Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-27
sMoNT, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 81, 1859.

twas beginning to futter and vainly dash his
soft breast against the hard iron bars of the in.
evitable, and we see too plainly the danger, il
that anguish should go on heightening instead
of being allayed, that the palpitatirg heart may
be fatally bruised.
Meanwhile, if, as | hope, you feel some in
terest in Catina and her friends at Cheverel
Manor, you are perhaps asking, How came she
to be there? How was it that this tiny, dark
eyed child of the south. whose face was immc-
diately suggestive of olive-covered hills, aud
taper-lt shrines, came to have her home in that
stately English manor-housc by the side of the
blonde matron, Lady Cheverel--almost as if q
humming-bird we're found perched on one Of
the elm-trees in the park, by the side OF her
ladyship's handsomest pouter-p pigeon? Speak
ing good English, too, and joining in Protestant
prayers; surely, she must have been adopted
and brought over to England at very early
age? She was.
During Sir Christophcr's last visit to Italy
with his lady, fifteen years before, they resided
for some time at Milan, where Sir Christopher,
who was an enthusiast for Gothic architecture,
and was then entertaining the project of meta
morphosing his plain brick family mansion into
the model of Gothic manor-house. was bent
on studying the details of thas marble mirace,
the Cathedral. Here Lady Cheverel, as at other
Italian cities where she made any protractCd
stay, engaged maestro to give her lessons in
singing, for she had then not only fine musical
taste, but fine soprano voice. Those were
days when very rich people used manuscript
music, and many a man who resembled Jean
Jacques in nothing else, resembled him in get
ing livelihood GO a COPPER la musiqae q tant la
page" Lady Cheverel having need of this
service, Maestro Albani told her he would send
her poueraccio of his acquaintance, whose
manuscript was the neatest and the most cor
rect be knew of. Unhappily the poueroccio
was not always in his best wits, and was some
times rather slow in consequence: but it would
be work of Christian charity worthy of the
beautiful Signora to employ poor Sarti.
The next morning, Mrs. Sharp. then a
blooming abigail of threeand thirty, entered
her lady's private room, and said, eff you
please, my lady, there's the frowiest, shabbiest
man you ever saw outside, and he's told Mr.
Warren as the singing master sent him to SEE
your ladyship. But think you Il hardly like
him to come in here. Belize he's only beg
gar"
go, yes, show him in immediately"
Mrs. Sharp retired, mutterins som ,thins
about " f9as and worse" She had the smales
possible admiration for fair Ausonia and it's MI
tives, and even her profound Difference for Sil
Christopher and her lady could not prevent her
from expressing her amazement at the infatua
tion of gentlefolks in choosing to soioun
among Paplses, in countries where there wa
no getting to air IL bit o'lincn, and where th
people smelt O garlick fit to knock you down.
However, she presently reappeared, usherinI
} in small mcagre man. sallow and dingy, witt
} lestless wandering look in his dull eyes, AM
ar excessive timidty about his deep reyercnces
which gave him the air of u man who had boel
long a solitary prisoner. Yet through all thi
; sqaalor and wretchedness there were some trace
liscarnible of comparative youth and forme
good looks. Lady Cheverel, though not yer
tender-hearted, still less sentimental, was essen
r italy kind, and liked to dispense benefits like
goddess, who looks down benignly on the hal
. the manned, and the blind that approach he
: shrine. She was smittcn with some compassid
at the sight of poor Sarti, who struck her a
y the mere battered wreck of vessel that migf
have once hoated gaiy enough on its outwal
. voyage, to the sound of pipes and tabors. Sl
g spoke gently as she pointed out to him the OF
cratic selections she wished him to copy, an
a he seemed to sun himself in her auburn radal
IS presence, so that when he made his exit vii
y the musc-books under his arm, his bow, thoue
not less reverent, was less tmid
TO 1t was ten years at least since Sart had set
Of anything so bright and stately as beautiful Lac
: Cheverel. For the time was far off in which
l. had trod the stage in satin and feathers, I'll
l.. primo tenore of one short season. Alas
ct had completely lost his voice in the followil
ne winter, and had ever since been little bett
IN than cracked fiddle, which is good for not
I'd ing but fre-wood. For, like emany Italian sin
ir ers, he was too ignorant to teach, and If it HI
nd not been for his one talent of pemanship,
he and his young helpless wife might have starvc
en- Then. just after their third child was born, fe,
r. came, swept away the sicky mother and t
v, two eldest children, and attacked Sarti himse
ap who rose from his sickness with enfeeblcd bra
id, and muscle, and tiny baby on his ham
9 :; scarcely four months old. He lodged owe
lr. fruit-shop kept by stout virago loud of tong
and irate in temper, but who had had childr
7as born to her, and so had taken care of the til
ith yellow, black-eyed bambimetto, and tended Sa
) himself through his sickness. Here lie cont
ng ue1 to live, earning u mcagre subsistence
ily himself and his little one by the work of col
yht ing music, put into his hands chiefly by Ma
,dy tro Albani He seemed to exist for nothing
er- the child he tended it, he dandled it, he ch
We. ted to it, living with it alone in his one 70
hat above the fruit shop, only asking his land
to take care of the marmoset during his sh
alet absences in fetching and carrying home VIC
lace Customers frequenting that fruit-shop mi
the often sec the tiny Caterina seated on the {
with her legs in a heap of pease, which it
her delight to kick about; or perhaps depos
like kitten, in large basket out of hal
way.
ling Sometimes, however, Sarti left his little
ings with another kind of protectress. He was
In regular in his devotions, which he paid thri
, Of week in the great cathedral, carrying his O.
and ina with him. Here, when the high NOR