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have stamped the falsity in characters of fire! I beg your pardon, my lord," said the spirited Luzzara, "for uttering my thoughts aloud, so boldly; yet I must say, that you have been much to blame, indeed greatly reprehensible."

"I know it," replied Anselmo; "and therefore admitting its truth, I am not offended with you. Liberty in opinion is every man's right; and where it is cherished, and held in veneration, that I call a free country.

"But learn further," continued the count, "before you pass a sentence of condemnation. Concealment was of absolute necessity, on account of my father's long and ardent wishes for me to contract a marriage with a lady, nearly related to the reigning duke of Savoy; another prevailing reason was my knowledge of Rodolphus's aspiring mind, and lofty ideas of the consequence of his family being lineal descendants of the Roman emperor Constantine. These



motives, therefore, were of sufficient weight to induce me to secrecy-Rodolphus would have considered our attachment as a degradation. I valued him as a friend; the discovery, I thought, might have converted him into an enemy. have lost no opportunity of serving Rodolphus; which, I trust, has fully balanced the act of my youthful indiscretion. Although love was then a stranger to my heart, having made a promise, as a man of honour I should have strictly adhered to it; that dereliction of principle it is which now continually torments me; my conscience reproaches me with no other."

"Poor Eleonora !" sighed Luzzara. "Poor, indeed," replied the count, "in every thing but love; and that assimilated her with angels; for never could I learn, either from word or history, that passion entertained with so much celestial purity and softening lustre, as by Eleonora. To cherish a hopeless flame, is a resolution

so uncommon in the female sex, where pride, and revenge for unreturned affection, too oft come to their aid, and banish every virtue we expect to see displayed in woman, that I may say, she was a ne plus ultra, possessing a firmness so truly heroical, that her remembrance (should the story of Eleonora be made known) must command the admiration of our sex, and be ever held in reverence, and truly commiserated."

"I perceive, my lord," said the youth, "you have a mind sufficient to do justice to her virtues; and I have no doubt you deeply lamented her untimely death. Pity, therefore, at length gained the desired interest in your thoughts, to which love was denied?"

"It did; and for many years," said the affected Anselmo, "I have been accustomed to visit her tomb, and to shed tears of contrition over the precious relic it contained. The rest must be a blank; except that the subtle god, whose


power I have so often derided, became at last triumphant; and severely, in my unbounded affection for Almeria, have I felt the effects of his, although suspended, yet never-failing vengeance."

Luzzara perceived the contending emotions of grief and despair, which now more than ever agitated the breast of the noble captive; he endeavoured, therefore, to recall the mind from dwelling so intensely on these unavoidable misfortunes, by saying, that a rumour had been circulated that morning in the garrison, of the return of signior Lusignan from Sardinia; and that his secretary had been seen at the royal palace, for the purpose, it was supposed, of imparting to the duke some important communication. "Pray Heaven he may have been successful!" then exclaimed Luzzara; and continued, "For the meritorious part you have acted, my lord, in this dread accusation, according to my humble opinion, has been very differently thought of by the multitude;

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multitude; they construe your silence into an acknowledgement of guilt, and say, If count Anselmo had been innocent, he would have avowed it; for goodness is never fearful.' But,' says another, you forget his haughty and unbending disposition, when in the height of power, would never yield a single point, or bend the knee, even to sovereignty."

"Do they talk thus of me?" interrupted Anselmo, his animated countenance now lightened up with honest indignation at the inconsistency of man. "I, who have passed half my life with undiminished ardour for the general good; and is this the return they make for the many long nights of watchful care, and days of unwearied study, that I have spent for their welfare, and my country's glory? Oh, fickle Fortune!" exclaimed Anselmo ; "where is the breast in which thou delightest to dwell? Not with honour, for a single breath can destroy the noble fabric


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