The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1852-11-11


Naples; from time to time he placed his hand
on his forehead with look of despair, as il
vainly endeavoring to bring forth reason
able idea.
unfortunate man that ami" cried he, as
the hostess passed him.
"What has happened to you, Signor Bene-
volo, that you distress YOURSELF" inquired
the good woman.
you know that it is the day after tomorrow
open my theatre at Salerno, when have
engaged to give them tragedies!"
"Well, what then!''
"What then! have a splendid company,
beautiful princess, with eyes like two
black diamonds, and a voice fit only to utter
the language of the most snbime poets"
"ln that case, why do you complaint"
81 have also," added he, ga most admirable
low comedian, a frightful face, as ugly as
Sancho Panza himself, visagc which can
laugh and cry at will; perfect monster"
"fhen why, / ask you, are you distressed!"
because | want an actor | cannot find,
and without whom all my treasures become
useless-a tragedian."
SLOW unlucky!" said the hostess.
"Unlucky, indeed" said the poor manager;
"for without a .ragedian all my golden dreams
must vanish"
"I'll tell you what, Signor Benevolo,'' cried
the hostess, whose eyes suddenly sparkled
with joy, IL esteem you and wish you succ ess
end therefore III give you what you want"
"What! a tragedian!'
"Yes, tragedian! a young man in the
town who has run away from his family to
become an actor, who wants only the tragic
dagger to make his furtune and that of his
manager.
"How fortunate; kind, good hostess, bring
him to me instantly"
She did not wait to be told second time;
in few minutes she returned, leading by the
ham great fat boy.
"Here's your man, Signor."
"Man, do you call him." said the disap-
pointed manager, looking at the chuby-faced
youngster, who aspired to represent the Ro-
man Emperors and Italian Trbunes; why,
he's only lad.''
"a lad that'll make his way in the world"
replied the good woman, little angrily;
shear bin recite, and look how he stands,
isn't that tragic!"
In truth, the boy had begun to recite some
of Dante's verses, and had placed the skirts
of his threadbare by way of drapery.
"Bravo, bravissimo,'' cried Benevolo; "you
will be admirable in Othello; you will make
superb Moor when your face is blackeJ;
so give me your hand, my boy, take you
with me as first tragedian; I'll pay the ex-
penses of your journey, and as an encourage
ment, here's twenty gold ducats for pocket
money until your debut; will that do for youi"
"Capitally."
"What's you: name"
"Luidgi."
"Luidgi WHAT"
"Luldgi nothing" observed the hostness
"the youth has reasons TO conceal his name,
as his family might find him out, and cause
his return"
"Very well, then; let us prepare our bag.
gage and be off" said Benevolo.
In less than an hour the young Luidgi had
quilted Naples in company with Benevolo
and his commedans.
On his arrival ut Saerno the manager an
nounced his youthful tragedian as prodigy of
talent; the result was ever, thing that he
could desire; for long before the doors were
opened an immense crowd awaited to be adj
mitied.
Benevolo rubbed his hands with delight;
whist Luidgi, dressed in the costume of the
Roman Emperors, was studying the most inn
perial attitude; already the treasurer couu-
ted his piles Of money; all was JOY and hap
piness-when, alas! the genius of evil cast
her envenomed breath over his pasteboard !
castle of bliss, and the whole ediice crumbled
into nothing. Six sbiri marched up to the |
debutant, and arrested him, by virtue of an or
der from III. NJ. Joachim Murat, who, for the |
moment, possessed the advantage of being /
King of Naples by the grace of his brother
in-law. The family O. Luidgi had obtained
this order, that he might be brought back to
the Conservative of Music, where he was
studying before his flight, under the able
direction of the celebrated Maestro, Marcello |
Parveno.
"Lord. Lord! did ever anybody see the
like; to prevent mans doing what he likes,
and what he is so calculated to shine in,''
exclaimed Benevolo.
"Never mind, friend" said Luidgi, squeez-
ing his hand; an be a tragedian in spite of
them.
"May be; but that wont restore my lost re-
ceipts.''
aNo: but will when am rich," answer.
ed the boy, struggling with the geals d'armes,
who dragged him forcibly tway.
hav mt lost everything, thought Benevoio;
the lad has left large trunk, the contents OF
which will now be mine, and he intantly
proceeded to force the lock, hoping that he
should be amply Undermined for the money
he had advanced. When, oh, horror, the
trunk was filled with - sand. Luidgi
had invented this plan in order TO appear
respectable, and thus hide his property in |.
the inn at which he resided. In towering
passion, the manager wrote to him as fol-
lows
"You are young rascal. You have left
in my hands trunk of no value. You will
never be tragcdian. BESEvoLo."
To which Luidgi answered in the same la