Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-02-20
THE WEEKLY STAR
"The Council Of Trebiuonde has forbidden

But Ihsve lost my name"
Find it again. The angelus sounds. God
help you"
The door Of the Convent was closed.
Baptism is refused me. am no longer a
christian. Divine pity For me no Christ
,nas, 1, no Easter, no Pentecost, no candle of the
virgin Of Carmel, when j am sick no word
oi priest to console me on my deserted couch -
LIE entered village, which was upon the
domain of his sis ter the Duche,. of Paglia
.. Inc cure said to him: "Good morning.
Signor Roberto Corsini" His nuy.e caIlsd
from the window Good morning, Corxinin %
Inc villagers cried out Long live Sigpor
Corsini." He answered neither cure. nor
nurse, nor villagers.
II have no name" he muttered, and rushed
away like an evil spirit, which some priest has
exercised.
Vassal and mendicant and robber scorned
the man without a name. He attempted 70
join a band Of brigands.
"Who are youe" said the chief.
d" The enemy of men
you are our friend. What do you desire ,"
"To carry misery and desolation into fami-
lies; to live upon the highway; to follow you
to pillage or the gibbet; TO win my bread
with my dagger
Your name2"
"I have none."
You cannot be Of our band. You would
bring misfortune upon brave men, and the
saints would abandon US, if We received you.
Depart
little while after this, he learnt. that Doris,
who, changing his name for that Of Corsini,
had confined to bear the latter, was over
Whelmed with debs, and drawn, as il were,
upon the hurdle of an infamous renown-in n
word dishonored. He was fraudulent bank
rupt. He learned, that Doria had been a
prisoner in the galleys of Csttaro, FOR CHEAT
ING AT CARDS, and had escaped
Corsini had been cheated of his palace, his
mistress. and his name Whatever he was,
what would he not give to see him?
Six months he wandered about, night and
day, hopeless. Still he clung to life; be
burst not kill himself
At last, he resolved to return TO Florence.
He reached the city. He stood before the
palace. The street was deserted but the
palace cleaned with lights Beautiful women
passed and repassed before them
They are they" he cried. lit is he 1t
is Doria. 1t is Aglaura! Take back your
me my bride, My life is bound up with hers
DOria, for love of grace, give me back my
name"
His cries fell unheeded De.pairingly, be
turned towards the bank Of the Arno Half
dead with fatigue, he stretched himself upon
the bank. Directly, be beheld approaching,
gondolas, filed with musicians. Wallets, bear
ing fsmbeaux, lined the bank The wedding
festival was continued upon the river. He fam
cied himself in dream. He saw Aglaurs,
more beautiful than ever. Her arms were
bare; the diamonds glittered in her hair: her
embroidered robe swept down in folds Of mar
vellous richness.
When the deterrent groups had descended
into the little barks which awaited them; when
all had passed, and swept o way into the dark
ness, he heard a strange and terrible cry.
Fastening TO the place from which they had
started, he saw two men hastily retiring, and
crying as they did so:
The infamous wretch is dead 80
A man had been assassipated.
SeiZing the lantern, which they left behind
them in their flight, and bringing it close 20
the face of the murdered man, who was twist
ing himself like serpent, he knelt beside him,
and endeavOred to discover who he wSs With
a handkerchief he wiped away the blood and
dust, which bubbled from his lips raised the
dead and folded eyelids and cried 1T is he!
1t is DOria. Great Heaven. and he is dying.
His eyes closes, his mouth works; his veins are
blue. He is dying, and with my name with
him. DOria my friend Doria save me, for
PHYS sake, from snnihilation. Give me my
name. What does he say His voice fails
That L, too, should die L will, If you re-
quire it. But answer me"
"a little water, for PHYS sake"
"The whole river, if you wish. But MI
NAME first"
"a drop Of water. A red-hOt iron is in my
heart"
my name for a draught of water Give
it, and L will open your mouth, and the Ammo
is there. / have but to stretch out my hand.
Nothing for Nothing. My name and you
shall have the water-the water-a throat full,
my namen'
"A little water. / stife 20
"Three words, my good Doria. All the
scoundrel, He hesitates. He laughs. Heis
trying to roll over towards the river. No
you 60 not Answer me, wretch, or will
strangle you with my own hands :" and he
caught him by the golden ornaments of his
dress. He bent over and gaIed into his wan
dering eyes he fastened upon his breathlesS
lips then loosed his hold, to clasp his hand,
and mingle supplications with blasphemies.
persuasion and insiuuation with the cries of
rage.
A moment of silence. Doria was dead.
Then, with ne smile Of the atheist, he
raised his foot and spurned the body into the
river. Now" he exclaimed, '"now be thou
accursed forevern'
Next day, some fishermen heard a plunge
the fall of a heavy body in the water. Run
ring to the place, they saw only an eddy in
the water.
In the museum of Florence, in the dissec-
tion-room, may be seen, in its glass-csse, q
glittering skeleton, the articulations Of which
are of copper and silver. Ir 10 rHB EAE
WITHOUT NAME!