Her own various cares so occupied Madame Ossoli that she seemed to be very much withdrawn from the world of art. During the whole time of my stay in Florence, I do not think she once visited either of the Grand Ducal Galleries, and the only studio in which she seemed to feel any very strong interest, was that of Mademoiselle Favand, a lady whose independence of character, self-reliance, and courageous genius, could hardly have failed to attract her congenial sympathies.
But among all my remembrances of Madame Ossoli, there are none more beautiful or more enduring than those which recall to me another person, a young stranger, alone and in feeble health, who found, in her society, her sympathy, and her counsels, a constant atmosphere of comfort and of peace. Every morning, wild-flowers, freshly gathered, were laid upon her table by the grateful hands of this young man; every evening, beside her seat in her little room, his mild, pure face was to be seen, bright with a quiet happiness, that must have bound his heart by no weak ties to her with whose fate his own was so closely to be linked.
And the recollection of such benign and holy influences breathed upon the human hearts of those who came within her sphere, will not, I trust, be valueless to those friends, in whose love her memory is enshrined with more immortal honors than the world can give or take away.
[Footnote A: Just before I left Florence, Madame Ossoli showed me a small marble figure of a child, playing among flowers or vine leaves, which, she said, was a portrait of the child of Madame Arconati, presented to her by that lady. I mention this circ.u.mstance, because I have understood that a figure answering this description was recovered from the wreck of the Elizabeth.]
[Footnote B: The circ.u.mstances of this story, perhaps, deserve to be recorded. The brothers were two young men, the sons and the chief supports of Madame Ossoli"s landlord at Rieti. They were both married,--the younger one to a beautiful girl, who had brought him no dowry, and who, in the opinion of her husband"s family, had not shown a proper disposition to bear her share of the domestic burdens and duties. The bickerings and disputes which resulted from this state of affairs, on one unlucky day, took the form of an open and violent quarrel. The younger son, who was absent from home when the conflict began, returned to find it at its height, and was received by his wife with pa.s.sionate tears, and by his relations with sharp recriminations.
His brother, especially, took it upon himself to upbraid him, in the name of all his family, for bringing into their home-circle such a firebrand of discord. Charges and counter charges followed in rapid succession, and hasty words soon led to blows. From blows the appeal to the knife was swiftly made, and when Madame Ossoli, attracted by the unusual clamor, entered upon the scene of action, she found that blood had been already drawn, and that the younger brother was only restrained from following up the first a.s.sault by the united force of all the females, who hung about him, while the older brother, grasping a heavy billet of wood, and pale with rage, stood awaiting his antagonist. Pa.s.sing through the group of weeping and terrified women, Madame Ossoli made her way up to the younger brother and, laying her hand upon his shoulder, asked him to put down his weapon and listen to her. It was in vain that he attempted to ignore her presence. Before the spell of her calm, firm, well-known voice, his fury melted away.
She spoke to him again, and besought him to show himself a man, and to master his foolish and wicked rage. With a sudden impulse, he flung his knife upon the ground, turned to Madame Ossoli, clasped and kissed her hand, and then running towards his brother, the two met in a fraternal embrace, which brought the threatened tragedy to a joyful termination.]
[Footnote C: It will be understood, that this officer was the Marchese"s older brother, who still adheres to the Papal cause.]
[Footnote D: She believed herself to be, and I suppose really was, under the surveillance of the police during her residence in Florence.]
HOMEWARD.
BY W.H. CHANNING
Last, having thus revealed all I could love And having received all love bestowed on it, I would die: so preserving through my course G.o.d full on me, as I was full on men: And He would grant my prayer--"I have gone through All loveliness of life; make more for me, If not for men,--or take me to Thyself, Eternal, Infinite Love!"
BROWNING.
Till another open for me In G.o.d"s Eden-land unknown, With an angel at the doorway, White with gazing at His Throne; And a saint"s voice in the palm-trees, singing,--"ALL IS LOST, and _won_."
ELIZABETH BARRETT.
La ne venimmo: e lo scaglion primaio Bianco marmo era si pulito e terso, Ch"io mi specchiava in esso, qual io paio.
Era "l secondo tinto, piu che perso, D"una petrina ruvida ed arsiccia, Crepata per lo lungo e per traverso.
Lo terzo, che di sopra s"amma.s.siccia, Porfido mi parea si fiammegiante, Come sangue che fuor di vena spiccia.
Sopra questa teneva ambo le piante L" angel di Dio, sedendo in su la soglia, Che mi sembiava pietra di diamante.
Per li tre gradi su di buona voglia Mi tra.s.se "l daca mio, dicendo, chiodi Umilmente che "l serrame scioglia.
DANTE.
Che luce e questa, e qual nuova beltate?
Dicean tra lor; perch" abito si adorno Dal mondo errante a quest "alto soggiorno Non sail mai in tutta questa etate.
Ella contenta aver cangiato albergo, Si paragona pur coi piu perfetti.
PETRARCA.
IX.
HOMEWARD
SPRING-TIME.
Spring, bright prophet of G.o.d"s eternal youth, herald forever eloquent of heaven"s undying joy, has once more wrought its miracle of resurrection on the vineyards and olive-groves of Tuscany, and touched with gently-wakening fingers the myrtle and the orange in the gardens of Florence. The Apennines have put aside their snowy winding-sheet, and their untroubled faces salute with rosy gleams of promise the new day, while flowers smile upward to the serene sky amid the gra.s.s and grain fields, and fruit is swelling beneath the blossoms along the plains of Arno. "The Italian spring," writes Margaret, "is as good as Paradise. Days come of glorious sunshine and gently-flowing airs, that expand the heart and uplift the whole nature. The birds are twittering their first notes of love; the ground is enamelled with anemones, cowslips, and crocuses; every old wall and ruin puts on its festoon and garland; and the heavens stoop daily nearer, till the earth is folded in an embrace of light, and her every pulse beats music."
"This world is indeed a sad place, despite its sunshine, birds, and crocuses. But I never felt as happy as now, when I always find the glad eyes of my little boy to welcome me. I feel the tie between him and me so real and deep-rooted, that even death shall not part us. So sweet is this unimpa.s.sioned love, it knows no dark reactions, it does not idealize, and cannot be daunted by the faults of its object.
Nothing but a child can take the worst bitterness out of life, and break the spell of loneliness. I shall not be alone in other worlds, whenever Eternity may call me."
And now her face is turned homeward. "I am homesick," she had written years before, "but where is that HOME?"
OMENS.
"My heart is very tired,--my strength is low,-- My hands are full of blossoms plucked before, Held dead within them till myself shall die."
ELIZABETH BARRETT.
Many motives drew Margaret to her native land: heart-weariness at the reaction in Europe; desire of publishing to best advantage the book whereby she hoped at once to do justice to great principles and brave men, and to earn bread for her dear ones and herself; and, above all, yearning to be again among her family and earliest a.s.sociates. "I go back," she writes, "prepared for difficulties; but it will be a consolation to be with my mother, brothers, sister, and old friends, and I find it imperatively necessary to be in the United States, for a while at least, to make such arrangements with the printers as may free me from immediate care. I did think, at one time, of coming alone with Angelino, and then writing for Ossoli to come later, or returning to Italy; knowing that it will be painful for him to go, and that there he must have many lonely hours. But he is separated from his old employments and natural companions, while no career is open for him at present. Then, I would not take his child away for several months; for his heart is fixed upon him as fervently as mine. And, again, it would not only be very strange and sad to be so long without his love and care, but I should be continually solicitous about his welfare.
Ossoli, indeed, cannot but feel solitary at first, and I am much more anxious about his happiness than my own. Still, he will have our boy, and the love of my family, especially of my mother, to cheer him, and quiet communings with nature give him pleasure so simple and profound, that I hope he will make a new life for himself, in our unknown country, till changes favor our return to his own. I trust, that we shall find the means to come together, and to remain together."
Considerations of economy determined them, spite of many misgivings, to take pa.s.sage in a merchantman from Leghorn. "I am suffering," she writes, "as never before, from the horrors of indecision. Happy the fowls of the air, who do not have to think so much about their arrangements! The barque _Elizabeth_ will take us, and is said to be an uncommonly good vessel, nearly new, and well kept. We may be two months at sea, but to go by way of France would more than double the expense. Yet, now that I am on the point of deciding to come in her, people daily dissuade me, saying that I have no conception of what a voyage of sixty or seventy days will be in point of fatigue and suffering; that the insecurity, compared with packet-ships or steamers, is great; that the cabin, being on deck, will be terribly exposed, in case of a gale, &c., &c. I am well aware of the p.r.o.neness of volunteer counsellors to frighten and excite one, and have generally disregarded them. But this time I feel a trembling solicitude on account of my child, and am doubtful, hara.s.sed, almost ill." And again, under date of April 21, she says: "I had intended, if I went by way of France, to take the packet-ship _"Argo_," from Havre; and I had requested Mrs. ---- to procure and forward to me some of my effects left at Paris, in charge of Miss F----, when, taking up _Galignani_, my eye fell on these words: "Died, 4th of April, Miss F----; "and, turning the page, I read, "The wreck of the _Argo_,"--a somewhat singular combination! There were notices, also, of the loss of the fine English steamer _Adelaide_, and of the American packet _John Skiddy._ Safety is not to be secured, then, by the wisest foresight. I shall embark more composedly in our merchant-ship, praying fervently, indeed, that it may not be my lot to lose my boy at sea, either by unsolaced illness, or amid the howling waves; or, if so, that Ossoli, Angelo, and I may go together, and that the anguish may be brief."
Their state-rooms were taken, their trunks packed, their preparations finished, they were just leaving Florence, when letters came, which, had they reached her a week earlier, would probably have induced them to remain in Italy. But Margaret had already by letter appointed a rendezvous for the scattered members of her family in July; and she would not break her engagements with the commander of the barque. It was destined that they were to sail,--to sail in the _Elizabeth_, to sail then. And, even in the hour of parting, clouds, whose tops were golden in the sunshine, whose base was gloomy on the waters, beckoned them onward. "Beware of the sea," had been a singular prophecy, given to Ossoli when a boy, by a fortune-teller, and this was the first ship he had ever set his foot on. More than ordinary apprehensions of risk, too, hovered before Margaret. "I am absurdly fearful," she writes, "and various omens have combined to give me a dark feeling. I am become indeed a miserable coward, for the sake of Angelino. I fear heat and cold, fear the voyage, fear biting poverty. I hope I shall not be forced to be as brave for him, as I have been for myself, and that, if I succeed to rear him, he will be neither a weak nor a bad man. But I love him too much! In case of mishap, however, I shall perish with my husband and my child, and we may be transferred to some happier state." And again: "I feel perfectly willing to stay my threescore years and ten, if it be thought I need so much tuition from this planet; but it seems to me that my future upon earth will soon close. It may be terribly trying, but it will not be so very long, now. G.o.d will transplant the root, if he wills to rear it into fruit-bearing." And, finally: "I have a vague expectation of some crisis,--I know not what. But it has long seemed, that, in the year 1850, I should stand on a plateau in the ascent of life, where I should be allowed to pause for a while, and take more clear and commanding views than ever before. Yet my life proceeds as regularly as the fates of a Greek tragedy, and I can but accept the pages as they turn." * *
These were her parting words:--
"_Florence, May 14, 1850._--I will believe, I shall be welcome with my treasures,--my husband and child. For me, I long so much to see you! Should anything hinder our meeting upon earth, think of your daughter, as one who always wished, at least, to do her duty, and who always cherished you, according as her mind opened to discover excellence.
"Give dear love, too, to my brothers; and first to my eldest, faithful friend! Eugene; a sister"s love to Ellen; love to my kind and good aunts, and to my dear cousin. E.,--G.o.d bless them!
"I hope we shall be able to pa.s.s some time together yet, in this world. But, if G.o.d decrees otherwise,--here and HEREAFTER,--my dearest mother,
"Your loving child, MARGARET."