The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-01-27

sumo like q flaming nrc. one lOVeO u.
most to folly, but was jealous to madness.
She caressed Lord Byron, and sho NAL.
tro1tcd him. She met him with the
smile of an angel, and she struck her
nails into him with the ferocity Of . ii.
gress. The golden pin with which she
confined her hair served her for stiletto.
She was woman to bring forth raco Of
gladiators. She might have wrestlcd
with any vigorous Englishman, and
have won the victory. q, Her pc
culiar eloquence was interlarded with
shameful expressions. Her ideas
were no clearer than those Of I
savage. Her passions were as ardent as
giant volcano in eruption. Her charac.
ter was formed by the wind Of the la
goons, and her soul was opened by =
southern sun; there was something grand
in her whole being, although It was a
brutal grandeur. In the Palazzo
Moncenigo Byron had collected horses,
numbers Of cats and dogs, parrots, and
all kinds Of birds, and this woman-like
wild Eve in strange paradise, angry
with Adam, intoxicated with wine and
pleasure.
But Notwithstanding her ferocity,
Byron deceived her. One day there was
q terrible uproar. The parrots uttered
indescribable noises, the cats mewed, the
the dogs barked, the furniture flew in
pieces, tho Venetian mirrors strewed
with a rain of little crystals the pave
ment Of the palace-everything was in
commotion, as if struck by hurricane
or shaken by an earthquake. It was
caused by Margherita, who had cncount.
cred q rival and had with her terrible
battle, which was sustained on both sides
with vigor and heroism. Imagine the
fascination exercised by that powerful
nature in the wasted form Of the poet,
and his deep disgust. His glance put
new fire in the cold blood of those almost
exhausted veins. Her violence and her
unexpected blows pleased him like food
tasted for the first time. He laughed
at the imprisoned letters, written by a
public scrivener for charge of twelve
sous apiece, and dictated by the bakers
wife on her return to the market with
her basket on her head.
One night, at masked ball, Lord
Byron gave his arm to lady Of respecta-
bility, Signora Contarini he was covered
by black domino, and quite concealed
by his mask. Margherita arrived, insult
ed the lady, and with loud vociferations
snatched away his mask. On another
occasion she quarrcled with her husband,
whose flesh she tore with her sharp nail s
In the middle Of the night a loud knock.
ing was heard at the door of Byron's
house, when every one was sleeping at
the same time Margherita's husband ap.
peared and demanded his wife. The po.
lice interfered, and the woman was
brought. back by force to her forsaken
home. But she soon left it again, and
took refuge in the Palazzo Moncenigo
with her lover.
There she assumed command Of the
household, but she exercised her power
in most tyrannical manner. She tried
to copy the air Of great lady,-worc a
splendid dress, Partisan hat, costly jew.
els. Flemish lace, and the train of prin-
cess. And in this costume, and wearing
gloves, which greatly incommoded her,
she would catch up a stout stick, and
finging about her arms, apply it all
around, from the dogs to the servants.
1t was wonderful that she made an ex.
ception in favor of the master, though
nothing prevented her from rcviling him.