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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Ha! and the vain puppets, so they keep the semblance, scarce miss the substance I understand. But this shows genius the Tribune is unwed, I think. Does he look among the Colonna for a wife?" "Sir Knight, the Tribune is already married; within three days after his ascension to power, he won and bore home the daughter of the Baron di Raselli." "Raselli! no great name; he might have done better."
The first who advanced to the platform and took the oath was the Signor di Raselli, the father of Nina. Others of the lesser nobility followed his example. The presence of the Pope's Vicar induced the aristocratic; the fear of the people urged the selfish; the encouragement of shouts and gratulations excited the vain. The space between Adrian and Rienzi was made clear.
On the 14th, as Rameau was about to quit the editorial bureau of his printing-office, a note was brought in to him which strongly excited his nervous system. It contained a request to see him forthwith, signed by those two distinguished foreign members of the Secret Council of Ten, Thaddeus Loubinsky and Leonardo Raselli.
"The Tribune," returned Adrian, evasively, "is certainly a man of extraordinary genius. And now, seeing him command, my only wonder is how he ever brooked to obey majesty seems a very part of him." "He is already married to a Raselli, an old Roman house," replied Adrian. "You evade my pursuit, Le doulx soupir! le doulx soupir! as the old Cabestan has it" said Montreal, laughing.
Four centuries ago, a Frangipani might well have stooped to a Raselli; today, the dame of a Roman Baron might acknowledge a superior in the wife of the first magistrate of Rome. I compel not your courtesy, nor seek it." "We have gone too far," whispered one of the ladies to her neighbour. "Perhaps the enterprise may not succeed; and then "
The dark, large, and flashing eyes of Nina di Raselli, just bedewed, were fixed proudly on the hero of her choice: and pride, even more than joy, gave a richer carnation to her cheek, and the presence of a queen to her noble and rounded form. Stephen del Cacco, was the staircase of the Lion of Basalt, which bears so stern a connexion with the history of Rienzi.
I beseech thee, mistake not this sibyl for another, for the Roman galleries abound in sibyls. Gaze long upon that picture: it charms, yet commands, the eye. While you gaze, you call back five centuries. You see before you the breathing image of Nina di Raselli!
The Italian Raselli was there too, but, subtler than his French confreres, he divined the fate of the Communists, and glided from it safe now in his native land, destined there, no doubt, to the funereal honours and lasting renown which Italy bestows on the dust of her sons who have advocated assassination out of love for the human race.
The chamber was not large but it was large enough to prove that the beautiful daughter of Raselli had realised her visions of vanity and splendour. It was an apartment that mocked description it seemed a cabinet for the gems of the world.
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