_Tutte le gran faciende si fanno di foca cosa._
What great events from trivial causes spring.
Signor Camillo, the artist employed by Mr. Lee to copy some of the
antique ornaments in Herculaneum, was a liberal-minded man, perfectly
free from that mean jealousy which would repress the efforts of rising
genius.
'Here is a lad scarcely fifteen, a poor gardener's son, who, with merely
the instructions he could obtain from a common carpenter, has learned to
draw these plans and elevations, which you see are tolerably neat. What
an advantage your instruction would be to him,' said Mr. Lee, as he
introduced Francisco to Signor Camillo. 'I am interested in this lad
from what I have learned of his good conduct. I hear he is strictly
honest, and one of the best of sons. Let us do something for him. If you
will give him some knowledge of your art, I will, as far as money can
recompense you for your loss of time, pay whatever you may think
reasonable for his instruction.'
Signor Camillo made no difficulties; he was pleased with his pupil's
appearance, and every day he liked him better and better. In the room
where they worked together there were some large books of drawings and
plates, which Francisco saw now and then opened by his master, and which
he had a great desire to look over; but when he was left in the room by
himself he never touched them, because he had not permission. Signor
Camillo, the first day he came into his room with his pupil, said to
him, 'Here are many valuable books and drawings, young man. I trust,
from the character I have heard of you, that they will be perfectly safe
here.'
Some weeks after Francisco had been with the painter, they had occasion
to look for the front of a temple in one of these large books. 'What!
don't you know in which book to look for it, Francisco?' cried his
master, with some impatience. 'Is it possible that you have been here so
long with these books, and that you cannot find the print I mean? Had
you half the taste I gave you credit for, you would have singled it out
from all the rest, and have it fixed in your memory.'
'But, signor, I never saw it,' said Francisco, respectfully, 'or perhaps
I should have preferred it.'
'That you never saw it, young man, is the very thing of which I
complain. Is a taste for the arts to be learned, think you, by looking
at the cover of a book like this? Is it possible that you never thought
of opening it?'
'Often and often,' cried Francisco, 'have I longed to open it; but I
thought it was forbidden me, and however great my curiosity in your
absence, I have never touched them. I hoped, indeed, that the time would
come when you would have the goodness to show them to me.'
'And so the time is come, excellent young man,' cried Camillo; 'much as
I love taste, I love integrity more. I am now sure of your having the
one, and let me see whether you have, as I believe you have, the other.
Sit you down here beside me; and we will look over these books
together.'
The attention with which his young pupil examined everything, and the
pleasure he unaffectedly expressed in seeing these excellent prints,
sufficiently convinced his judicious master that it was not from the
want of curiosity or taste that he had never opened these tempting
volumes. His confidence in Francisco was much increased by this
circumstance, slight as it may appear.
One day Signor Camillo came behind Francisco, as he was drawing with
much intentness, and tapping him upon the shoulder, he said to him: 'Put
up your pencils and follow me. I can depend upon your integrity; I have
pledged myself for it. Bring your note-book with you, and follow me; I
will this day show you something that will entertain you at least as
much as my large book of prints. Follow me.'
Francisco followed, till they came to the pit near the entrance of
Herculaneum. 'I have obtained leave for you to accompany me,' said his
master, 'and you know, I suppose, that this is not a permission granted
to every one?' Paintings of great value, besides ornaments of gold and
silver, antique bracelets, rings, etc., are from time to time found
amongst these ruins, and therefore it is necessary that no person should
be admitted whose honesty cannot be depended upon. Thus, even
Francisco's talents could not have advanced him in the world, unless
they had been united to integrity. He was much delighted and astonished
by the new scene that was now opened to his view; and as, day after day,
he accompanied his master to this subterraneous city, he had leisure for
observation. He was employed, as soon as he had gratified his curiosity,
in drawing. There are niches in the walls in several places, from which
pictures have been dug, and these niches are often adorned with elegant
masks, figures and animals, which have been left by the ignorant or
careless workmen, and which are going fast to destruction. Signor
Camillo, who was copying these for his English employer, had a mind to
try his pupil's skill, and, pointing to a niche bordered with grotesque
figures, he desired him to try if he could make any hand of it.
Francisco made several trials, and at last finished such an excellent
copy, that his enthusiastic and generous master, with warm encomiums,
carried it immediately to his patron, and he had the pleasure to receive
from Mr. Lee a purse containing five guineas, as a reward and
encouragement for his pupil.
Francisco had no sooner received this money than he hurried home to his
father and mother's cottage. His mother, some months before this time,
had taken a small dairy farm; and her son had once heard her express a
wish that she was but rich enough to purchase a remarkably fine brindled
cow, which belonged to a farmer in the neighbourhood.
'Here, my dear mother,' cried Francisco, pouring the guineas into her
lap; 'and here,' continued he, emptying a bag, which contained about as
much more, in small Italian coins, the profits of trade-money he had
fairly earned during the two years he sold fruit amongst the little
Neapolitan merchants; 'this is all yours, dearest mother, and I hope it
will be enough to pay for the brindled cow. Nay, you must not refuse
me--I have set my heart upon the cow being milked by you this very
evening; and I'll produce my best bunches of grapes, and my father,
perhaps, will give us a melon, for I've had no time for melons this
season; and I'll step to Naples and invite--may I, mother?--my good
friends, dear Carlo and your favourite little Rosetta, and my old
drawing master, and my friend Arthur, and we'll sup with you at your
dairy.'
The happy mother thanked her son, and the father assured him that
neither melon nor pine-apple should be spared, to make a supper worthy
of his friends.
The brindled cow was bought, and Arthur and Carlo and Rosetta most
joyfully accepted the invitation.
The carpenter had unluckily appointed to settle a long account that day
with one of his employers, and he could not accompany his children. It
was a delicious evening; they left Naples just as the sea-breeze, after
the heats of the day, was most refreshingly felt. The walk to Resina,
the vineyard, the dairy, and most of all, the brindled cow, were praised
by Carlo and Rosetta with all the Italian superlatives which signify,
'Most beautiful! most delightful! most charming!' Whilst the English
Arthur, with as warm a heart, was more temperate in his praise,
declaring that this was 'the most like an English summer's evening of
any he had ever felt since he came to Italy; and that, moreover, the
cream was almost as good as what he had been used to drink in Cheshire.'
The company, who were all pleased with each other, and with the
gardener's good fruit, which he produced in great abundance, did not
think of separating till late.
It was a bright moonlight night, and Carlo asked his friend if he would
walk with them part of the way to Naples. 'Yes, all the way most
willingly,' cried Francisco, 'that I may have the pleasure of giving to
your father, with my own hands, this fine bunch of grapes, that I have
reserved for him out of my own share.' 'Add this fine pine-apple for my
share, then,' said his father, 'and a pleasant walk to you, my young
friends.'
They proceeded gaily along, and when they reached Naples, as they passed
through the square where the little merchants held their market,
Francisco pointed to the spot where he found Carlo's rule. He never
missed an opportunity of showing his friends that he did not forget
their former kindness to him. 'That rule,' said he, 'has been the cause
of all my present happiness, and I thank you for----'
'Oh, never mind thanking him now,' interrupted Rosetta, 'but look
yonder, and tell me what all those people are about.' She pointed to a
group of men, women, and children, who were assembled under a piazza,
listening in various attitudes of attention to a man, who was standing
upon a flight of steps, speaking in a loud voice, and with much action,
to the people who surrounded him. Francisco, Carlo, and Rosetta joined
his audience. The moon shone full upon his countenance, which was very
expressive, and which varied frequently according to the characters of
the persons whose history he was telling, and according to all the
changes of their fortune. This man was one of those who are called
Improvisatori--persons who, in Italian towns, go about reciting verses
or telling stories, which they are supposed to invent as they go on
speaking. Some of these people speak with great fluency, and collect
crowds round them in the public streets. When an Improvisatore sees the
attention of his audience fixed, and when he comes to some very
interesting part of his narrative, he dexterously drops his hat upon the
ground, and pauses till his auditors have paid tribute to his eloquence.
When he thinks the hat sufficiently full, he takes it up again, and
proceeds with his story. The hat was dropped just as Francisco and his
two friends came under the piazza. The orator had finished one story,
and was going to commence another. He fixed his eyes upon Francisco,
then glanced at Carlo and Rosetta, and after a moment's consideration he
began a story which bore some resemblance to one that our young English
readers may, perhaps, know by the name of 'Cornaro, or the Grateful
Turk.'
Francisco was deeply interested in this narrative, and when the hat was
dropped, he eagerly threw in his contribution. At the end of the story,
when the speaker's voice stopped, there was a momentary silence, which
was broken by the orator himself, who exclaimed, as he took up the hat
which lay at his feet, 'My friends, here is some mistake! this is not my
hat; it has been changed whilst I was taken up with my story. Pray,
gentlemen, find my hat amongst you; it was a remarkably good one, a
present from a nobleman for an epigram I made. I would not lose my hat
for twice its value. It has my name written withinside of it, Dominicho,
Improvisatore. Pray, gentlemen, examine your hats.'
Everybody present examined their hats, and showed them to Dominicho, but
his was not amongst them. No one had left the company; the piazza was
cleared, and searched in vain. 'The hat has vanished by magic.' said
Dominicho. 'Yes, and by the same magic a statue moves,' cried Carlo,
pointing to a figure standing in a niche, which had hitherto escaped
observation. The face was so much in the shade, that Carlo did not at
first perceive that the statue was Piedro. Piedro, when he saw himself
discovered, burst into a loud laugh, and throwing down Dominicho's hat,
which he held in his hand behind him, cried, 'A pretty set of novices!
Most excellent players at hide-and-seek you would make.'
Whether Piedro really meant to have carried off the poor man's hat, or
whether he was, as he said, merely in jest, we leave it to those who
know his general character to decide.
Carlo shook his head. 'Still at your old tricks, Piedro,' said he.
'Remember the old proverb: No fox so cunning but he comes to the
furrier's at last.'[30]
[30] Tutte le volpi si trovano in pellicera.
'I defy the furrier and you too,' replied Piedro, taking up his own
ragged hat. 'I have no need to steal hats; I can afford to buy better
than you'll have upon your head. Francisco, a word with you, if you have
done crying at the pitiful story you have been listening to so
attentively.'
'And what would you say to me?' said Francisco, following him a few
steps. 'Do not detain me long, because my friends will wait for me.'
'If they are friends, they can wait,' said Piedro. 'You need not be
ashamed of being seen in my company now, I can tell you; for I am, as I
always told you I should be, the richest man of the two.'
'Rich! you rich?' cried Francisco. 'Well, then, it was impossible you
could mean to trick that poor man out of his good hat.'
'Impossible!' said Piedro. Francisco did not consider that those who
have habits of pilfering continue to practise them often, when the
poverty which first tempted them to dishonesty ceases. 'Impossible! You
stare when I tell you I am rich; but the thing is so. Moreover, I am
well with my father at home. I have friends in Naples, and I call myself
Piedro the Lucky. Look you here,' said he, producing an old gold coin.
'This does not smell of fish, does it? My father is no longer a
fisherman, nor I either. Neither do I sell sugar-plums to children; nor
do I slave myself in a vineyard, like some folks; but fortune, when I
least expected it, has stood my friend. I have many pieces of gold like
this. Digging in my father's garden, it was my luck to come to an old
Roman vessel full of gold. I have this day agreed for a house in Naples
for my father. We shall live, whilst we can afford it, like great folks,
you will see; and I shall enjoy the envy that will be felt by some of my
old friends, the little Neapolitan merchants, who will change their note
when they see my change of fortune. What say you to all this, Francisco
the Honest?'
'That I wish you joy of your prosperity, and hope you may enjoy it long
and well.'
'Well, no doubt of that. Every one who has it enjoys it _well_. He
always dances well to whom fortune pipes.'[31]
[31] Assai ben balla a chi fortuna suona.
'Yes, no longer pipe, no longer dance,' replied Francisco; and here they
parted; for Piedro walked away abruptly, much mortified to perceive that
his prosperity did not excite much envy, or command any additional
respect from Francisco.
'I would rather,' said Francisco, when he returned to Carlo and Rosetta,
who waited for him under the portico, when he left them--'I would rather
have such good friends as you, Carlo and Arthur, and some more I could
name, and, besides that, have a clear conscience, and work honestly for
my bread, than be as lucky as Piedro. Do you know he has found a
treasure, he says, in his father's garden--a vase full of gold? He
showed me one of the gold pieces.'
'Much good may they do him. I hope he came honestly by them,' said
Carlo; 'but ever since the affair of the double measure, I suspect
double-dealing always from him. It is not our affair, however. Let him
make himself happy his way, and we ours.
'He that would live in peace and rest,
Must hear, and see, and say the best.'[32]
All Piedro's neighbours did not follow this peaceable maxim; for when he
and his father began to circulate the story of the treasure found in the
garden, the village of Resina did not give them implicit faith. People
nodded and whispered, and shrugged their shoulders; then crossed
themselves and declared that they would not, for all the riches of
Naples, change places with either Piedro or his father. Regardless, or
pretending to be regardless, of these suspicions, Piedro and his father
persisted in their assertions. The fishing-nets were sold, and
everything in their cottage was disposed of; they left Resina, went to
live at Naples, and, after a few weeks, the matter began to be almost
forgotten in the village.
[32] Odi, vedi, taci, se vuoi viver in pace.
The old gardener, Francisco's father, was one of those who endeavoured
to _think the best_; and all that he said upon the subject was, that he
would not exchange Francisco the Honest for Piedro the Lucky; that one
can't judge of the day till one sees the evening as well as the
morning.[33]
[33] La vita il fine,--e di loda la sera. Compute the morn and evening
of their day.--POPE.
Not to leave our readers longer in suspense, we must inform them that
the peasants of Resina were right in their suspicions. Piedro had never
found any treasure in his father's garden, but he came by his gold in
the following manner:--
After he was banished from the little wood-market for stealing Rosetta's
basketful of wood, after he had cheated the poor woman, who let glasses
out to hire, out of the value of the glasses which he broke, and, in
short, after he had entirely lost his credit with all who knew him, he
roamed about the streets of Naples, reckless of what became of him.
He found the truth of the proverb, 'that credit lost is like a Venice
glass broken--it can't be mended again.' The few shillings which he had
in his pocket supplied him with food for a few days. At last he was glad
to be employed by one of the peasants who came to Naples to load their
asses with manure out of the streets. They often follow very early in
the morning, or during the night-time, the trace of carriages that are
gone, or that are returning from the opera; and Piedro was one night at
this work, when the horses of a nobleman's carriage took fright at the
sudden blaze of some fireworks. The carriage was overturned near him; a
lady was taken out of it, and was hurried by her attendants into a shop,
where she stayed till her carriage was set to rights. She was too much
alarmed for the first ten minutes after her accident to think of
anything; but after some time, she perceived that she had lost a
valuable diamond cross, which she had worn that night at the opera. She
was uncertain where she had dropped it; the shop, the carriage, the
street were searched for it in vain.
Piedro saw it fall as the lady was lifted out of the carriage, seized
upon it, and carried it off. Ignorant as he was of the full value of
what he had stolen, he knew not how to satisfy himself as to this point,
without trusting some one with the secret.
After some hesitation, he determined to apply to a Jew, who, as it was
whispered, was ready to buy everything that was offered to him for sale,
without making any _troublesome_ inquiries. It was late; he waited till
the streets were cleared, and then knocked softly at the back door of
the Jew's house. The person who opened the door for Piedro was his own
father. Piedro started back; but his father had fast hold of him.
'What brings you here?' said the father, in a low voice, a voice which
expressed fear and rage mixed.
'Only to ask my way--my shortest way,' stammered Piedro.
'No equivocations! Tell me what brings you here at this time of the
night? I _will_ know.'
Piedro, who felt himself in his father's grasp, and who knew that his
father would certainly search him, to find out what he had brought to
sell, thought it most prudent to produce the diamond cross. His father
could but just see its lustre by the light of a dim lamp which hung over
their heads in the gloomy passage in which they stood.
'You would have been duped, if you had gone to sell this to the Jew. It
is well it has fallen into my hands. How came you by it?' Piedro
answered that he had found it in the street. 'Go your ways home, then,'
said the father; 'it is safe with me. Concern yourself no more about
it.'
Piedro was not inclined thus to relinquish his booty, and he now thought
proper to vary in his account of the manner in which he found the cross.
He now confessed that it had dropped from the dress of a lady, whose
carriage was overturned as she was coming home from the opera, and he
concluded by saying that, if his father took his prize from him without
giving him his share of the profits, he would go directly to the shop
where the lady stopped whilst her servants were raising the carriage,
and that he would give notice of his having found the cross.
Piedro's father saw that his _smart_ son, though scarcely sixteen years
of age, was a match for him in villainy. He promised him that he should
have half of whatever the Jew would give for the diamonds, and Piedro
insisted upon being present at the transaction.
[Illustration: _The Jew, who was a man old in all the arts of villainy,
contrived to cheat both his associates._]
We do not wish to lay open to our young readers scenes of iniquity. It
is sufficient to say that the Jew, who was a man old in all the arts of
villainy, contrived to cheat both his associates, and obtained the
diamond cross for less than half its value. The matter was managed so
that the transaction remained undiscovered. The lady who lost the cross,
after making fruitless inquiries, gave up the search, and Piedro and his
father rejoiced in the success of their manoeuvres.
It is said that 'Ill-gotten wealth is quickly spent';[34] and so it
proved in this instance. Both father and son lived a riotous life as
long as their money lasted, and it did not last many months. What his
bad education began, bad company finished, and Piedro's mind was
completely ruined by the associates with whom he became connected during
what he called his _prosperity_. When his money was at an end, these
unprincipled friends began to look cold upon him, and at last plainly
told him--'If you mean to _live with us_, you must _live as we do_.'
They lived by robbery.
[34] Vien presto consumato l' ingiustamente acquistato.
Piedro, though familiarised to the idea of fraud, was shocked at the
thought of becoming a robber by profession. How difficult it is to stop
in the career of vice! Whether Piedro had power to stop, or whether he
was hurried on by his associates, we shall, for the present, leave in
doubt.