stood silently, waiting the renewal of the storm. But the boy knelt before her with so much grace, held her hand with so tender a pressure and spoke in so silvery a tone, that she would not break off his gentle adjuration. It was now finished, and he rose dat com mand. He difted his eyes to her face; found that propitiousness was hover ing there already, and added, with a smile, "May you be as happy as you are handsome. The smile might have been construed into anything, Rabi nelli set it down for a very allowable snéer ati a visage, where, to his diden, alle charms had long disappeared. The lady, who shade a different opinions of her face, took it not even as French women would, as a compliment, but ascan Italian, join the serious way, of a debt. In fact, the Signora had been ai celebrated beauty, and had been once a village belle, then an opera dan cerothena prima donha of the San Carlogisonnetteered by half the abbati and improvisatori idlers from Vesuvius to the Alps; cicisbeo'd by a cardinal, and, in the opinion of the Marchesa di Friolera, whose income had fallen off rapidly at this crisis, subsidized by an Austrian prince, arow 3 toi nạp ng -How she rolled down the chill of fortune from this eminence till she rolled into the arms of little fat Rubi nelli, it would be difficult to tell But she brought with her all of her charms, talents, wealth, and dignities, that can be couched in the comprehensive word firecollection" bemelord‡ ai bus

nobles.Butstheo was wiser than way English-born pencil could be. Instead of lingering through life, painting the padding faces of opulent citizenship, or the stony superciliousness of titled physiognomy, he applied himself to the patriotic task of increasing the pictorial riches of his country. Tintorets and Rosas, Raphaels and Julio Romanos, rushed from his creative hand; many a haughty gallery that would have repelled with instinctive scorn the name of the little adipose workman of Milan, was indebted to his working for half its honours, All masters and all subjects came alike to him. He dashed off the gloom of Caravaggio, beamed in the amenity of Albano, Hamed with the sullen fires of Spagnoletti, Dand flooded earth and heaven with the golden glories of Titian. "He was, in the course of the same week, a Lombard, a Röman, a Bolognese, a Venetian! On the peculiar emergency of & higher price being offered, he would condescend to be even a Fleming, and exhibit the lavish muscular energy and gorgeous colouring of Rubens, ör call up Rembrandt, surrounded by all his magic of shadowy and spectral splendour. 19sq f„Besido sit And all this miracle was wrought with the greatest facility imaginable. Not an original idea was flung away); not a new inch of canvass stained. The whole machinery was raised on the destruction of an occasional pile of old pictures, rejected of gallery, shop, and stall alike. Here, indeed, was havoc. The whole tribe of the ancient lumberer of the pencil, the Arpiños, the Carpaccios, the Lucheftos, the Cimabugs, the Agostines, went to instant oblivion, or rather were transmuted into an immortality of varnish" and connoisseurship, to endure until the colouring peeled off from the ancient ground, and showed the heads of dingy virgins, and iron visaged saints of the fourteenth century, forcing their way to light through the dropping roses and fading forms of the virgins and saints of the nineteerith.

The Signor Rubinelli was clever, as whats Italian is not clever in his contriving to live by his art, or with his wife; clever in contriving to keep up his rosy rotundity,wand clever in contriving to keep his cars on his head, or his head on his shouldersa ni -Vincentiorapidly made his way. The Signora was past the period of inprudence, and having lost the female propensity for seeing an adorer at her feet, she retained with the more vigour the female propensity for having a slave, bocant bus voile LoThe Signior Rubinelli had found a young auxiliary in his art, and augured, in the boy's facility and fire, the vising of ad prosperous trade to his Atelier The Signior was an able artist. But who in Milan would employ economists would say, in the superaa modernonia Honuight have as well hundance of the article in the darket. been born an Englishnan, and looked The simple fact, that every third inan for patronage among this compatiivt in Italy is a picture-dealer, all that VOL. XVIII.

Yet, in contradiction to the common opinion, that a rogue wants nothing büt cleverness, or a clever man nothing but roguery, to be rich, the Signior was not rich. The cause was, as the political

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It had cost her ten years since the General's death to get rid of the recollections of a state, which, she after professed gave her the most complete conception of the galleys. But there is a tide in all affairs; the showy Marchesa began to feel that she was still made, for society. The ew romance of those pictures struck in its stamp upon her f her fancy the plastic on the first sight of the she convinced herself that this was the the man made for her

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Vincentio had now lived five years with his friend, and was grown up into manly beauty. But the glowing Marchesa was doomed to be unfor tunate. Attraction of dress perpetual ly changing tenderness of accent soliciting his sensibilities in every form of the pathetic a pair of the most magnificent black eyes on this sid of the Alps, restlessly pouring in thei fire all were in vain, the whole as sault and battery of passion, seemed wasted on his impenetrable soulYashe was of it iron more than man, or less; passion enough to have liquified a Pope and all his Cardinals was,utterly thrown away on this impregnable rock of a painter bolloqui se 15 Lungi ancor dal Campidoglio ris

Vi son alure a queste eguali bas sighed the Marchesad "but if they are, they are in Siberia, and may all the. saints keep them thereofsib vrotst

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. "A Story of the South. his work. The lady was not to be a fatigued, or she consoled herself for the fatigue by the duty of patronizing unknown genius, us, and the lately discover ed conviction that her portraits were suitable br presents for the va Tious branches of her noble family. Vincentio Wa was happy-a fine woman was before his eyes, ஜாதாக a. fine House round him, 1 hopes of distinction wer were tising in his fancy, and his pencil, Which to his enthusiasm would have Been an an equivalent for was constantly in his hands, 27697 V1T01-bug Tepe was now the height of

buttons cominunicated, and the enamoured widow was still more enamoured. The 36n, who never knew his father, might be the son of a prince in disguise, there was romance in his birth romance in His lifead romance In his beauty and tefifold üföre 46 mance in the glowing soul of the ma ture Marchesa. She next ventured on the tender inquiry, whether those pictures, in which His pencil had per Betually revived the same expression, assaint or sinner, under hood, voil and turban, aia Hot owe their simili tude to some face that he had loved,

and the Marchesa, to or could love? This was unfortunate, 1970 me air from a fountain her bus many for Vincentio at once admitted that it gardens, had changed the sittings to was the recollection of a countenance a Suite Off Tooms in another face of the that had struck him several years beforeThe story of his meeting with the Italian girls the giver of that ring which still gleamed on his hand, was told and his listener was for the first time aware, that whatever right artame she might obtain over the heart, the imagination was gone. 0097 to 9gsfasv 94 But Her rival Had been a child. Time had passed the lover i Hover he was, had seen her no more anna fortune, wealth, title and time, were irresistible with nifie tenths of ana kind." The reasoning shot through her mind, and her eye sparkled again. Yet she was agitated, the authorfuge of her claims on universal homage had now been disputed for the first time. She suddenly felt the oppresive tem pefature of the day with increased op pression, buried herself in the shade of the roses that hung in at bloom and fragrance over the garden window returned, quarrelled with the picture, reprobated the insolence, folly, and tyranny of man to Vincentio's Surprise, declared that she would sit no more to his pencil; and then, with a strange mixture of haugh tiness and humility, forced a ring of great value on him, and rushed out of the roompoob as notdiqo iods Jaid 119 It was impossible to mistakes this disturbance of a proud and tempes

He was like the general class of the Italian nobility, a man of des of desperate means, an of talent, a Volcano of passion and pride, and a first-rate gladitor. He had watched the rich withe Tabw with the Ububle keenness of avarice and discovery of her inclination The Smot like a death-warrant To Challenge the paint er was out of the question, it would breed a fracas, it might procure him a sentence of exile, it must degrade his Sword, and, worst of all evils, it must make the Marchesa hostile for life. The simple for all was to run This sword without defiance or disturb alice through the presumptuous paint er. So thought and so did the most Brilliant Tulliano of of Milau, the Signior Jacopo Vellet

10 The portait had been brought back usual room

Portait haof the sittings, to tuous bosom, and Vincentio felt hith

receive some final touches. Its state fy subject had, on this day felt her self impelled more than ever to distinctly ask Vincentio to marry her;"

bin to ask the question for himself, sshe had wandered into a long prefatory dialogue relative to his histo dyw no new lite 19tais gavoy edT