The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
They had come strangers into Tuscany, the Signora Montani and her
daughter, but a year or two before. The signora was in deep grief for
the loss of her husband, and they lived the most secluded life, making
no acquaintances. They were scarcely known by name or by sight, and,
save the Count di Visinara, no visitors were ever found there. The
signora was of northern extraction, and of the Reformed faith, and had
reared her daughter in the principles of the latter, which of itself
would cause them to court seclusion, at that period, in Italy. And the
Lord of Visinara, independent and haughty as he was by nature and by
position, would no more have dared to take Gina Montani to be his wedded
wife, than he would have braved his Mightiness the Pope in St. Peter's
chair.
II.
It was on a calm moonlight night, that a closely-wrapped-up form stood
in the deep shade of a grove of cypress-trees, within the gates of the
Castle of Visinara, anxiously watching. Parties passed and repassed, and
the figure stirred not; but now there came one, the very echo of whose
footsteps had command in it, and the form advanced stealthily, and
glided out of its hiding-place, right upon the path of the Lord of
Visinara. He stood still, and faced the intruder. "Who are you--and what
do you do here?"
"I came to bid you farewell, my Lord; to wish you joy of your marriage!"
And, throwing back the mantle and hood, Gina Montani's fragile form
stood out to view.
"You here, Gina!"
"Ay; I have struggled long--long. Pride, resentment, jealousy--I have
struggled fiercely with them; but all are forgotten in my unhappy love."
He folded her to his heart, as in their happy days. "You depart
to-morrow morning on your way to bring home your bride. I have seen your
preparations; I have watched the movements of your retainers. No
farewell was given me--no word offered of consolation--no last visit
vouchsafed." It would seem that he could not gainsay her words, for he
made no reply. "Know you how long it is since we met?" she continued;
"how long--"
"Reproach me not," he interrupted. "I have suffered more than you, and,
for a farewell visit, I did not dare to trust myself."
"And so this is to be the end of your enduring love, that you said was
to be mine, and only mine, till death!"
"And before Heaven I spoke the truth. I have never loved--I never shall
love but you. Yet, Gina, what would you have me do? I may not speak to
you of marriage; and it is necessary to my position that I wed."
"_She_ is of your own rank, therefore you have wooed her?"
"And of my own faith. Difference in rank may be overcome; in faith,
never."
"Oh that the time had come when God's children shall be all of one
mind!" she uttered; "when the same mode of worship, and that a pure one,
shall animate us all. In the later ages, this peace may be upon the
earth."
"Would to the saints that it were now, Gina; or that you and I had never
met."
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