The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1828-06-18
From the Nea0 York AdyOcGte.
ITALIAN STORY

The +" POsthumouS Papers of Person about
I02cn, contains a tale of extraordinary interest.
pathos and beauty. 1t is too long for insertion
in our columns; but supplying the place of the
portions we have omitted, by links sufficient TO
connect the main incident of the story and
make the whole Ineligible, we now present it
to the reader, in the persuasion that his SYM
pathies cannot fail to be powerfully excited in
the progress of the narrative, as well as by its
touching and even tragical termination.
GA STORY OF oLDEN TIME IN ITALY"
al am the daughter of noble parents
whom | will not name, for they should rest,
undisgraced in their tombs, who left me
sole heir of large estate in the most fer
tile fields of Italy. | had fair and stately
halls, vassals for service in court or field,
ladies for attendance, and every other thing
needful or unneedful, with which human
pride can be pampered, and honor or humor
desire or deserve. Mistress of these envi-
able possessions, had many princely suit
ors, who met with such honorable entertain
ment as their many pleasant qualities mer-
tied. But there was one, never seen among
those f1attering suffers, who was thriving
Wooer OF my heart, though he had never
worshipped at its shrine; and might have
had that woman's toy as a gift which he
was either too humble or too proud to ask.
"This the noble gentleman called Guido
de Medicis, the owner Of the poor estate,
touching upon the wider skirts of mine. He
was of an ancient race of the poets, paint
ers, sculptors, Legislators, and members of
all the intellect of Italy; that proud land,
where the hand of humble genius is of more
nobility than the entire body of merely hon
orable birth. But he of whom write, is
now cold ina grave only vaster than his
great capacity, the earth-embracing sea
and could those miserable and shameful
tears, which fall at the recollection Of the
wrong have done him, outwater that sea,
they would not enough mourn him who is
the drowned hope and pride of my dear ia
Their lands vainly, therefore, do | weep a
sin which tears may never wash away, nor
my life or death atone for to heaven and
my country"
An eloquent and imprisoned description Of
| Guide follows this.
From some inquiries which / had made
among his domestics, | learnt that his heart
! (which had thought possible to be mine,
was irrevocably given to the fair Blanca,
daughter of Baptista Buonaventi, an old
| iASASHH VI u lOAChSN , uhN 1hUN3 ~ ~ Nv
days, he was to set out for Syracuse to
claim her hand, in fulfilment of solemn
compact, made when passing his noviciate
in that city. This intelligence came like
death upon my heart; and for many days
held myself averse from the gay company
and the old eountesses of my house.
"My noble friends saw my spirit to be
sick, and strove to come at its disease; but
| had already formed my resolution, rather
than confess my weakness, to die of an I'M
discovered grief, and since my malady was
hopeless, that it should be also voireless
preserved that strict silence which is
alone the security Of secrecy. But, never
theless, wept my sorrow in the loneliness
and darkness of the sleepless night; and
this did, till the paleness of my cheek was
now so constant, instead of its wonted rud-
diness, that it was scarcely noticed, either
by the kindly plying, or the prying curl
GUS"