The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
Correspondence to this effect--all on my side--with her parents decided
mine to hasten my removal abroad. It had always been intended that I
should study in Padua, rather than in Paris or Salamanca, if for no
better reason than that that had been Father Danvers' University, and
that he knew many of the professors there--among others, Dr. Porfirio
Lanfranchi, who became my host and guardian, and had been class-mate and
room-mate of our chaplain's. These things matter very little: I was not
consulted in them, and had no objections, as I had no inclinations, for
any particular residence in the world. Before my twenty-first birthday--
I forget the exact date--the hour arrived when I received on my knees my
mother's tearful blessing, embraced my brothers and sisters, kissed my
father's hand, and departed for Oxford, where I caught the London mail;
and, after a short sojourn in the capital, left England for ever.
I conceive that few further prolegomena are necessary to the
understanding of the pages which follow. Before I touched the Italian
soil I was, in the eyes of our law, a grown man, sufficiently robust and
moderately well-read. I was able to converse adequately in French,
tolerably in Italian, had a fair acquaintance with the literatures of
those countries, some Latin, a poor stock of Greek. I believe that I
looked younger than my age, stronger than my forces, better than my
virtues warranted. Women have praised me for good looks, which never did
me any good that I know of; I may say without vanity that I had the
carriage and person of a gentleman. I was then, as I have ever been,
truly religious, though I have sometimes found myself at variance with
the professional exponents of it. In later years I became, I believe,
something of a mystic, apt to find the face of God under veils whose
quality did not always commend itself to persons of less curious
research. On the other hand, I do not pretend to have kept the Decalogue
of Moses in its integrity, but admit that I have varied it as my
occasions seemed to demand. I have slain my fellow-man more than once,
but never without deliberate intention so to do. If I have trespassed
with King David of Israel, I feel sure that the circumstances of my
particular offence are not discreditable to me; and it is possible that
he had the same conviction. For the rest, I have purposely discarded
many things which the world is agreed to think highly necessary to a
gentleman, but which I have proved to be of no value at all. I will only
add this one observation more. For my unparalleled misfortunes in every
kind of character and dangerous circumstance I am willing to admit that
I have nobody to thank but myself. And yet--but the reader must be
judge--I do not see how, in any single case, I could have acted
otherwise than as I did. What, then! we carry our fates with us from the
cradle to the grave, even as the Spinning Women themselves wind that
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