Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1876-04-06

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bed, he gave himself up to the
study of the different races, to the
plastic art, to the intoxicating songs
Of the carnival, to orgies without
intermission. Often turning away
weary from a festival, he wandered
among the tombs and met Mar
gherita, who at this time exercised
much influence on his life.
The boiling Venetian blood
flowed in her veins, and excited
her passions. She was tall, her
shoulders broad, and her arms ro-
bust; her face was handsome
and her head vulgar; her eyes
seemed to consume like a flaming
fire. She loved almost to folly, but
was jealous to madness. She ca
ressed Lord Byron, and she NAL
treated him. She met him with
the smile Of an angel, and she
struck her nails into him with the
ferocity Of a tigress. The golden
pin with which she confined her
hair served her for a stiletto,
She was a woman to bring forth
a race of gladiators. She
might have wrestled with any
vigorous Englishman, and have
won the victory. Her peculiar
eloquence was interlarded with
shameful expressions. Her ideas
were no clearer than those of q
savage. Her passions were as ar.
dent as a giant volcano in eruption
Her character was formed by the
wind of the lagoons, and her sou
was opened by a southern sun
there was something grand in hel
whole being, although it was {
brutal grandeur. In the PalazzC
Monoenigo Byron had collected
horses, numbers of cats and dogs
parrots, and all kinds of birds, ant
this woman-like a wild Eve in
strange paradise, angry with Adam
intoxicated with wine and pleasure
But notwithstanding her ferocity
Byron deceived her. One da,
there was a terrible uproar. TIL
parrots uttered indescribable noises
the cats mewed, the dogs barked
the furniture flew in pieces, tn
Venetian mirrors strewed with
rain of little crystals the pavemen
of the palace-everything was i
commotion, as if struck by a hurri
cane OF shaken by an earthquak,
1t was caused by Margherita, VIII
had encountered a rival, and wit
! her had a terrible battle, which wa
sustained on both sides with yigC
: and heroism. Imagine the faseint
ton exercised by that powerful nj
: ture in the wasted form of the poe
=. and his deep disgust. Her glanC
put new fire in the cold blood {
those almost exhausted veins. He
violence and her unexpected blow
, pleased him like a food tasted ft
the first time. He laughed at til
l impassioned letters, written by
!. public scriyener for charge
I twelve sous apiece, and dictated b
e the bakers wife on her return
the market with her basket on hC
G head.
: One night, at a masked bal
Lord Byron gave his arm to a lad
9 of responsibility, Signora Contarin
he was covered by a black domin
l and quite concealed by his mas
5 Margherita arrived, insulted IL
Z lady, and with loud vociferatiol
e snatched away his mask. On al
I other occasion she quarreled wit
d her husband, whose flesh she 10.
], with her sharp nails. In the mi,
u die of the night a loud knockir
y was heard at the door of Byron
u house, when every one was sleeping
g. at the same time Margherita's hu
II band appeared and demanded h
e wife. The police interlered, al
;; the woman was brought back |
u force to her forsaken home. b
'l she soon left it again, and took I
le fuge in the Palazzo MonceniI
/ with her lover.
E. There she assumed command
II the household, but she exercis,
"a her power in a most tyrannic
L manner. She tried to copy the a
le of q great lady-Wore splend
dress, a Partisan hat, costly jewe
l. Flemish lace, and the train Of
le princess. And in this costume, al
re wearing gloves, which greatly i
er commoded her, she would catch
le a stout stick, and finging abo
he her arms, apply it all around, fro
a the dogs to the servants. 1t W
IN wonderful that she made an exec
OF ton in favor of the master, thoul
Sc nothing prevented her from rev
E1e9 ing him.