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Note 6. Page 425.
Nine moons shall rise o'er scenes like this and set. See “ Sacco di Roma,” generally attributed to Guicciardini. There is another written by a Jacopo Buonaparte Gentiluomo Samminiatese che vi si trovo presente.
Note 7. Page 427.
Conquerors on foreign shores and the far wave.
Note 8. Page 427.
Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name. Columbus, Americus Vespucius, Sebastian Cabot.
Note 9. Page 428.
He who once enters in a tyrant's hall, &c. A verse from the Greek tragedians, with which Pompey took leave of Cornelia on entering the boat in which he was slain.
Note 10. Page 428.
And the first day which sees the chain enthral, etc. The verse and sentiment are taken from Homer.
Note 11. Page 428.
And he, their prince, shall rank among my peers. Petrarch.
Note 12. Page 431.
A dome, its image. The cupola of St. Peter's
Note 13. Page 431.
His chisel bid the Hebrew..
Siede gigante; e le piu illustri, e conte
Le labbia si, che le parole ascolto !
Acque ei sospese a se d'intorno, e tale
Alzata aveste imago a questa eguale;
Note 14. Page 431.
Over the damn'd before the Judgment throne. The last judgment in the Sistine chapel.
Note 15. Page 431.
The stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me. I have read somewhere (if I do not err, for I cannot recollect where) that Dante was so great a favourite of Michel Angiolo's, that he had designed the whole of the Divina Commedia; but that the volume containing these studies was lost by sea.
Note 16. Page 432.
Her charms to pontiffs proud, who but employ, &c. See the treatment of Michel Angiolo by Julius II., and his neglect by Leo X.
Note 17. Page 433.
“ What have I done to thee, my people ?" “ E scrisse più volte non solamente a particolari cittadini del reggimento, ma ancora al popolo, e intra l'altre una epistola assai lunga che comincia :-Popule mi, quid feci tibi."
Vita di Dante scritta da Lionardo Aretino.
AN APOSTROPHIC HYMN.
Qualis in Eurotæ ripis, aut per juga Cynthi
TO THE PUBLISHER.
SIR, I am a country gentleman of a midland county. I might have been a parliament-man for a certain borough, having had the offer of as many votes as General T. at the general election in 1812.' But I was all for domestic happiness; as, fifteen years ago, on a visit to London, I married a middle-aged maid of honour. We lived happily at Hornem-Hall till last season, when my wife and I were invited by the Countess of Waltzaway (a distant relation of my spouse) to pass the winter in town. Thinking no harm, and our girls being come to a marriageable (or as they call it marketable) age, and having besides a chancery suit inveterately entailed upon the family estate, we came up in our old chariot, of which, by the bye, my wife grew so much ashamed in less than a week, that I was obliged to buy a second-hand barouche, of which I might mount the box, Mrs. H.
says, if I could drive, but never see the inside—that place being reserved for the honourable Augustus Tiptoe, her 'partner-general and opera-knight. Hearing great praises of Mrs. H.'s dancing (she was famous for birth-night minuets in the latter end of the last century), I unbooted, and went to a ball at the Countess's, expecting to see a country-dance, or, at most, cotillions, reels, and all the old paces to the newest tunes. But, judge of my surprise, on arriving, to see poor dear Mrs. Hornem with her arms half round the loins of a huge hussarlooking gentleman I never set eyes on before; and his, to say truth, rather more than half round her waist, turning round, and round, and round, to a d -d see-saw up and down sort of tune, that reminded me of the “black joke,” only more " affettuoso,” till it made me quite giddy with wondering they were not so. By and by they stopped a bit, and I thought they would sit or fall down :—but, no; with Mrs. H.'s hand on his shoulder, “ quam familiariter"? (as Terence said when I was at school), they walked about a minute, and then at it again, like two cock-chafers spitted on the same bodkin. I asked what all this meant, when, with a loud laugh, a child no older than our Wilhelmina (a name I never heard but in the Vicar of Wakefield, though her mother would call her after the princess of Swappenbach), said, “ Lord, Mr. Hornem,