Salve Venetia, gleanings from Venetian history; vol. ICrawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
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Salve Venetia, gleanings from Venetian history; vol. I
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
Venice (Italy) -- History
It chanced that I was leaning at my window towards the hour of
sixte, and mine eyes were turned toward the open sea; and I talked
with the Archbishop of Patras, whom I did once love as a brother,
and whom now I venerate as it were a well-beloved father. Then I
saw entering the harbour a great ship, a galley, all decked with
green branches, and it came rowed by many rowers. Now when we saw
this, we ceased from talking; for the crew of the ship were of
joyous mien, and they swung the oars with such right goodwill that
we guessed them to be bearers of glad tidings. The sailors all wore
crowns of leaves on their heads, and in their hands they waved
banners, and they that stood in the bows shouted joyfully. Then the
sentinel who watched on the top of the first tower forthwith made
signal to give warning that a ship from abroad was in sight, and
all the people together, full of curiosity, went over to Lido. As
the ship came nearer we saw also trophies of war set up on her
forward part; for surely this was the news of a victory which they
were bringing in, but in what war it had been won, or in what
battle, or at what stormed city, we knew not.
When the messengers had landed they went before the Great Council,
and there we learned that which we had not dared to believe nor
even to hope; for our enemies were all dead or taken prisoners or
put to flight, and the honest citizens were freed out of slavery,
the cities also were won back, and all the island of Candia had
submitted to the Republic. So the war was over without striking a
blow, and peace had been got with glory.
Petrarch’s logic here evidently went to pieces in the storm of his
satisfaction, for he speaks of a bloodless victory immediately after
telling his correspondent that all the enemies of the Republic were
slain or prisoners.
The Doge Lorenzo Celsi [here the poet indulges in a pun connecting
‘Celsi’ with ‘excelsus’], unless my love for him has deceived me
altogether, is a man of most noble heart, of purest life, one who
follows all the virtues, most wonderfully pious and devoted to his
country; and when he learned the good news he openly gave thanks to
God, thereby showing the people that in every happy event man must
acknowledge the divine hand, and dispose his own happiness under
the protecting shield of faith. And prayers were offered throughout
the city, but were especially in the basilica dedicated to the
Evangelist Saint Mark....
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