Was intimated to Onofrio, all Man could do-that did he to save himself. So young too, from his grim entanglement. There must be no diversion of the law. Justice is justice, and the magistrate Bears not the sword in vain. Who sins must die. So, the Marchese had his head cut off Adequate to his birth and breed,— poor boy!— To Paolo's enterprise? Mere sealing lips Or, better, saying, “When I counseled him 'To do as might beseem a cavalier,' What could I mean but, Hide our parent's shame As Christian ought, by aid of Holy Church! Bury it in a convent—ay, beneath Enough dotation to prevent its ghost From troubling earth!'" Mere saying thus,-'tis plain, Not only were his life the recompense, But he had manifestly proved himself True Christian, and in lieu of punishment Been praised of all men !-So the populace. Anyhow, when the Pope made promise good (That of Aldobrandini, near and dear) And gave Taverna, who had toiled so much, A cardinal's equipment, some such word As this from mouth to ear went saucily: “Taverna's cap is dyed in what he drew From Santa Croce's veins!" So joked the world. I add: Onofrio left one child behind, To life the shorter for her father's fate. To that Orsini House from whence it came : To Santa Croce from their ancestors. And no word more? By all means! Would you know The authoritative answer, when folks urged “What made Aldobrandini, hound-like stanch, Hunt out of life a harmless simpleton ?" The answer was-" Hatred implacable, Whose favor was Onofrio's. Pricked with pride, Display a ring, the Cardinal's love-gift, Given to Onofrio as the lady's gage; Which ring on finger, as he put forth hand To draw a tapestry, the Cardinal Saw and knew, gift and owner, old and young; He quenched with what could quench fire only--blood. The unwise boy, a certain festal eve, Feigned ignorance of who the wight might be To put a face upon the incident, Dared next day, smug as ever, go pay court I' the Cardinal's antechamber. Mark and mend, So ends the chronicler, beginning with Ay, or how otherwise had come to pass PORPHYRIA'S LOVER. I. THE rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, And did its worst to vex the lake, I listened with heart fit to break. II. When glided in Porphyria; straight Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; Which done, she rose, and from her form III. Withdrew the dripping cloak and And laid her soiled gloves by, untied plied, IV. She put my arm about her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced, And, stooping, made my cheek lie there, And spread o'er all her yellow hair, V. Murmuring how she loved me-she Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor, To set its struggling passion free From pride, and vainer ties dissever, VI. But passion sometimes would prevail, A sudden thought of one so pale For love of her, and all in vain : VII. Be sure I looked up at her eyes Happy and proud: at last I knew Porphyria worshiped me; surprise Made my heart swell, and still it grew While I debated what to do, VIII. That moment she was mine, mine fair, In one long yellow string I wound IX. And strangled her. No pain felt she; I warily oped her lids: again X. And I untightened next the tress About her neck; her cheek once more XI. Her head, which droops upon it still: So glad it has its utmost will, That all it scorned at once is fled, XII. Porphyria's love: she guessed not how And thus we sit together now. And all night long we have not stirred, FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL. A Reminiscence of A.D. 1676. I. No, boy, we must not (so began My Uncle-he's with God long since- We must not (and he seemed to wince, II. When I was young indeed,-ah, faith III. I'll tell you (and his eye regained IV. There was, then, in my youth, and yet A wayside ground wherein they thrust We may perchance incur no blame V. There, anyhow, Jews stow away Their dead; and,—such their insolence, Slink at odd times to sing and pray As Christians do-all make-pretense! Which wickedness they perpetrate Because they think no Christians see. They reckoned here, at any rate, VI. For, what should join their plot of ground Ran betwixt this their ground and that |