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' ¦ MR STIVERS TO LADY C . From Florence . We had hardly got to tfyis place , Florence , when my master sent me to the post-office for letters , and I saw flying
from a string one of those fine paintings which make Italy so celebrated . It represented to the life a glorious conjurer and all the people round him . There is an older piece on the same subject in a church at Genoa , but not so much to the life . In
the old miracle the lookers-on are not half so much in earnest , nor the conjuror neither ; for there are women and boys in the corner who are looking at you , and not at the juggler . Either he or the painter could
riot be doing his best . I clapped my master ' s letter into my pocket , and ran off to make inquiries for this Signor Goldbni , who kept the theatre that was advertised . An old priest told me that she sballied * * she
meaning me , and sballied that I was off the scent . He then informed me that the juggler was the egregious Signor Matteo Tulho Ostilio Giuseppe Pancrazio , and that he made
fanaticism and fury in Italy . ' ** My lady , " said I to myself iin English , " that is rather your trade than his . " But ithes
e expressions are among Ithe elegancies of the Tuscan ( toiigue , which they tell me are " * unarrivable and •* uripaylable . " I often thought that I imyctelf have some elegancies of tthe latter kind . The old fel-
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low was fond Of chat , and told me that Signor County Alfieri
was made of another " pdste * than Avvdcato Goldoni ; afresh elegance of our new tongue there ; and that he had known him and had even dined at the
next house , and that he was so great a man that the Countess of Albany had married him , and had done every thing but acknowledge the marriage , and at last had broken his heart for
him . Ladies often do this when they find a tender one , for they are as apt to try it , as they are to try a thread before they sew with it . The old priest said ,
that she did it in part by giving him too highly seasoned dishes for his dinner , and in part by giving him a Frenchman for his rival . Now he hated the
French , said the priest , and indeed he hated every body who did not hate every body else , and did not much like him who did . " He must have
been a hearty dog , parson !" said I , " for those who like every one , have no heart at all . They are cats , said my
uncle the fishmonger , and a sturgeon in the same keg ; they are satans that look as blandly and as lovingly at an old sinner as at Eve . " Lord ! if I have
not got my master s letter in my pocket to this blessed day I am , &C . &C . &c . [ Mr Stivers in this letter is at once remarkable for his levity and repentanceJ The tragedies of Count Alfieri are
• Ella sbpglia .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 96, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/24/
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