VIA DELLE SERVE SMARRITE.

"There was long ago, in what was afterwards called the Via delle Serve

Smarrite, or Stray Maid-Servants' Street, a very ancient and immensely

large house, which was generally supposed to be vacant, and in which no

one cared to dwell, or even approach, since there were dreadful tales of

evil deeds done in it, and reports that it was a gathering-place for

witches, goblins, and _diavoli_. The clanking of chains and peals of

horrid laughter rung from its chambers at midnight, blue and green fires

gleamed from its windows, and everybody all around had heard from

somebody else that the nightmares had there their special nest, from

which they sailed forth to afflict all Florence.

"Yet all this was a trick which was often played in those days, when

_gente non dabbene_ or evil folk and outlaws wanted to keep a house to

themselves, and there were no newspapers to publish every mystery. For

there were a great many who went in there, but few who ever came out, and

these were all young and pretty servant-maids. And the way it was

managed was this. When such girls were sent to the market to buy

provisions, they always met there or elsewhere an old woman who pretended

to be extremely pious, {43} who, by using many arts and making small

gifts, and above all by subtle flatteries, persuaded them that service

was only fit for _gentaccia_ or the dregs of the people, and that,

beautiful and graceful as they were, they needed only live like ladies

for a little time at ease, and they would soon be fit to marry some

Signore, and that she herself would thus maintain them, hoping they would

pay her well for it all when once married. And I need not say that the

trick generally succeeded.

"The house to which they were led was ugly and repulsive outside, but

within there were beautiful rooms of all kinds, magnificently furnished,

and the new-comers were promptly bathed, elegantly attired, and jewelled

from head to foot, and instead of serving, had maids given them as

attendants, and everything conceivable was done to make their life as

pleasant and demoralising among themselves as possible. But in due time

they found out that a certain Signore was lord of the house and of

themselves, and that he gradually led them into the strangest and most

terrible orgies, and finally into witchcraft, after which one disappeared

mysteriously after the other, none knew whither, but as there were always

fresh arrivals to take their places, nobody heeded it.

"However, this mournful disappearance of pretty servant-maids became at

last so frequent and was so mysterious, that it began to be much talked

about. Now there was a certain gentleman, a man himself of great

authority and intelligence, who had heard of these vanishments and hoped

to find out their cause. And one night at a very late hour, when he was

passing by the mysterious house, he heard from it now and then sounds

like groans mingled with the clanking of chains, and saw red and blue and

green lights at the windows, but by keeping still he also distinguished

the sound of music and girls' voices laughing and singing; and stealing

near in the darkness, and fearing no devils, he contrived to climb up to

a window, and pulling aside a curtain, peeped in, when he beheld plainly

enough a great many beautiful women in scant array, or a real dance of

witches, and being marvellously attracted by the sight of so many charms

so liberally displayed, he naturally desired to enter the gay party.

"And here chance favoured him beyond all hope; for on going to the door,

he found an old woman about to enter, to whom he gave a gold piece, and

begged her to tell him the true story of the house, and whether he could

enter it. But what was his amazement to find in her his old

foster-mother of the country, whom he had not seen for many years, and

who loved him dearly.

"And she, being pressed, told him the whole story of the house, wherein

she was a servant, but that she had grown deadly tired of such evil ways,

and seeing such sin as went on there, though she was well paid, and said

if he would only give her a home, she would reveal all to justice. And

she added that for the present he could freely join the girls who were

dancing, as the wizard, their master, was away that night.

"But when he entered, he was amazed at the splendour of the rooms and the

beauty of the women. Now among these he found one who truly enchanted

him, and entering into conversation with her, found that she would gladly

escape with him, and that many others were inclined to leave, but dare

not show it for fear of the master.

"Then the Signore, addressing all the girls, told them that in a few

hours the guards or police would, by his orders, be in the house, and

advised them to at once seize on all the valuables on which they could

lay their hands, and pack up their bundles and depart, and that he

himself would write for every one a free pass to let her go with the

property. And truly he had hardly spoken ere there began such a

plundering and pillaging, sacking and spoliation, as it would have done

your heart good to see, and which was like the taking of a rich town,

only that the marauders were all maidens. Here was one rolling up silver

spoons, cups, anything she could get, in a shawl; there another filling a

bag with jewellery, and a silver ladle sticking out of her bosom or back;

anon a couple of Venuses fighting for a splendid garment, while a superb

Hebe ravished a golden goblet, and an enchanting Vesta, if not a vestal,

appropriated most appropriately a silver lamp. Some pulled down the

curtains, others rolled up the costly Venetian rugs; they drank wine when

they were thirsty, and quarrelled and laughed and shrieked, as a parcel

of wild servant-girls in a mad frolic might be expected to do. It was a

fine sight--'one worthy of a great artist or De Goncourt,' notes Flaxius.

"When lo! all at once there was an awful and simultaneous shriek as the

door opened, and the _Domine_--I mean the headmaster, wizard, or

sultan--entered, gazing like an astonished demon on the scene before his

eyes. In a voice of thunder he asked the meaning of the scene, when he

found himself confronted by the intruding Signore, before whom his heart

run away like water when he recognised in him a man having very great

authority, with the police at his back.

"Now, servant-maids, however pretty they may be, are mostly _contadine_

with powerful muscles and mighty arms, and with one accord they rushed on

their late master, and soon overpowered him. Then he was securely bound

with silken curtain ropes, and the new Signore, taking his place at a

great table, bade all the damsels range themselves at the sides in solemn

council, for the offender was now to be tried, condemned, and punished

too, should he be found guilty.

"The trial was indeed one of peculiar interest, and the testimony adduced

would have made the fortune of a French novelist, but space (if nothing

else) prohibits my giving it. Suffice it to say that the wizard was

found guilty of taking unto himself an undue share of pretty

hand-maidens, a great sin considering the number of gallant soldiers and

other bachelors who were thereby defrauded of their dues. But as he had

neither murdered nor stolen, it was decided to let him go and carry on

his games in some less Christian town, on condition that he would divide

what money he had in the house among the poor girls whom he had so

cruelly cajoled.

"And as this last sentence was plaintively pronounced, there was a deep

and beautiful sigh uttered by all the victims, followed by three cheers.

The master's strong-box was at once hunted up, and its contents shared,

and indeed they were so considerable that the maidens one and all soon

married nobly and lived happily."

* * * * *

The written story, with a pleasing instinct of Italian thrift, adds that

the conquering Signore purchased the property, in fact, the whole street,

at a very low figure, before the facts became known, and gave the place

the name of the _Via delle Serve Smarrite_, as it is still called by the

people, despite its new official christening.

"Ye may break, ye may ruin the flask if ye will,

But the scent of the brandy will hang round it still."

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