will be seen to

in the morning."

My stupid companion went to his own bed, the prefect lighted the lamp and

retired to his rest, and after this scene, which had broken the repose of

every pupil, I quietly slept until the appearance of the rector, who, at

the dawn of day, came in great fury, escorted by his satellite, the

prefect.

The rector, after examining the localities and submitting to a lengthy

interrogatory first my accomplice, who very naturally was considered as

the most guilty, and then myself, whom nothing could convict of the

offence, ordered us to get up and go to church to attend mass. As soon as

we were dressed, he came back, and addressing us both, he said, kindly:

"You stand both convicted of a scandalous connivance, and it is proved by

the fact of the lantern having been wilfully extinguished. I am disposed

to believe that the cause of all this disorder is, if not entirely

innocent, at least due only to extreme thoughtlessness; but the scandal

given to all your comrades, the outrage offered to the discipline and to

the established rules of the seminary, call loudly for punishment. Leave

the room."

We obeyed; but hardly were we between the double doors of the dormitory

than we were seized by four servants, who tied our hands behind us, and

led us to the class room, where they compelled us to kneel down before

the great crucifix. The rector told them to execute his orders, and, as

we were in that position, the wretches administered to each of us seven

or eight blows with a stick, or with a rope, which I received, as well as

my companion, without a murmur. But the moment my hands were free, I

asked the rector whether I could write two lines at the very foot of the

cross. He gave orders to bring ink and paper, and I traced the following

words:

"I solemnly swear by this God that I have never spoken to the seminarist

who was found in my bed. As an innocent person I must protest against

this shameful violence. I shall appeal to the justice of his lordship the

patriarch."

My comrade in misery signed this protest with me; after which, addressing

myself to all the pupils, I read it aloud, calling upon them to speak the

truth if any one could say the contrary of what I had written. They, with

one voice, immediately declared that we had never been seen conversing

together, and that no one knew who had put the lamp out. The rector left

the room in the midst of hisses and curses, but he sent us to prison all

the same at the top of the house and in separate cells. An hour

afterwards, I had my bed, my trunk and all my things, and my meals were

brought to me every day. On the fourth day, the Abbe Tosello came for me

with instructions to bring me to Venice. I asked him whether he had

sifted this unpleasant affair; he told me that he had enquired into it,

that he had seen the other seminarist, and that he believed we were both

innocent; but the rector would not confess himself in the wrong, and he

did not see what could be done.

I threw off my seminarist's habit, and dressed myself in the clothes I

used to wear in Venice, and, while my luggage was carried to a boat, I

accompanied the abbe to M. Grimani's gondola in which he had come, and we

took our departure. On our way, the abbe ordered the boatman to leave my

things at the Palace Grimani, adding that he was instructed by M. Grimani

to tell me that, if I had the audacity to present myself at his mansion,

his servants had received orders to turn me away.

He landed me near the convent of the Jesuits, without any money, and with

nothing but what I had on my back.

I went to beg a dinner from Madame Manzoni, who laughed heartily at the

realization of her prediction. After dinner I called upon M. Rosa to see

whether the law could protect me against the tyranny of my enemies, and

after he had been made acquainted with the circumstances of the case, he

promised to bring me the same evening, at Madame Orio's house, an

extra-judicial act. I repaired to the place of appointment to wait for

him, and to enjoy the pleasure of my two charming friends at my sudden

reappearance. It was indeed very great, and the recital of my adventures

did not astonish them less than my unexpected presence. M. Rosa came and

made me read the act which he had prepared; he had not had time to have

it engrossed by the notary, but he undertook to have it ready the next

day.

I left Madame Orio to take supper with my brother Francois, who resided

with a painter called Guardi; he was, like me, much oppressed by the

tyranny of Grimani, and I promised to deliver him. Towards midnight I

returned to the two amiable sisters who were expecting me with their

usual loving impatience, but, I am bound to confess it with all humility,

my sorrows were prejudicial to love in spite of the fortnight of absence

and of abstinence. They were themselves deeply affected to see me so

unhappy, and pitied me with all their hearts. I endeavoured to console

them, and assured them that all my misery would soon come to an end, and

that we would make up for lost time.

In the morning, having no money, and not knowing where to go, I went to

St. Mark's Library, where I remained until noon. I left it with the

intention of dining with Madame Manzoni, but I was suddenly accosted by a

soldier who informed me that someone wanted to speak to me in a gondola

to which he pointed. I answered that the person might as well come out,

but he quietly remarked that he had a friend at hand to conduct me

forcibly to the gondola, if necessary, and without any more hesitation I

went towards it. I had a great dislike to noise or to anything like a

public exhibition. I might have resisted, for the soldiers were unarmed,

and I would not have been taken up, this sort of arrest not being legal

in Venice, but I did not think of it. The 'sequere deum' was playing its

part; I felt no reluctance. Besides, there are moments in which a

courageous man has no courage, or disdains to shew it.

I enter the gondola, the curtain is drawn aside, and I see my evil

genius, Razetta, with an officer. The two soldiers sit down at the prow;

I recognize M. Grimani's own gondola, it leaves the landing and takes the

direction of the Lido. No one spoke to me, and I remained silent. After

half-an-hour's sailing, the gondola stopped before the small entrance of

the Fortress St. Andre, at the mouth of the Adriatic, on the very spot

where the Bucentaur stands, when, on Ascension Day, the doge comes to

espouse the sea.

The sentinel calls the corporal; we alight, the officer who accompanied

me introduces me to the major, and presents a letter to him. The major,

after reading its contents, gives orders to M. Zen, his adjutant, to

consign me to the guard-house. In another quarter of an hour my

conductors take their departure, and M. Zen brings me three livres and a

half, stating that I would receive the same amount every week. It was

exactly the pay of a private.

I did not give way to any burst of passion, but I felt the most intense

indignation. Late in the evening I expressed a wish to have some food

bought, for I could not starve; then, stretching myself upon a hard camp

bed, I passed the night amongst the soldiers without closing my eyes, for

these Sclavonians were singing, eating garlic, smoking a bad tobacco

which was most noxious, and drinking a wine of their own country, as

black as ink, which nobody else could swallow.

Early next morning Major Pelodoro (the governor of the fortress) called

me up to his room, and told me that, in compelling me to spend the night

in the guard-house, he had only obeyed the orders he had received from

Venice from the secretary of war. "Now, reverend sir," he added, "my

further orders are only to keep you a prisoner in the fort, and I am

responsible for your remaining here. I give you the whole of the fortress

for your prison. You shall have a good room in which you will find your

bed and all your luggage. Walk anywhere you please; but recollect that,

if you should escape, you would cause my ruin. I am sorry that my

instructions are to give you only ten sous a day, but if you have any

friends in Venice able to send you some money, write to them, and trust

to me for the security of your letters. Now you may go to bed, if you

need rest."

I was taken to my room; it was large and on the first story, with two

windows from which I had a very fine view. I found my bed, and I

ascertained with great satisfaction that my trunk, of which I had the

keys, had not been forced open. The major had kindly supplied my table

with all the implements necessary for writing. A Sclavonian soldier

informed me very politely that he would attend upon me, and that I would

pay him for his services whenever I could, for everyone knew that I had

only ten sous a day. I began by ordering some soup, and, when I had

dispatched it, I went to bed and slept for nine hours. When I woke, I

received an invitation to supper from the major, and I began to imagine

that things, after all, would not be so very bad.

I went to the honest governor, whom I found in numerous company. He

presented me to his wife and to every person present. I met there several

officers, the chaplain of the fortress, a certain Paoli Vida, one of the

singers of St. Mark's Church, and his wife, a pretty woman, sister-in-law

of the major, whom the husband chose to confine in the fort because he

was very jealous (jealous men are not comfortable at Venice), together

with several other ladies, not very young, but whom I thought very

agreeable, owing to their kind welcome.

Cheerful as I was by nature, those pleasant guests easily managed to put

me in the best of humours. Everyone expressed a wish to know the reasons

which could have induced M. Grimani to send me to the fortress, so I gave

a faithful account of all my adventures since my grandmother's death. I

spoke for three hours without any bitterness, and even in a pleasant

tone, upon things which, said in a different manner, might have

displeased my audience; all expressed their satisfaction, and shewed so

much sympathy that, as we parted for the night, I received from all an

assurance of friendship and the offer of their services. This is a piece

of good fortune which has never failed me whenever I have been the victim

of oppression, until I reached the age of fifty. Whenever I met with

honest persons expressing a curiosity to know the history of the

misfortune under which I was labouring, and whenever I satisfied their

curiosity, I have inspired them with friendship, and with that sympathy

which was necessary to render them favourable and useful to me.

That success was owing to a very simple artifice; it was only to tell my

story in a quiet and truthful manner, without even avoiding the facts

which told against me. It is simple secret that many men do not know,

because the larger portion of humankind is composed of cowards; a man who

always tells the truth must be possessed of great moral courage.

Experience has taught me that truth is a talisman, the charm of which

never fails in its effect, provided it is not wasted upon unworthy

people, and I believe that a guilty man, who candidly speaks the truth to

his judge, has a better chance of being acquitted, than the innocent man

who hesitates and evades true statements. Of course the speaker must be

young, or at least in the prime of manhood; for an old man finds the

whole of nature combined against him.

The major had his joke respecting the visit paid and returned to the

seminarist's bed, but the chaplain and the ladies scolded him. The major

advised me to write out my story and send it to the secretary of war,

undertaking that he should receive it, and he assured me that he would

become my protector. All the ladies tried to induce me to follow the

major's advice.

The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Volume 01: Childhood · 第 6 / 7 章