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London, England, 1822-11-29 00:00:00

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• VERONA, NOVEMBER le,
There was last night a very full attendance at the
Opera. Wben the first act was -nearly over-the Arch-
duchess MARIA LnUISA entered her box, attended by
two Maids of Honour, and her Grand Chamberlain
Count NRIPERG. When she first presented 'versa
she was wrapped up in a largekerseymere cloak,
trimmed round with erminF, the night being rather
cold, and on throwing'it aside, she appeared dressed
in a white satin slip, with a border of deep lace round
the bosom. Her neck and bosom, which are very
fine, were left quite exposed, and she wore no orna-
ments. Her headdress consisted of a small white
beaver hat, with a plume of ostrich feathers to cot-
reipond; fastened at the side in a rosette of white rib-
bon. She looked extremely interesting, and the more
so from the eventful scenes with which her bloom of
life has been associated. Immediately after the Opera
she went to attend a musical party at the Duke of
WELLINGTON'S, where Lady Iluitoneasx presided
upon the occasion. On her arrival, the Noble Duke
was in waiting to-receive her Imperial Highness, and
he led her leaning on his arm to the Grand Salon.—
What must have been her sensations at that moment!
what must she have felt while thus taking the arm
that hurled both her husband and herself from the
greatest Throne in the universe! Apparently, how-
ever, she betrayed not the slightest emotion ; and on
entering the room she went up to Lady BUIIGUERSH
and shook her by the hand with an air of affectionate,
cordiality. Her Ladyship is a great favourite with
the AactinuestEss, who not long since presented her
with a splendid tiara of diamonds, which, in the days
of her Imperial pomp, she herself was often wont to
wear at St. Cloud.

The company, in the present instance, consisted
of above fifty persons of the first rank and conse- '
quence, including all the high diplomatic characters,
and such strangers of distinction as had previously
found access to the circle in which the British Mi-
nister moves. The Marchioness of Low-I:Kiwi:many and
Countess Li EWEN were present. The lane., with a little
' expense and a great deal of affabilay, has certainly
done mote than any Lady that ever came from Livo-
nia, Novogorod, or the Ukraine. She has nearly
given the tune to the female fashion of Verona ; and
were it not for our fair countrywoman (no thanks to
MICHAEL ANGELO TAYLOR), the chances are that
the Ladies ..1 England would have never been pro-
perly represented at the Congress, while the Musco-
vite dairies would have carried all before them by
means of their insinuating Plenipotentiary!

JUL!ETS TOIJB, AT VERONA.

EXTRACT OF A PRIVATE LETTER FROM VERONA.

Every stranger who comes to Verona is sure td
have his sympathy moved and his curiosity excited
by what is called " the Tomb of Juliet ;" and there is,
no man st lio has read Shakspeare that'Svill not hasten
to the spot where it lies, regardless, at the moment,
whether it be real or not. It is well known that this
part of Italy had furnished to our immortal Bard the
materials of a Tragedy, which, for all the pathetic
details of hapless love and devoted constancy, stanch
uni 'vaned in any language. And though much of
legendary exaggeration is superadded io the circum-
stances of the catastrophe, jet the main fact is attested
by the local history of Verona, and therefore the mind
is disposed to admit the probability that the excavated
oblong stone, which is now pointed out in die neg
lected ruins of an old Franciscan Monastery, might
have once contained the beauteous form of the un--
happy Juliet. I, therefore, determined to visit h.—
The door was opened by an old woman, garrulous
and inquisitive, who, after having asked me who I
was—whence I came—and if I.:had read the Tra-
gedy of now° and Juliet'? concluded- me to a corner
of the ruin, where she shewed -me the celebrated
relic, in the shape of a large stone trough, about
six feet long, and a foot and •a half- in depth.—
The sides were a good deal mutilated, and on my
asking how they came to be so, she informed me,
that after it was first removed from the church of St.
Pecmo Maggiore, where it had "lain for ages, it was
placed in a garden adjacent to the old Monastery,
which was accessible to the Public, and every stranger
who came broke off a piece of it to carry away with
bim. In consequence of this the Podesta gave orders
that it should be removed for better security to the
place Where it is now exhibited, and any person at-
tempting to do it further injury, as a proof of his
venration, is liable to a severe penalty.. Count Per-
sia), one of the native Nobility, has published a very
interesting work on the curiosities of this town, and
of the Provinces adjacent, in which I find a note that
briefly narrates the melancholy story of Romeo and
Juliet, as follows In the year 1303, or about
that time, Bartholomew della Scala, being Captain
of the Veronese, Romeo de Monticoli was enamoured
of Juliet de Cappelletti, and she of him, their fami-
lies being at the time in bitter enmity with each other
on account of party feuds. As therefore they could
not be openly married, a private union took place be-
tween them. Shortly afterwards Romeo having in
an affray of the two factions killed Tebaldo, the
cousin of Juliet, he was obliged to seek tbr safety in
flight, and proceeded to Mantua. His unhappy
spouse, afflicted beyond measure, sought commisera-
tion and counsel from the intermediate agent of her
secret marriage, seeing that there was no longer any
hope of a reconciliation between two families now
still more incensed against each other than before.
Therefore, by a preconcerted arrangement, Juliet
procured a sleeping draught, and shortly after,
according to common report, yielded up her life.—
Romeo having been apprised of the dire news, before
he heard that she was only apparently dead, resolved,
in the bitterness of his anguish, to take poison, and
die likewise. Previously to his doing so, however, not
entirely despairing of her life, lie went to Verona, and
availed himself of the evening hour to enter the Mo-
nastery. Being here assured that his Juliet had been
interred not long before, he swallowed the poison,
which he had with him, and hastened to the tomb,
where their mutual friend pointed out the way by a•
passage beyond that which was ready for his return.
.The Friar wondered very much what had happened
to Romeo, unconscious of the hard fate that awaited
him. While he endeavoured to assure him that 'the
Lady was not in reality dead, the poison
,began to
operate, and now on the very verge of death he called
on his Juliet with a faint voice. She awoke, and
scarcely recognises' him. Romeo expired, and Juliet
breathed for a moment only to share his hapless doom."