Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV.

Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV.

To return, however, to the details of our last evening together at Venice.  After a dinner with Mr. Scott at the Pellegrino, we all went, rather late, to the opera, where the principal part in the Baccanali di Roma was represented by a female singer, whose chief claim to reputation, according to Lord Byron, lay in her having stilettoed one of her favourite lovers.  In the intervals between the singing he pointed out to me different persons among the audience, to whom celebrity of various sorts, but, for the most part, disreputable, attached; and of one lady who sat near us, he related an anecdote, which, whether new or old, may, as creditable to Venetian facetiousness, be worth, perhaps, repeating.  This lady had, it seems, been pronounced by Napoleon the finest woman in Venice; but the Venetians, not quite agreeing with this opinion of the great man, contented themselves with calling her “La Bella per Decreto,”—­adding (as the Decrees always begin with the word “Considerando"), “Ma senza il Considerando.”

From the opera, in pursuance of our agreement to “make a night of it,” we betook ourselves to a sort of cabaret in the Place of St. Mark, and there, within a few yards of the Palace of the Doges, sat drinking hot brandy punch, and laughing over old times, till the clock of St. Mark struck the second hour of the morning.  Lord Byron then took me in his gondola, and, the moon being in its fullest splendour, he made the gondoliers row us to such points of view as might enable me to see Venice, at that hour, to advantage.  Nothing could be more solemnly beautiful than the whole scene around, and I had, for the first time, the Venice of my dreams before me.  All those meaner details which so offend the eye by day were now softened down by the moonlight into a sort of visionary indistinctness; and the effect of that silent city of palaces, sleeping, as it were, upon the waters, in the bright stillness of the night, was such as could not but affect deeply even the least susceptible imagination.  My companion saw that I was moved by it, and though familiar with the scene himself, seemed to give way, for the moment, to the same strain of feeling; and, as we exchanged a few remarks suggested by that wreck of human glory before us, his voice, habitually so cheerful, sunk into a tone of mournful sweetness, such as I had rarely before heard from him, and shall not easily forget.  This mood, however, was but of the moment; some quick turn of ridicule soon carried him off into a totally different vein, and at about three o’clock in the morning, at the door of his own palazzo, we parted, laughing, as we had met;—­an agreement having been first made that I should take an early dinner with him next day at his villa, on my road to Ferrara.

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