Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-04-01
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From the London Metropolitan for February.l
A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ALFIERI.

Tic rays Oh the sun IN an arDor winch was over
Swallowed by the thick leaves of wide spread
ing vine, were seated opposite to each other,
leaning on a table, and smoking perfumed cigar
ettos.
The elder, who appeared to be about forty
years OF age, was tall and pale; his costume which
was rich although simple, had somewhat of a
military appearance about it As for the young
er, he characterised by that slovenly ele-
gance which had begun to be fashionable in Italy
as well in France, towards the end of the
eighteenth century.
Faith, Alferi, said the elder of the two, lyon
have met at Abano.'
yet methinks the sick mans place should be
where he may hope to mend his health
The young man looked at the count
THE fact is, you do look paler than usual !;
have you consulted the best physicians
Yes
'Ihe same thing over and over again. They
promise me in the winter that shall be well in
the summer; and when the summer comes and
l feel no relief, they assure me that | shall be
better in the winter The Milanese doctors re-
commend the air of Naples, and the Neapolitan
doctors that of Milan; and so they go on, turn
ing me over from one to the other, until | expect
some day to die the road between these two
places, if continue to follow all their ordinan-
ces'
Come, come, nonsense, did you ever hear OF
any body dying at your age
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shaking his head.
Il bet know what als you: you have eter-
nally in your mind the predictions of your old
sorceress.'
Am | wrong, Cellin' ! was only twelve
years Of age when that old woman told me all
should leave Piedmont, that l should become
poet, and that you would be celebrated
And that you would die at thirty-five. Who
doesn't know that part of your history You
have written on it an admirable sonnet which all
Italy knows by heart But that man like you
should put faith in the mumrnery of an old wo-
man, is what cannot understand
The count sighed, but made no answer: a short
silence ensued.
Shall tell you what it is that kills you ? re-
joined Cellin. 'At the bottom you are not i'll,
you are only low spirited
That's what the doctors saw. replied the
count sadly, 'but l feel it will carry me off at
last
why not seek for some distractions Why
don't you travel? When you quilted Milan,
your intention, if ! mistake not, was to 20 to
Spain
Il have been there
'Ah indeed-and from thence to France
Il have been there
And thence to Germany
81 have been there
But you must have been everywhere, if that
is the case The fact is, know you are a most
expeditions traveller; you traverse each country
as fast as your horse can galop; but you cant
have had time to see anything
Pardon me; | have seen mountains, cities
roads, and plains; and, in the midst of all this
numberess myriads of human beings very busy
doing nothing
'And what did you particularly notice.
'Three splendid insttutions,-the schiague in
Germany, the police in France, and the inquis-
ton in SPAIN
you're as full of satire as ever, | see,' said
Celllni laughing; "a mnsanthropist and repub-
Lean, real descendant of Brutus in the papal
states But really, Alieri, you do not deserve
the faVors which fortune has bestowed upon you
all our theatres ring with your triumphs. Italy
mas It's eye upon you you noble, rich, young
and yet you seem tired of life What is it you
would have to be happy
chats more than can say; something per-
haps which is possessed by the lowliest of the
crowd who cover me with accamations; re-
tired habitaton, an obscure destiny, and a woman
who would love me, seated by my side
But what hinders you from having all this
Alferi2'
Alherl shrugged up his shoulders, and heaved
deep sigh.
you forget said he, shat chance has made a
celebrated man of me, and celebrated man is
like wild beast, everybody rushes to get sight
of him. Every man thinks that he has right
to spy into my actions am never alone ; my
books are like couriers, they announce my ar
rival wherever go. As soon as l appear in an
assembly, farewell to free and friendly CONVEX
sation universal silence prevails, the guests are
all on the tiP-toe Of expectation they expect to