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Updated: June 23, 2025
The art of making tapestry originated in England and Flanders, where the cartoons of RAPHAEL and JULIO ROMANO were coarsely copied. It was gradually improved in France, and is now brought here to the greatest perfection.
His best scholars were Julio Romano, Polydore, Giovanni d'Udine, and Gaudenzio, to all of whom he communicated the grand arcana of his wonderful art. Letter from the Princess, afterwards Queen, Elizabeth, to her sister, Queen Mary, on her being ordered to the Tower, in consequence of a suspicion that she was connected with Wyat's rebellion:
Champagne always made them quarrelsome. So they broke and paid, but their generosities were almost invariably followed by a scuffle. No one could surpass Julio in the quick slap and the ready card.
Julio, her lost lover, demanded an interview with her, and when, after listening to her sad tale, he renewed his vows of love, and expressed his firm belief in her innocence, earth once more bloomed attractive to her eyes; life became again dear to her at the very moment she was condemned to surrender it. Her execution was fixed for the next day, at the hour of noon.
It is too early yet for you to do what I wish, and I was wrong to complain of your long absence." The servant, surprised at his master's humble language, regarded him distrustfully. "Is there any danger?" he demanded. Turchi took his hand, and said, piteously: "Alas! Julio, my friend, to-morrow, in all probability, we will be cast, manacled, into a dungeon, there to await an infamous death."
The bailiff was more calm he listened attentively and nodded his head, as if he foresaw the conclusion of Turchi's narrative. "I hardly dare continue," he said. "My soul revolts but I must disregard my feelings," and in a more tranquil manner, he resumed: "Shuddering with horror, I heard Julio say: "'Master, I have committed a frightful murder. Remorse pursues me as a malediction from God.
Very enchanting; he specially admired her militant, boyish expression; but he scrutinized the photograph of Julio with special interest. "Splendid type of youth," he murmured. "An interesting head, and artistic, too. He would create a great sensation in a fancy-dress ball.
'I don't see how I'm going to climb up that wall now. I can't jump high enough with one foot, and the adobes would most likely come down again, anyhow. Confound that imp, Julio! he would have saved all this mess if he had done as I told him. I guess we're trapped, I am, anyway."
"Here is the letter of recommendation," said Simon Turchi, entering the room. "It is in the name of Marco Castagno. Forget your other names, and be prudent, remembering that the least indiscretion might cost our lives. Go to the pavilion, Julio. I bid you adieu, with the hope of soon seeing you again at Antwerp." "Shall I not take my clothes, signor, or a traveling cloak?"
Turchi replied in a threatening voice and with flashing eyes: "Pietro Mostajo, remember the Superintendent of Lucca." Julio left the building, went to the garden-gate and opened it. "Benvenuto, Signor Geronimo," he said, "what good luck brings you here on a visit to my master? It is a long time since we have seen you."
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