The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1837-03-22
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RECOLLECTIONs OF ITALY-No 1.
1t was in Italy, under the sunny sky OF
once glorious Italy, that first saw Guietta,
and gazed Oh that face, far too beautiful fer
earth.
Yes she was perfect in lovene.s, and
even now, when years have rolled by in
their silent career, and time has stolen from
me the light heartedness, the huoyancy of
youth, even now, her image is mirrored on
the dark sea of memory, as the image of
an angel in all its faultless and dream-like
purity.
o. how loved her how would gaze
hour after hour on that glowing cheek, and
on those large melting dark eyes, which
beamed with brilinncy not of this world,
and in whose clear depths, might be seen
the calm spirit of Heaven. While listen
ed to her low, sweet voice, :" that excellent
thing in woman" have held my BREATH
for fear of losing a single one Of those
thrilling tones, which fell on my enr like
the gentle murmuring of "A stream, or the
soft signing of the evening wind over will
derness Of flowers.
But she was not doomed to linger long
in land, which, bright as it was, was not
brigh. enough for her. Death had already
marked her for his victim, and her fate was
imprinted on her angelic counienance, in
characters of" ight ineffable."
Yet even while regarded Guietta with
the deep fervor of adorotion. felt she was
not destined to be mine, that her dwelling
place would not long be here. Consump-
ton had even then flushed her cheek, and
made her dark eyes brilliant with the beau
ty of sadness, the loneliness Of fdecay. Yet,
such was the strange nature of her deceit
ful disease, there were times when the gaic-
ty of childhood gladdoned her classic feat
ures, and lent to her exquisite smile the
shoughlless playfulness of early youth. The
colouring of health would seem to shine
once moro on her polished cheek, and ami
nation, gave its enlivening charm 10 her
sweet face.
When l saw her thus, feelings of doubt
would wander over my mind, and | was
often tempted to wonder at the all.wisc
decree, which was to take so spotless a be-
ing from a sphere where she was the delight
Of every age, the worshipped idol of every
heart. But even joyousness in her deep
ened yet more, the dark cloud Of melancholy
which cast its shadows over my soul.
1t was at night, by the pale rays of the
50 round cold moon," that | last saw my a
dored and doomed one. The evening was
clear and calm, and Guiletta seemed revived
by the cool air, a, it played gracefully with
the long silken ringlets that waved over her
pale brow.
She spoke serenely and resignedy Of her
approaching end, and her eye was undimn-
ed, while burning tears of agony, fell from
mine.
Yes tears let the cold, the senseless, the
unfeeling smile at this, for they have never
loved
1t was late that night before we parted,
Tor could not bear to say that word which
must be, and hath been, a sound that maxi
eth us linger," dread " farewell !" But
we did part at last, and it was forever.
The next evening the spirit of Guiletta
had returned to Him who gave it, and an
other form of lovelnes, was gone.
left Italy. What to me now, were the
sunny, cloudIcss sky, the pageant flowers.
the tranquil waters! Was no, the ligh, of
nv life extinguishedl Had not the sun Of
happiness set the star Of hope ceased to
shine, Was not Guiletta dead IL could
enjoy beauty 10 longer, for was alone
J. T. l..