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I had no wine, but I went for it the same morning to the Venetian consul, giving him M. Dandolo's letter. The consul was a Venetian of the old leaven. He had heard my name, and seemed delighted to make my acquaintance. He was a kind of clown without the paint, fond of a joke, a regular gourmand, and a man of great experience.
I have spoken to him, and I believe him disposed to marry an honest girl whose dowry would enable him to purchase M. Ragionato's office." "It seems to promise very well, but I cannot decide until I have seen him." "I have invited him to dine with us to-morrow." The young man came, and I found him worthy of all M. Dandolo's praise.
He was clerk to M. Ragionato and god-son of Count Algarotti, a sister of whom had married M. Dandolo's brother. "Charles," said M. Dandolo to me, "has lost his father and his mother, and I feel satisfied that his godfather will guarantee the dowry brought by his wife.
I have spoken to him, and I believe him disposed to marry an honest girl whose dowry would enable him to purchase M. Ragionato's office." "It seems to promise very well, but I cannot decide until I have seen him." "I have invited him to dine with us to-morrow." The young man came, and I found him worthy of all M. Dandolo's praise.
Hence perhaps much of his eagerness to turn aside for Byzantium. The plan was for the French to attack on the land; the Venetians on the sea. Blind though he had become, Dandolo's memory of the harbour and fortifications enabled him to arrange the naval attack with the greatest skill, and he carried all before him, himself standing on the prow of a vessel waving the banner of S. Mark.
I had no wine, but I went for it the same morning to the Venetian consul, giving him M. Dandolo's letter. The consul was a Venetian of the old leaven. He had heard my name, and seemed delighted to make my acquaintance. He was a kind of clown without the paint, fond of a joke, a regular gourmand, and a man of great experience.
In the archives of the municipality of Nepi, where I copied the brief from the records. There is a similar letter in the same form and of the same date, addressed to the commune of Trevi, in the city archives of that place. The latter is printed in Tullio Dandolo's Arte christiána Passeggiate nell' Umbria, 1866, p. 358. Beltrando Costabili to Ercole, Rome, January 6, 1502.
He was clerk to M. Ragionato and god-son of Count Algarotti, a sister of whom had married M. Dandolo's brother. "Charles," said M. Dandolo to me, "has lost his father and his mother, and I feel satisfied that his godfather will guarantee the dowry brought by his wife.
Abreast the Public Gardens the great war-ships, in their coats of elephant-gray, swing lazily at their moorings. Near the Punta della Motta lie the destroyers, like greyhounds held in leash. Off the Riva Schiavoni, on the very spot, no doubt, where Dandolo's war-galleys lay, are anchored the British submarines.
The painters have chosen from Dandolo's career the following scenes: Dandolo and the Crusaders pledging themselves in S. Mark's; the capture of Zara; the request of Alexius for help; the first capture of Constantinople by Dandolo, who set the banner on the wall; the second capture of Constantinople; the election of Baldwin as Emperor; the crowning of Baldwin by Dandolo.
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