PLEASURE OF COURT-MOURNING.--THE BURIAL.--ROQUAIROL.--LETTER TO HIM.--THE SEVEN LAST WORDS IN THE WATER.--THE SWEARING OF ALLEGIANCE.--MASQUERADE.--PUPPET MASQUERADE.--THE HEAD IN THE AIR, TARTARUS, THE SPIRIT-VOICE, THE FRIEND, THE CATACOMB, AND THE TWO UNITED MEN 268 TENTH JUBILEE. ROQUAIROL'S ADVOCATUS DIABOLI.--THE FESTIVAL DAY OF FRIENDSHIP 310 ELEVENTH JUBILEE. EMBROIDERY.--ANGLAISE.--CEREUS SERPENS.--MUSICAL FANTASIES 334 TWELFTH JUBILEE. FROULAY'S BIRTHDAY AND PROJECTS.--EXTRA-LEAF.--RABETTE.--THE HARMONICA.--NIGHT.--THE PIOUS FATHER.--THE WONDROUS STAIRWAY.--THE APPARITION 351 THIRTEENTH JUBILEE. ROQUAIROL'S LOVE.--PHILIPPIC AGAINST LOVERS.--THE PICTURES.--ALBANO ALBANI.--THE HARMONIC TÊTE-À-TÊTE.--THE RIDE TO BLUMENBÜHL 384 FOURTEENTH JUBILEE. ALBANO AND LIANA 405 FIFTEENTH JUBILEE. MAN AND WOMAN 432 SIXTEENTH JUBILEE. THE SORROWS OF A DAUGHTER 481 TITAN. FIRST JUBILEE. PASSAGE TO ISOLA BELLA.--FIRST DAY OF JOY IN THE TITAN.--THE PASQUIN-IDOLATER.--INTEGRITY OF THE EMPIRE EULOGIZED.--EFFERVESCENCE OF YOUTH.--LUXURY OF BLEEDING.--RECOGNITION OF A FATHER.--GROTESQUE TESTAMENT.--GERMAN PREDILECTION FOR POEMS AND THE ARTS.--THE FATHER OF DEATH.--GHOST-SCENE.--THE BLOODY DREAM.--THE SWING OF FANCY. 1. CYCLE. On a fine spring evening, the young Spanish Count Cesara came, with his companions, Schoppe and Dian, to Sesto, in order the next morning to cross over to the Borromæan island, Isola Bella, in Lago Maggiore. The proudly blooming youth glowed with the excitement of travelling, and with thoughts of the coming morrow, when he should see the isle, that gayly decorated throne of Spring, and on it a man who had been promised him for twenty years. This twofold glow exalted my picturesque hero to the form of an angry god of the Muses. His beauty made a more triumphal entry into Italian eyes than into the narrow Northern ones from the midst of which he had come; in Milan many had wished he were of marble, and stood with elder gods of stone, either in the Farnese Palace or in the Clementine Museum, or in the Villa of Albani; nay, had not the Bishop of Novara, with his sword at his side, a few hours before, asked Schoppe (riding behind) who he was? And had not the latter, with a droll squaring of the wrinkle-circle round his lips, made this copious answer (by way of enlightening his spiritual lordship): "It's my Telemachus, and I am the Mentor. I am the milling-machine and the die which coins him,--the wolf's tooth and flattening mill which polishes him down,--the man, in short, that regulates him"?