LXXXVIII. "Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave, Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake; I hope it is so; and, at once to waive All compliment, I hope so for your sake; You understand my meaning, or you shall." "Sir," (quoth the Turk) "'tis no mistake at all: LXXXIX. "That lady is my wife!" Much wonder paints They only call a little on their saints, And then come to themselves, almost or quite; Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces, And cutting stays, as usual in such cases. XC. She said,-what could she say? Why, not a word: The stranger, much appeased by what he heard: XCI. They enter'd, and for coffee call'd-it came, XCII. "And are you really, truly, now a Turk? Saw a man grown so yellow! How's your liver? XCIII. "Beppo! that beard of yours becomes you not; It shall be shaved before you're a day older: Why do you wear it? Oh! I had forgot Pray don't you think the weather here is colder? How do I look? You shan't stir from this spot In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder Should find you out, and make the story known. How short your hair is! Lord! how grey it's grown!" XCIV. What answer Beppo made to these demands Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands XCV. Put he grew rich, and with his riches grew so XCVI. Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten !) cash, XCVII. They reach'd the island, he transferr'd his lading, Or else the people would perhaps have shot him ; And thus at Venice landed to reclaim His wife, religion, house, and Christian name. XCVIII. His wife received, the patriarch re-baptised him, With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them, XCIX. Whate'er his youth had suffer'd, his old age With wealth and talking made him some amends; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage, I've heard the Count and he were always friends. My pen is at the bottom of a page, Which being finish'd, here the story ends; "Tis to be wish'd it had been sooner done, But storios somehow lengthen when begun,22 NOTES TO BEPPO. 1.-Page 5, line 1. ВЕРРО. [AN extract from Mr. Frere's Specimen, which has long been out of print, will show how closely the versification resembles that of" Beppo." "I'VE often wish'd that I could write a book, Such as all English people might peruse; I never should regret the pains it took, That's just the sort of fame that I should choose: To sail about the world like Captain Cook, I'd sling a cot up for my favourite Muse, And we'd take verses out to Demarara, "Poets consume exciseable commodities, They raise the nation's spirit when victorious, To erect one Board for Verse and one for Prose. "Princes protecting Sciences and Art I've often seen in copper-plate and print; I trust he won't reject a well-meant hint; "From Princes I descend to the Nobility: In former times all persons of high stations, The patrons lived to future generations, Then, twenty guineas was a little fortune; Now, we must starve unless the times should mend: If their addresses are diffusely penn'd; Most fashionable authors make a short one Lastly, the common people I beseech Dear people! if you think my verses clever, To talk as your good mothers used to teach, 2.-Page 6, line 17. This feast is named the Carnival, which being ["The Carnival," says Mr. Rose, "though it is gayer or duller, according to the genius of the nations which celebrate it, is, in its general character, nearly the same all over the peninsula. The beginning is like any other season; towards the middle you begin to meet masques and mummers in sunshine: in the last fifteen days the plot thickens; and during the three last all is hurly-burly. The shops are shut, all business is at a stand, and the drunken cries heard at night afford a clear proof of the pleasures to which these days of leisure are dedicated."] 3.-Page 7, line 32. Or stepp'd from out a picture by Giorgione, [The Venus is in the Medici gallery. Giorgione was Lord Byron's favourite artist. "I know nothing," he wrote in 1820, " of pictures myself, and care almost as little, but to me there are none like the Venetian,above all, Giorgione."] 4.-Page 8, line 2. And when you to Manfrini's palace go, [The following is Lord Byron's account of his visit to this palace, in April, 1817.-" To-day, I have been over the Manfrini palace, famous for its pictures. What struck most in the general collection, was the extreme resemblance of the style of the female faces in the mass of pictures, so many centuries or generations old, to those you see and meet every day among the existing Italians. The Queen of Cyprus and Giorgione's wife, particularly the latter, are Venetians as it were of yesterday; the same eyes and expression, and, to my mind, there is none finer."] 5.-Page 8, line 8. And self; but such a woman! love in life! [This appears to be an incorrect description of the picture; as, according to Vasari and others, Giorgione never was married, and died young.] |