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Titian, having buried a dear versation with him. Now, Frederi. friend, forthwith left the mourners, go was a youth whose heart was in and took his journey to his own his countenance, and that was lit by house and habits. It chanced that all the energy, enthusiasm, and hopes he fell in company with a young of unpractised years; wild as a roe, gentleman named Frederigo, gay of noble as a panther; beautiful as a heart, and who, having a good for flower; the giant passion had not tune, travelled from place to place yet mutinied against the fine natural with his attendants, whither his will temperament of his youthful mind. led him.

And Titian thought to himself, this The day was glowing warm, the young man is as the earthly deity air cool and gentle, the fervid sun of such a day of beauty as this; and, veiled in a rack of clouds : the way, being that he is so pare from the that Titian rode was a pattern of na: stains and customs of the world, he ture's rarest work : woods and wa teaches us that are in years sweet ters, pastures and lawny meadows lessons from the book of Heaven; gemmed over with flowers, that and he turned suddenly and said, breathed into the air, sweetening its

your father and mother live?" freshness ; the pastoral orchards, the And it dashed him as if you should green coppice, the yellow hay, the cast a stone into a spring, and tears distant hills, as in a chaotic belt were in his eyes; and Titian seeing kissing the hemisphere, o'ereanopied this, and that he had no mind to by the clear blue sky.' Titian, full speak, talked to him immediately, of the harmony of beauty and nature, and requested that he would go with and lingering in thought on the him to his house and stay his pleatone of a beautiful cloud that faded

sure. Frederigo having ordered his fast away, struck on his breast, say attendants to provide themselves in ing, Why should men die?” The a village hard by, went with Titian tear of bitterness that started to his to his house. There he had ample eye fell to his beard; his face was time to himself; from the nature of placid and his heart expanded with Titian's profession, he could not be joy, and he said, “ Thou spirit of often in his company, nor was it demy dear friend who is in the new sirable, beyond a relaxation of mind cold grave, judge not hardly of me, with an honest companion. Fredenor limit my affection, if I am so rigo had no professional respect for soon glad, while those my fellow his host; he had heard others speak mourners still wet the earth with highly of his name, but knew notears; though they bear so great thing himself of paintings. Titian a show of sadness, yet is my memory did not like him the less for this. of longer life; for I shall never He spent his time in hawking and forget thee and thy goodness: it hunting, with other amusements in may so happen, that years hence the open air: joining all masks and when they shall laugh a ready cho- sports, rural and of the palace. The rus at some idle jest, I shall miss two never grew tired of each other's thee from the circle, and groan in

company; and Frederigo missed his secret; they could not love thee bet father less than ever, though, perter whilst thou livedst, nor shall they haps, he thought more often of him. regret thee more deeply since thou It happened one day that his favouart gone, though I know not the rite falcon crossed a wild hawk in howling Indian, nor loudness in his flight, and more by fortune than grief.” And he parted his hair from power brought it down; being struck his forehead, and gathered it from with the peculiar beauty of its form his neck to taste well the temper of and colour, he crossed the field and the air: and suddenly a laugh fell carried it to Titian's chamber, where upon his ear as musical as a rising he was painting, to shew it him ; lark, or as if swept from a mellow the dew of the morning was yet upon harp, and Frederigo rode gallantly its feathers, and though the energy up and accosted Titian, who, having of life was gone, it was very beauti. looked well upon him, fell into con ful. Titian looked upon it some Eur. Mag. Vol. 82,

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time thinking, and said, “ At the and having paused a moment, said, further end of the chamber thou wilt “Uncle, I cannot think what has see one painted as like this as fire is come to your guest, that he is so out to fire; this is the only one that I of spirits, so thoughtful, and silent; have ever seen like it; if a love of he who was the first at all our dancnatural beauty induced you to wish ings and rejoicings, who was as I should sympathise with your de cheerful as the lark, and as merry light, a reflection of it may also as the day was long, plays nought vary and add to it, go, it will not but melancholy, ditties on his pipe, be time lost.” He went and, cast and is become silent and pale. It is ing his eye on the bird, was asto sad, indeed, to see such a change in nished to see the equal beauty and bim." And Titian said, “I have precision there was in the energy of noted much of this myself, but you, acute animal existence of that upon Aimé, have gone beyond me in the the canvas ; the spleen and power strictness of your observation, for I blended in the eye; the mixture of knew not his sadness was so great." wilfulness and repose in the figure, “ Sir, it is deep and mellow.” “I what, he had looked on for many shall believe you, Aimé, seeing there years without knowing it; his mind is so much feeling in what yon say glanced at his own bird while in the respecting Frederigo." "Every one, , act of falling, and he wondered at Sir, must feel for so kind a gentlethis close alliance to nature. Hav man, and J claim the general priviing perused thus far, with wonder lege. And Titian said, “ blush and delight, he fell to examining not, but kiss me: and may Time be the picture : it was of a young and too much occupied in the jostling of beautiful woman with her favourite nations, and the shocks of the world, falcon. The bird was on her wrist ever to bring about the breaking of his beak toying with a diamond so gentle and humane a heart as trembling in her ear, which, from thine." And Aimé having embraced the sidelong inclination of her head, him, she was silent through excessive approached too near his jealous eye; feeling. her lips were barely parted, as if Now Titian was too old a scholar with breathing; her face pallid, in in the book of nature to need the tensely sweet and thoughtful; her effect, in matters of the heart, to eneyes were large and blue, and dwelt able him to discover the cause ; and upon her thought ; her head was had been too great a listener to the gently bent; her Italian ringlets, as

long tale of humanity, that is reit were, danced with her breath; peated each day of our lives by every their shadow was on her breast; tongue, and all people; and that, by some streamed upon her arm and the ratification of silent thought, is shoulder like water; it was as yel- hallowed in the heart. The next low as gold. In her other hand a day Titian called Frederigo to bim lily hung; the act of thought per: and told him, that he intended to vaded even her fingers ; they rested walk that day, as it was so fine on the stalk with sensibility. Was (being early in June) and he should she thinking of beauty ? Yea, to be happy if he would bring his pipe music music unheard”-music of and accompany him; with which Frethe soul, which is “the breath of derigo joyfully complied, for there thoughts."

was a sweetness of wisdom in Titian's At night, Frederigo went with discourse, that in his gayest moods Titian, and again in the morning he sunk deep into his heart as seeds found a pretence to be there ; there in rich ground, and nourished his was a charm in it which he could reflection, and lighted him in the not account for, strong, and gentle perplexity of thought. as it was, that kept even his thoughts There was at some distance a cer. there when he himself was absent. tain favourite haunt of Titian's, and

One night when Titian and his thither they arrived just before noon. niece Aimé, who was a girl of great And Frederigo said, “ Do I not hear loveliness and sensibility, though some music in the distance." Titian very young, were sitting quietly to answered, “ yes, it proceeds from the gether, she dropt the flowers from vale of orchards yonder, in which her hand which she was arranging, we shall walk presently."

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a vale, on each side me; they bow to me for what I am, guarded by irregular hills, as though not for what I have laboured to do. the waves of the sea should fix in I would sooner be thought well of the act of undulation; on each hill by one who had never nuttered my was an orchard in full bloom, and name nor met my eye, but knew between them rills of water ran down me in his heart, through my works, into a rivulet in the bed of the val- and would dedicate one sigh to my ley; and the hedges or boundaries memory, than hold the chief banner being of may-bush, and covered with in the parade of art. Those whocloudy blossoms, no place could be give me place and superiority flatter so fit for a prayer and fervent thanks not my pride, but insult me as much giving-yea, not even a house of as those who would debase me from adversity; and from swarms of bees, what I am, for nature is above us that laboured in the fervor of the all, the most we can do is to copy noon-day sun, there proceeded one her; and the chief virtue, as the continued melodious hum, as if of world goes, is its innocence.' minstrelsy, but of longer memory, “ You are as wise as good, as kind indeed.

to me as both." " Since I have When Frederigo had ceased the begun to get contented, and a little song Titian requested him to play, satisfied with myself

in my profes. he said to him, “ Frederigo, seeing sion, I can tell thee, Frederigo, that thy good manners and amiable na

no man has paid me so high a comture not only counterbalance that pliment as thyself; for how exquihospitality, which you render me sitely must my picture of the lady happy to share with you, yet there and the falcon be executed for you is some pledge necessary of a finer to fall in love with it, and sigh, and feeling to fill the depth of my heart; forsake your food.” Titian seeing in return for the enchanting manner he was full, and knowing there were in which you played that melancholy many difficulties in the way, said, air, that has, indeed, stirred the “ Büt, perhaps, she may be old ere spring of quiet thoughts (for I have this or dead, and must be the loveremembrances upon me of those who of your imagination.” And Fredeplayed and sang it when I was yet rigo said, “I do not think it, Titian,young, but whose hands are turned for there is a newness about the to dust, and whose voices are faded painting ; and, besides, I have seen into the oblivious air, years and the date which is upon it; if she be years ago--) Accept of me that dead - oh, Heavens! - why, then, picture of the lady and the falcon, good night: but I have hopes your which I know you do me so much words will fall short of either, or honour as to admire." And Frede the tone of your voice wronged me." rigo being embarrassed, said, " Sir, " I will not torture you—she lived this is so much that I know not how last year, but where she may be to answer yon; to accept your offer this, know not: she is a Milanese, gratefully must be thanks enough, and her name is Julia ; her family for I see not why my inexperience fell under the censure of the state should be lionoured with that which and was ruined; her sister loved a many persons who come to you, and nobleman, who, when her fortunes wonder at the great nature of your went, deserted her; she languished art, would be proud to receive at to death in consequence. It was your hands." Titian replied, “Good after this I took the picture of Julia, youth, you are deceived. Those who and to which she owes that wan memay come to me have but the husk lancholy look.” And Titian seeing and mask of love to my profession; a tear in Frederigo's eye, took his it is for the most part idle. They hand between his, and lowering do not love nature enough for me his voice more tenderly, said, “I to honour them; they think more of am afraid, gentle youth, thy hopes me than of my pictures, which is are buried within the walls of some insolent and no compliment: we love convent, for I have heard she retired honest men for honesty's sake: in to a religious house, from deserting this case, they pay me personal at friends and the cares of the world, tentions, but abridge my fame; they to weep—the only one of her family put my name into my cottin with remaining: but I know not, nor ered

could learn where it was she had be are beggars of comfort, rich only in stowed herself. , From the love I desire-go on.” “Sir, I have done, bore her face, I would fain have made I love one who is young and beautiher company for my gentle niece." ful, and that one doats upon another;

It was early morning, and Apollo, no more remembering me than Floready in promise, paused for the ra her dead flowers. I am as hopeslow unbarring of the eastern gate, less as one who pines for the image whilst winged spirits, with deep me of his dream, My thoughts are air, lody, showered' ambrosia over his and my sighs the doleful musie golden locks, tempering its sphered of my heart, that charms the crimlustre. His radiant sandal on, he son colour in my cheeks to deadly had scarce begun with glimpses of pale. The tyrant Love hath already his presence to warm away the pre- allotted me my grave ; he ravens up cious dew from the face of the earth, the date of a long life, and eats his when Frederigo came, hailing pro- way onward into my youth.” And pitiously his onward course into Frederigo said, “Shall we sing and the Vale of Orchards, thoughtful die? And yet, not so, though my and alone. He sat down beneath a eye becomes yellow as the daffodil, tree, and fell into deep inusing, when and my soul aches for her flight, yet suddenly he heard a voice near to will l die only through much pahim singing some stanzas, sweet and tience, so great is the love I bear sorrowful, the burthen of which was you, O Julia !”

And turning to most melancholy; and it hit so close- Lucio, he said, “ Sad one, hast thou ly on Frederigo's state of mind, nọ hopes that thy Lady may listen that he took up his pipe and accom to thy suit? Have you told of your panied with eloquent and melodious love? And Lucio looking piteously pathos. When the song was endedupon him, answered, “No, alas! I the myrtles were parted close at his could not bear the honey of such side, and there came forth a youth breath should utter any name but of delicate appearance, who advanc- mine. Her friendship stung me as ing, bowed to Frederigo courteously. forgiveness does penitence, it drove And Frederigo said, Gentle youth, me to sob aloud in the fields; but to any company but thine at this mo return to the object still unbeloved, ment would have been a painful in was to nurse my heart upon a bed of trusion, but I felt so much sympa- thorns, to nourish it with more grief. thy with thy song, which is encreased And seeing she was true in affection so much the more from thy appear for another, as I was in affection for ance, that I am fain to offer you her, I shed a few tears, and turning half this flowery bank, for I see a from the spot, wandered forth till tale of sorrow in thy face, which is Time should do its work, to find the food I eat, and those who have some other place to die than at her it are welcome to me". The youth foot.” Frederigo, embracing him, was silent, but sighed deeply. Fre, said, “ I thought I was the only miderigo said, " What is thy name, serable boy of the world; but these fair boy? If thy story be dear to tears are for you; I have heard your melancholy, feed my ears with it I tale, now hear mine ; and he told pray you ; if it is circumstantial and the story of the picture, and the fullnot of the heart, I can relieve it; if ness of his affection for the lady, and thy heart is bruised, I can yet shew added with a thick voice, “I know you one that is sick of as sad a not whether she be dead, her heart wound; come, sit and speak.” And possessed, or a wife-perhaps a mothe youth answered," My name is ther, I have taken leave of so sweet Lucio, my story is a sad and solitary and kind a friend, and have disinissed one as any in the world. My heart my attendants, and am going forward is in danger of breaking, My youth to Milan in search of the object of blushes at the confession when I tell my soul; and if you; ny companion you that I am in love. Woe, and in the heart-breaking way of the alas! though the great world will word, will become the companion laugh at my childish passion, yet, also of my steps, and partake of my I pray you, pity me.”. “Aye, verily bountiful fortune, I shall account wills, and we will share our wealth myself a little happy, even though it of pity between us. We lovers, that beguile me sometimes of the thought

of Julia.” Lucio was silent with tracing the weedy path, saying, emotion, but took his hand eagerly, “ Here hath Julia been-here her and, pressing it, raised it to his fer- foot has pressed the flowers-she vent lips, and they departed toge- , has dipped at yonder spring-upon ther. And Frederigo went forth- this bank her violets grew; and the with on his journey, the two ever self-same sun that shines now has contenting themselves with their own warmed her angel face, and cast her company, for which, indeed, they graceful shadow on the lawn-perwere only fit; but whenever they fell chance this bower is hers—here hath into conversation with strangers, Fre- she sung, or slept, or langhed, or derigo instinctively led the discourse grieved-Oh! what a space I look to Julia's family, and though he upon, for she is not here.” And could never learn any tidings of her, clasping his hands, his tears would he partly contented himself, seeing · Aow as he murmured, " Is she alive the pain with which every one spoke or dead?” The deity of Love to have of their misfortunes, and heartily heard it would have smiled, while cursing their enemies.

Humanity sighed. Arriving at Milan, he went imme Now Frederigo was haunting this diately to the house were Julia had spot one day when Lucio came to lived, but which was now a ruin, him, with a slow and portentous and having sighed to her memory, step, and with a countenance more he said, “Titian told me true in than usually melancholy, and graspsaying, that the policy of the world ing his hand, he said, suppressing and the feelings of the heart are two a sharp and bitter sigh,

is Gentle things; for Julia's father was an ho- Frederigo, I have noted of late that nest man, yet his house is in ruins

the ill success of thy search for thy through the State of Milan; he in lady has made great ravages upon his cold grave, his family, destroyed. thy health, in as much as it has deSuch is the bane of violent power prived thee of so much hope, which unqualified by honesty: Why did has hitherto alone supported you; I not remain a child? A little while and fearing that your life may be and I knew not that pillows received sacrificed to your love, I have been their boons of sighs and tears, as thinking of a way by which we may well as patient heads; the day was (if Fortune should favour us) gain never too long, the sun too hot, nor some knowledge of Julia.” And Frethe fields too green for my patience ; derigo cast a look upon him beyond my delight was young and fervent, all thanks, but said nothing: Lucio, nor yielded sighs for virtue's tears. speaking like one under the influI knew not truth could faint under ence of pain, continued, “I remempersecution, though not through ber when you were with Titian, that fear; I knew not of the mortality he gave to you a song which the of virtue, its pains, its death, its lady Julia used ever to sing to her faith, its immortality. I knew pot, sick sister before she died, and everto be unwisely honest was to be more afterwards, when alone, would whipped to death. I knew not of ease the melancholy of her spirit the grave folly; the over-crusted with it. Now, as we cannot doubt heart of this breathing world. But but that she is in some convent, I for thee, Julia, would I were again pray you let uş habit ourselves as a child, or old and grey, past care minstrels, and travel from gate to and hope and fear, and furnbling gate through the towns and villages, at death's door.” And turning to and highways, when, if she is within Lucio, he said, Yet heed me not, hearing of it, the strangeness of the good youth, I am sick with melan- thing will so act upon her feelings, choly; but for these fits I am of a that she will instantly discover her

self: you shall play on the pipe, Often would he go over the gar while I will sing. I remember the den, the orchard, and the grove, words ran thus :

Oh twine the melancholy braid

Of hemlock from the shade
Of murkey cave, ne'er sprinkled with fresh dew;

Pass by the flowers of spring,

But, moaning, hither bring
Circæan herbs of sallow, poisonous hue.

merry nature."

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