CHAPTER IV.

"'T will make me think

The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune

Runs 'gainst the bias."

RICHARD THE SECOND.

Though Venice at that hour was so gay in her squares, the rest of the

town was silent as the grave. A city in which the hoof of horse or the

rolling of wheels is never heard, necessarily possesses a character of

its own; but the peculiar form of the government, and the long training

of the people in habits of caution, weighed on the spirits of the gay.

There were times and places, it is true, when the buoyancy of youthful

blood, and the levity of the thoughtless, found occasion for their

display--nor were they rare; but when men found themselves removed from

the temptation, and perhaps from the support of society, they appeared

to imbibe the character of their sombre city.

Such was the state of most of the town, while the scene described in the

previous chapter was exhibited in the lively piazza of San Marco. The

moon had risen so high that its light fell between the range of walls,

here and there touching the surface of the water, to which it imparted a

quivering brightness, while the domes and towers rested beneath its

light in a solemn but grand repose. Occasionally the front of a palace

received the rays on its heavy cornices and labored columns, the gloomy

stillness of the interior of the edifice furnishing, in every such

instance, a striking contrast to the richness and architectural beauty

without. Our narrative now leads us to one of these patrician abodes of

the first class.

A heavy magnificence pervaded the style of the dwelling. The vestibule

was vast, vaulted, and massive. The stairs, rich in marbles, heavy and

grand. The apartments were imposing in their gildings and sculpture,

while the walls sustained countless works on which the highest geniuses

of Italy had lavishly diffused their power. Among these relics of an age

more happy in this respect than that of which we write, the connoisseur

would readily have known the pencils of Titian, Paul Veronese, and

Tintoretto--the three great names in which the subjects of St. Mark so

justly prided themselves. Among these works of the higher masters were

mingled others by the pencils of Bellino, and Montegna, and Palma

Vecchio--artists who were secondary only to the more renowned colorists

of the Venetian school. Vast sheets of mirrors lined the walls, wherever

the still more precious paintings had no place; while the ordinary

hangings of velvet and silk became objects of secondary admiration, in a

scene of nearly royal magnificence. The cool and beautiful floors, made

of a composition in which all the prized marbles of Italy and of the

East polished to the last degree of art, were curiously embedded, formed

a suitable finish to a style so gorgeous, and in which luxury and taste

were blended in equal profusion.

The building, which, on two of its sides, literally rose from out the

water, was, as usual, erected around a dark court. Following its

different faces, the eye might penetrate, by many a door, open at that

hour for the passage of the air from off the sea, through long suites of

rooms, furnished and fitted in the manner described, all lighted by

shaded lamps that spread a soft and gentle glow around. Passing without

notice ranges of reception and sleeping rooms--the latter of a

magnificence to mock the ordinary wants of the body--we shall at once

introduce the reader into the part of the palace where the business of

the tale conducts us.

At the angle of the dwelling on the side of the smaller of the two

canals, and most remote from the principal water-avenue of the city on

which the edifice fronted, there was a suite of apartments, which, while

it exhibited the same style of luxury and magnificence as those first

mentioned in its general character, discovered greater attention in its

details to the wants of ordinary life. The hangings were of the richest

velvets or of glossy silks, the mirrors were large and of exquisite

truth, the floors of the same gay and pleasing colors, and the walls

were adorned with their appropriate works of art. But the whole was

softened down to a picture of domestic comfort. The tapestries and

curtains hung in careless folds, the beds admitted of sleep, and the

pictures were delicate copies by the pencil of some youthful amateur,

whose leisure had been exercised in this gentle and feminine employment.

The fair being herself, whose early instruction had given birth to so

many skilful imitations of the divine expression of Raphael, or to the

vivid tints of Titian, was at that hour in her privacy, discoursing with

her ghostly adviser, and one of her own sex, who had long discharged the

joint trusts of instructor and parent. The years of the lady of the

palace were so tender that, in a more northern region, she would

scarcely have been deemed past the period of childhood, though in her

native land, the justness and maturity of her form, and the expression

of a dark, eloquent eye, indicated both the growth and the intelligence

of womanhood.

"For this good counsel I thank you, my father, and my excellent Donna

Florinda will thank you still more, for your opinions are so like her

own, that I sometimes admire the secret means by which experience

enables the wise and the good to think so much alike, on a matter of so

little personal interest."

A slight but furtive smile struggled around the mortified mouth of the

Carmelite, as he listened to the naive observation of his ingenuous

pupil.

"Thou wilt learn, my child," he answered, "as time heaps wisdom on thy

head, that it is in concerns which touch our passions and interests

least, we are most apt to decide with discretion and impartiality.

Though Donna Florinda is not yet past the age when the heart is finally

subdued, and there is still so much to bind her to the world, she will

assure thee of this truth, or I greatly mistake the excellence of that

mind, which hath hitherto led her so far blameless, in this erring

pilgrimage to which we are all doomed."

Though the cowl was over the head of the speaker, who was evidently

preparing to depart, and his deeply-seated eye never varied from its

friendly look at the fair face of her he instructed, the blood stole

into the pale cheeks of the maternal companion, and her whole

countenance betrayed some such reflection of feeling at his praise, as a

wintry sky exhibits at a sudden gleam from the setting sun.

"I trust that Violetta does not now hear this for the first time,"

observed Donna Florinda, in a voice so meek and tremulous as to be

observed.

"Little that can be profitably told one of my inexperience has been left

untaught," quickly answered the pupil, unconscious herself that she

reached her hand towards that of her constant monitor, though too intent

on her object to change her look from the features of the Carmelite.

"But why this desire in the Senate to dispose of a girl who would be

satisfied to live for ever, as she is now, happy in her youth, and

contented with the privacy which becomes her sex?"

"The relentless years will not stay their advance, that even one

innocent as thou may never know the unhappiness and trials of a more

mature age. This life is one of imperious and, oftentimes, of tyrannical

duties. Thou art not ignorant of the policy that rules a state which

hath made its name so illustrious by high deeds in arms, its riches, and

its widely-spread influence. There is a law in Venice which commandeth

that none claiming an interest in its affairs shall so bind himself to

the stranger as to endanger the devotion all owe to the Republic. Thus

may not the patrician of St. Mark be a lord in other lands, nor may the

heiress of a name, great and valued as thine, be given in marriage to

any of note, in a foreign state, without counsel and consent from those

who are appointed to watch over the interests of all."

"Had Providence cast my lot in an humbler class, this would not have

been. Methinks it ill comports with the happiness of woman to be the

especial care of the Council of Ten!"

"There is indiscretion, and I lament to say, impiety in thy words. Our

duty bids us submit to earthly laws, and more than duty, reverence

teaches us not to repine at the will of Providence. But I do not see the

weight of this grievance against which thou murmurest, daughter. Thou

art youthful, wealthy beyond the indulgence of all healthful desires, of

a lineage to excite an unwholesome worldly pride, and fair enough to

render thee the most dangerous of thine own enemies--and thou repinest

at a lot to which all of thy sex and station are, of necessity,

subject!"

"For the offence against Providence I am already a penitent," returned

the Donna Violetta. "But surely it would be less embarrassing to a girl

of sixteen, were the fathers of the state so much occupied with more

weighty affairs as to forget her birth and years, and haply her wealth?"

"There would be little merit in being content with a world fashioned

after our own caprices, though it may be questioned if we should be

happier by having all things as we desire than by being compelled to

submit to them as they are. The interest taken by the Republic in thy

particular welfare, daughter, is the price thou payest for the ease and

magnificence with which thou art encircled. One more obscure, and less

endowed by fortune, might have greater freedom of will, but it would be

accompanied by none of the pomp which adorns the dwelling of thy

fathers."

"I would there were less of luxury and more of liberty within its

walls."

"Time will enable thee to see differently. At thy age all is viewed in

colors of gold, or life is rendered bootless, because we are thwarted in

our ill-digested wishes. I deny not, however, that thy fortune is

tempered by some peculiar passages. Venice is ruled by a policy that is

often calculating, and haply some deem it remorseless." Though the voice

of the Carmelite had fallen, he paused and glanced an uneasy look from

beneath his cowl ere he continued. "The caution of the senate teaches it

to preclude, as far as in it lies, the union of interests that may not

only oppose each other, but which may endanger those of the state. Thus,

as I have said, none of senatorial rank may hold lands without the

limits of the Republic, nor may any of account connect themselves, by

the ties of marriage, with strangers of dangerous influence, without the

consent and supervision of the Republic. The latter is thy situation,

for of the several foreign lords who seek thy hand the council see none

to whom the favor may be extended without the apprehension of creating

an influence here, in the centre of the canals, which ought not to be

given to a stranger. Don Camillo Monforte, the cavalier to whom thou art

indebted for thy life, and of whom thou hast so lately spoken with

gratitude, has far more cause to complain of these hard decrees, than

thou mayest have, in any reason."

"'Twould make my griefs still heavier, did I know that one who has shown

so much courage in my behalf, has equal reason to feel their justice,"

returned Violetta, quickly. "What is the affair that, so fortunately for

me, hath brought the Lord of Sant' Agata to Venice, if a grateful girl

may, without indiscretion, inquire?"

"Thy interest in his behalf is both natural and commendable," answered

the Carmelite, with a simplicity which did more credit to his cowl than

to his observation. "He is young, and doubtless he is tempted by the

gifts of fortune and the passions of his years to divers acts of

weakness. Remember him, daughter, in thy prayers, that part of the debt

of gratitude may be repaid. His worldly interest here is one of general

notoriety, and I can ascribe thy ignorance of it only to a retired

manner of life."

"My charge hath other matters to occupy her thoughts than the concerns

of a young stranger, who cometh to Venice for affairs," mildly observed

Donna Florinda,

"But if I am to remember him in my prayers, Father, it might enlighten

my petition to know in what the young noble is most wanting."

"I would have thee remember his spiritual necessities only. He wanteth,

of a truth, little in temporalities that the world can offer, though the

desires of life often lead him who hath most in quest of more. It would

seem that an ancestor of Don Camillo was anciently a senator of Venice,

when the death of a relation brought many Calabrian signories into his

possession. The younger of his sons, by an especial decree, which

favored a family that had well served the state, took these estates,

while the elder transmitted the senatorial rank and the Venetian

fortunes to his posterity. Time hath extinguished the elder branch; and

Don Camillo hath for years besieged the council to be restored to those

rights which his predecessor renounced."

"Can they refuse him?"

"His demand involves a departure from established laws. Were he to

renounce the Calabrian lordships, the Neapolitan might lose more than he

would gain; and to keep both is to infringe a law that is rarely

suffered to be dormant. I know little, daughter, of the interests of

life; but there are enemies of the Republic who say that its servitude

is not easy, and that it seldom bestows favors of this sort without

seeking an ample equivalent."

"Is this as it should be? If Don Camillo Monforte has claims in Venice,

whether it be to palaces on the canals, or to lands on the main; to

honors in the state, or voice in the senate; justice should be rendered

without delay, lest it be said the Republic vaunts more of the sacred

quality than it practises."

"Thou speakest as a guileless nature prompts. It is the frailty of man,

my daughter, to separate his public acts from the fearful responsibility

of his private deeds; as if God, in endowing his being with reason and

the glorious hopes of Christianity, had also endowed him with two souls,

of which only one was to be cared for."

"Are there not those, Father, who believe that, while the evil we commit

as individuals is visited on our own persons, that which is done by

states, falls on the nation?"

"The pride of human reason has invented diverse subtleties to satisfy

its own longings, but it can never feed itself on a delusion more fatal

than this! The crime which involves others in its guilt or consequences,

is doubly a crime, and though it be a property of sin to entail its own

punishment, even in our present life, he trusts to a vain hope who

thinks the magnitude of the offence will ever be its apology. The chief

security of our nature is to remove it beyond temptation, and he is

safest from the allurements of the world who is farthest removed from

its vices. Though I would wish justice done to the noble Neapolitan, it

may be for his everlasting peace that the additional wealth he seeks

should be withheld."

"I am unwilling to believe, Father, that a cavalier, who has shown

himself so ready to assist the distressed, will easily abuse the gifts

of fortune."

The Carmelite fastened an uneasy look on the bright features of the

young Venetian. Parental solicitude and prophetic foresight were in his

glance, but the expression was relieved by the charity of a chastened

spirit.

"Gratitude to the preserver of thy life becomes thy station and sex; it

is a duty. Cherish the feeling, for it is akin to the holy obligation of

man to his Creator."

"Is it enough to feel grateful!" demanded Violetta. "One of my name and

alliances might do more. We can move the patricians of my family in

behalf of the stranger, that his protracted suit may come to a more

speedy end."

"Daughter, beware; the intercession of one in whom St. Mark feels so

lively an interest, may raise up enemies to Don Camillo, instead of

friends."

Donna Violetta was silent, while the monk and Donna Florinda both

regarded her with affectionate concern. The former then adjusted his

cowl, and prepared to depart. The noble maiden approached the Carmelite,

and looking into his face with ingenuous confidence and habitual

reverence, she besought his blessing. When the solemn and customary

office was performed, the monk turned towards the companion of his

spiritual charge. Donna Florinda permitted the silk, on which her needle

had been busy, to fall into her lap, and she sat in meek silence, while

the Carmelite raised his open palms towards her bended head. His lips

moved, but the words of benediction were inaudible. Had the ardent being

intrusted to their joint care been less occupied with her own feelings,

or more practised in the interests of that world into which she was

about to enter, it is probable she would have detected some evidence of

that deep but smothered sympathy, which so often betrayed itself in the

silent intelligence of her ghostly father and her female Mentor.

"Thou wilt not forget us, Father?" said Violetta, with winning

earnestness. "An orphan girl, in whose fate the sages of the Republic so

seriously busy themselves, has need of every friend in whom she can

confide."

"Blessed be thy intercessor," said the monk, "and the peace of the

innocent be with thee."

Once more he waved his hand, and turning, he slowly quitted the room.

The eye of Donna Florinda followed the white robes of the Carmelite,

while they were visible; and when it fell again upon the silk, it was

for a moment closed, as if looking at the movements of the rebuked

spirit within. The young mistress of the palace summoned a menial, and

bade him do honor to her confessor, by seeing him to his gondola. She

then moved to the open balcony. A long pause succeeded; it was such a

silence, breathing, thoughtful, and luxurious with the repose of Italy,

as suited the city and the hour. Suddenly Violetta receded from the open

window, and withdrew a step, in alarm.

"Is there a boat beneath?" demanded her companion, whose glance was

unavoidably attracted to the movement.

"The water was never more quiet. But thou hearest those strains of the

hautboys?"

"Are they so rare on the canals, that they drive thee from the balcony?"

"There are cavaliers beneath the windows of the Mentoni palace;

doubtless they compliment our friend Olivia."

"Even that gallantry is common. Thou knowest that Olivia is shortly to

be united to her kinsman, and he takes the usual means to show his

admiration."

"Dost thou not find this public announcement of a passion painful? Were

I to be wooed, I could wish it might only be to my own ear."

"That is an unhappy sentiment for one whose hand is in the gift of the

Senate! I fear that a maiden of thy rank must be content to hear her

beauty extolled and her merits sung, if not exaggerated, even by

hirelings beneath a balcony."

"I would that they were done!" exclaimed Violetta, stopping her ears.

"None know the excellence of our friend better than I; but this open

exposure of thoughts that ought to be so private, must wound her."

"Thou mayest go again into the balcony; the music ceases."

"There are gondoliers singing near the Rialto--these are sounds I love!

Sweet in themselves, they do no violence to our sacred feelings. Art

thou for the water to-night, my Florinda?"

"Whither would'st thou?"

"I know not; but the evening is brilliant, and I pine to mingle with the

splendor and pleasure without."

"While thousands on the canals pine to mingle with the splendor and

pleasure within! Thus is it ever with life: that which is possessed is

little valued, and that which we have not is without price."

"I owe my duty to my guardian," said Violetta; "we will row to his

palace."

Though Donna Florinda had uttered so grave a moral, she spoke without

severity. Casting aside her work, she prepared to gratify the desire of

her charge. It was the usual hour for the high in rank and the secluded

to go abroad; and neither Venice with its gay throng, nor Italy with its

soft climate, ever offered greater temptation to seek the open air.

The groom of the chambers was called, the gondoliers were summoned, and

the ladies, cloaking and taking their masks, were quickly in the boat.

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