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My Grandmother's Death and Its Consequences I Lose M. de
Malipiero's Friendship—I Have No Longer a Home—
La Tintoretta—I Am Sent to a Clerical Seminary—I Am Expelled
From It, and Confined in a Fortress
During supper the conversation turned altogether upon the storm, and the
official, who knew the weakness of his wife, told me that he was quite
certain I would never travel with her again. "Nor I with him," his wife
remarked, "for, in his fearful impiety, he exorcised the lightning with
Henceforth she avoided me so skilfully that I never could contrive another
interview with her.
When I returned to Venice I found my grandmother ill, and I had to change
all my habits, for I loved her too dearly not to surround her with every
care and attention; I never left her until she had breathed her last. She
was unable to leave me anything, for during her life she had given me all
she could, and her death compelled me to adopt an entirely different mode
A month after her death, I received a letter from my mother informing me
that, as there was no probability of her return to Venice, she had
determined to give up the house, the rent of which she was still paying,
that she had communicated her intention to the Abbe Grimani, and that I
was to be guided entirely by his advice.
He was instructed to sell the furniture, and to place me, as well as my
brothers and my sister, in a good boarding-house. I called upon Grimani to
assure him of my perfect disposition to obey his commands.
The rent of the house had been paid until the end of the year; but, as I
was aware that the furniture would be sold on the expiration of the term,
I placed my wants under no restraint. I had already sold some linen, most
of the china, and several tapestries; I now began to dispose of the
mirrors, beds, etc. I had no doubt that my conduct would be severely
blamed, but I knew likewise that it was my father's inheritance, to which
my mother had no claim whatever, and, as to my brothers, there was plenty
of time before any explanation could take place between us.
Four months afterwards I had a second letter from my mother, dated from
Warsaw, and enclosing another. Here is the translation of my mother's
"My dear son, I have made here the acquaintance of a learned Minim friar,
a Calabrian by birth, whose great qualities have made me think of you
every time he has honoured me with a visit. A year ago I told him that I
had a son who was preparing himself for the Church, but that I had not the
means of keeping him during his studies, and he promised that my son would
become his own child, if I could obtain for him from the queen a bishopric
in his native country, and he added that it would be very easy to succeed
if I could induce the sovereign to recommend him to her daughter, the
queen of Naples.
"Full of trust in the Almighty, I threw myself at the feet of her majesty,
who granted me her gracious protection. She wrote to her daughter, and the
worthy friar has been appointed by the Pope to the bishopric of Monterano.
Faithful to his promise, the good bishop will take you with him about the
middle of next year, as he passes through Venice to reach Calabria. He
informs you himself of his intentions in the enclosed letter. Answer him
immediately, my dear son, and forward your letter to me; I will deliver it
to the bishop. He will pave your way to the highest dignities of the
Church, and you may imagine my consolation if, in some twenty or thirty
years, I had the happiness of seeing you a bishop, at least! Until his
arrival, M. Grimani will take care of you. I give you my blessing, and I
am, my dear child, etc., etc."
The bishop's letter was written in Latin, and was only a repetition of my
mother's. It was full of unction, and informed me that he would tarry but
three days in Venice.
I answered according to my mother's wishes, but those two letters had
turned my brain. I looked upon my fortune as made. I longed to enter the
road which was to lead me to it, and I congratulated myself that I could
leave my country without any regret. Farewell, Venice, I exclaimed; the
days for vanity are gone by, and in the future I will only think of a
great, of a substantial career! M. Grimani congratulated me warmly on my
good luck, and promised all his friendly care to secure a good
boarding-house, to which I would go at the beginning of the year, and
where I would wait for the bishop's arrival.
M. de Malipiero, who in his own way had great wisdom, and who saw that in
Venice I was plunging headlong into pleasures and dissipation, and was
only wasting a precious time, was delighted to see me on the eve of going
somewhere else to fulfil my destiny, and much pleased with my ready
acceptance of those new circumstances in my life. He read me a lesson
which I have never forgotten. "The famous precept of the Stoic
philosophers," he said to me, "'Sequere Deum', can be perfectly explained
by these words: 'Give yourself up to whatever fate offers to you, provided
you do not feel an invincible repugnance to accept it.'" He added that it
was the genius of Socrates, 'saepe revocans, raro impellens'; and that it
was the origin of the 'fata viam inveniunt' of the same philosophers.
M. de Malipiero's science was embodied in that very lesson, for he had
obtained his knowledge by the study of only one book—the book of
man. However, as if it were to give me the proof that perfection does not
exist, and that there is a bad side as well as a good one to everything, a
certain adventure happened to me a month afterwards which, although I was
following his own maxims, cost me the loss of his friendship, and which
certainly did not teach me anything.
The senator fancied that he could trace upon the physiognomy of young
people certain signs which marked them out as the special favourites of
fortune. When he imagined that he had discovered those signs upon any
individual, he would take him in hand and instruct him how to assist
fortune by good and wise principles; and he used to say, with a great deal
of truth, that a good remedy would turn into poison in the hands of a
fool, but that poison is a good remedy when administered by a learned man.
He had, in my time, three favourites in whose education he took great
pains. They were, besides myself, Therese Imer, with whom the reader has a
slight acquaintance already, and the third was the daughter of the boatman
Gardela, a girl three years younger than I, who had the prettiest and most
fascinating countenance. The speculative old man, in order to assist
fortune in her particular case, made her learn dancing, for, he would say,
the ball cannot reach the pocket unless someone pushes it. This girl made
a great reputation at Stuttgard under the name of Augusta. She was the
favourite mistress of the Duke of Wurtemburg in 1757. She was a most
charming woman. The last time I saw her she was in Venice, and she died
two years afterwards. Her husband, Michel de l'Agata, poisoned himself a
short time after her death.
One day we had all three dined with him, and after dinner the senator left
us, as was his wont, to enjoy his siesta; the little Gardela, having a
dancing lesson to take, went away soon after him, and I found myself alone
with Therese, whom I rather admired, although I had never made love to
her. We were sitting down at a table very near each other, with our backs
to the door of the room in which we thought our patron fast asleep, and
somehow or other we took a fancy to examine into the difference of
conformation between a girl and a boy; but at the most interesting part of
our study a violent blow on my shoulders from a stick, followed by
another, and which would have been itself followed by many more if I had
not ran away, compelled us to abandon our interesting investigation
unfinished. I got off without hat or cloak, and went home; but in less
than a quarter of an hour the old housekeeper of the senator brought my
clothes with a letter which contained a command never to present myself
again at the mansion of his excellency. I immediately wrote him an answer
in the following terms: "You have struck me while you were the slave of
your anger; you cannot therefore boast of having given me a lesson, and I
have not learned anything. To forgive you I must forget that you are a man
of great wisdom, and I can never forget it."
This nobleman was perhaps quite right not to be pleased with the sight we
gave him; yet, with all his prudence, he proved himself very unwise, for
all the servants were acquainted with the cause of my exile, and, of
course, the adventure was soon known through the city, and was received
with great merriment. He dared not address any reproaches to Therese, as I
heard from her soon after, but she could not venture to entreat him to
The time to leave my father's house was drawing near, and one fine morning
I received the visit of a man about forty years old, with a black wig, a
scarlet cloak, and a very swarthy complexion, who handed me a letter from
M. Grimani, ordering me to consign to the bearer all the furniture of the
house according to the inventory, a copy of which was in my possession.
Taking the inventory in my hand, I pointed out every article marked down,
except when the said article, having through my instrumentality taken an
airing out of the house, happened to be missing, and whenever any article
was absent I said that I had not the slightest idea where it might be. But
the uncouth fellow, taking a very high tone, said loudly that he must know
what I had done with the furniture. His manner being very disagreeable to
me, I answered that I had nothing to do with him, and as he still raised
his voice I advised him to take himself off as quickly as possible, and I
gave him that piece of advice in such a way as to prove to him that, at
home, I knew I was the more powerful of the two.
Feeling it my duty to give information to M. Grimani of what had just
taken place, I called upon him as soon as he was up, but I found that my
man was already there, and that he had given his own account of the
affair. The abbe, after a very severe lecture to which I had to listen in
silence, ordered me to render an account of all the missing articles. I
answered that I had found myself under the necessity of selling them to
avoid running into debt. This confession threw him in a violent passion;
he called me a rascal, said that those things did not belong to me, that
he knew what he had to do, and he commanded me to leave his house on the
Mad with rage, I ran for a Jew, to whom I wanted to sell what remained of
the furniture, but when I returned to my house I found a bailiff waiting
at the door, and he handed me a summons. I looked over it and perceived
that it was issued at the instance of Antonio Razetta. It was the name of
the fellow with the swarthy countenance. The seals were already affixed on
all the doors, and I was not even allowed to go to my room, for a keeper
had been left there by the bailiff. I lost no time, and called upon M.
Rosa, to whom I related all the circumstances. After reading the summons
"The seals shall be removed to-morrow morning, and in the meantime I shall
summon Razetta before the avogador. But to-night, my dear friend," he
added, "you must beg the hospitality of some one of your acquaintances. It
has been a violent proceeding, but you shall be paid handsomely for it;
the man is evidently acting under M. Grimani's orders."
"Well, that is their business."
I spent the night with Nanette and Marton, and on the following morning,
the seals having been taken off, I took possession of my dwelling. Razetta
did not appear before the 'avogador', and M. Rosa summoned him in my name
before the criminal court, and obtained against him a writ of 'capias' in
case he should not obey the second summons. On the third day M. Grimani
wrote to me, commanding me to call upon him. I went immediately. As soon
as I was in his presence he enquired abruptly what my intentions were.
"I intend to shield myself from your violent proceedings under the
protection of the law, and to defend myself against a man with whom I
ought never to have had any connection, and who has compelled me to pass
the night in a disreputable place."
"In a disreputable place?"
"Of course. Why was I, against all right and justice, prevented from
entering my own dwelling?"
"You have possession of it now. But you must go to your lawyer and tell
him to suspend all proceedings against Razetta, who has done nothing but
under my instructions. I suspected that your intention was to sell the
rest of the furniture; I have prevented it. There is a room at your
disposal at St. Chrysostom's, in a house of mine, the first floor of which
is occupied by La Tintoretta, our first opera dancer. Send all your things
there, and come and dine with me every day. Your sister and your brothers
have been provided with a comfortable home; therefore, everything is now
arranged for the best."
I called at once upon M. Rosa, to whom I explained all that had taken
place, and his advice being to give way to M. Grimani's wishes, I
determined to follow it. Besides, the arrangement offered the best
satisfaction I could obtain, as to be a guest at his dinner table was an
honour for me. I was likewise full of curiosity respecting my new lodging
under the same roof with La Tintoretta, who was much talked of, owing to a
certain Prince of Waldeck who was extravagantly generous with her.
The bishop was expected in the course of the summer; I had, therefore,
only six months more to wait in Venice before taking the road which would
lead me, perhaps, to the throne of Saint Peter: everything in the future
assumed in my eyes the brightest hue, and my imagination revelled amongst
the most radiant beams of sunshine; my castles in the air were indeed most
I dined the same day with M. Grimani, and I found myself seated next to
Razetta—an unpleasant neighbour, but I took no notice of him. When
the meal was over, I paid a last visit to my beautiful house in
Saint-Samuel's parish, and sent all I possessed in a gondola to my new
I did not know Signora Tintoretta, but I was well acquainted with her
reputation, character and manners. She was but a poor dancer, neither
handsome nor plain, but a woman of wit and intellect. Prince Waldeck spent
a great deal for her, and yet he did not prevent her from retaining the
titulary protection of a noble Venetian of the Lin family, now extinct, a
man about sixty years of age, who was her visitor at every hour of the
day. This nobleman, who knew me, came to my room towards the evening, with
the compliments of the lady, who, he added, was delighted to have me in
her house, and would be pleased to receive me in her intimate circle.
To excuse myself for not having been the first to pay my respects to the
signora, I told M. Lin that I did not know she was my neighbour, that M.
Grimani had not mentioned the circumstance, otherwise I would have paid my
duties to her before taking possession of my lodging. After this apology I
followed the ambassador, he presented me to his mistress, and the
acquaintance was made.
She received me like a princess, took off her glove before giving me her
hand to kiss, mentioned my name before five or six strangers who were
present, and whose names she gave me, and invited me to take a seat near
her. As she was a native of Venice, I thought it was absurd for her to
speak French to me, and I told her that I was not acquainted with that
language, and would feel grateful if she would converse in Italian. She
was surprised at my not speaking French, and said I would cut but a poor
figure in her drawing-room, as they seldom spoke any other language there,
because she received a great many foreigners. I promised to learn French.
Prince Waldeck came in during the evening; I was introduced to him, and he
gave me a very friendly welcome. He could speak Italian very well, and
during the carnival he chewed me great kindness. He presented me with a
gold snuffbox as a reward for a very poor sonnet which I had written for
his dear Grizellini. This was her family name; she was called Tintoretta
because her father had been a dyer.
The Tintoretta had greater claims than Juliette to the admiration of
sensible men. She loved poetry, and if it had not been that I was
expecting the bishop, I would have fallen in love with her. She was
herself smitten with a young physician of great merit, named Righelini,
who died in the prime of life, and whom I still regret. I shall have to
mention him in another part of my Memoirs.
Towards the end of the carnival, my mother wrote to M. Grimani that it
would be a great shame if the bishop found me under the roof of an opera
dancer, and he made up his mind to lodge me in a respectable and decent
place. He took the Abbe Tosello into consultation, and the two gentlemen
thought that the best thing they could do for me would be to send me to a
clerical seminary. They arranged everything unknown to me, and the abbe
undertook to inform me of their plan and to obtain from me a gracious
consent. But when I heard him speak with beautiful flowers of rhetoric for
the purpose of gilding the bitter pill, I could not help bursting into a
joyous laughter, and I astounded his reverence when I expressed my
readiness to go anywhere he might think right to send me.
The plan of the two worthy gentlemen was absurd, for at the age of
seventeen, and with a nature like mine, the idea of placing me in a
seminary ought never to have been entertained, but ever a faithful
disciple of Socrates, feeling no unconquerable reluctance, and the plan,
on the contrary, appearing to me rather a good joke, I not only gave a
ready consent, but I even longed to enter the seminary. I told M. Grimani
I was prepared to accept anything, provided Razetta had nothing to do with
it. He gave me his promise, but he did not keep it when I left the
seminary. I have never been able to decide whether this Grimani was kind
because he was a fool, or whether his stupidity was the result of his
kindness, but all his brothers were the same. The worst trick that Dame
Fortune can play upon an intelligent young man is to place him under the
dependence of a fool. A few days afterwards, having been dressed as a
pupil of a clerical seminary by the care of the abbe, I was taken to
Saint-Cyprian de Muran and introduced to the rector.
The patriarchal church of Saint-Cyprian is served by an order of the
monks, founded by the blessed Jerome Miani, a nobleman of Venice. The
rector received me with tender affection and great kindness. But in his
address (which was full of unction) I thought I could perceive a suspicion
on his part that my being sent to the seminary was a punishment, or at
least a way to put a stop to an irregular life, and, feeling hurt in my
dignity, I told him at once, "Reverend father, I do not think that any one
has the right of punishing me."
"No, no, my son," he answered, "I only meant that you would be very happy
We were then shewn three halls, in which we found at least one hundred and
fifty seminarists, ten or twelve schoolrooms, the refectory, the
dormitory, the gardens for play hours, and every pain was taken to make me
imagine life in such a place the happiest that could fall to the lot of a
young man, and to make me suppose that I would even regret the arrival of
the bishop. Yet they all tried to cheer me up by saying that I would only
remain there five or six months. Their eloquence amused me greatly.
I entered the seminary at the beginning of March, and prepared myself for
my new life by passing the night between my two young friends, Nanette and
Marton, who bathed their pillows with tears; they could not understand,
and this was likewise the feeling of their aunt and of the good M. Rosa,
how a young man like myself could shew such obedience.
The day before going to the seminary, I had taken care to entrust all my
papers to Madame Manzoni. They made a large parcel, and I left it in her
hands for fifteen years. The worthy old lady is still alive, and with her
ninety years she enjoys good health and a cheerful temper. She received me
with a smile, and told me that I would not remain one month in the
"I beg your pardon, madam, but I am very glad to go there, and intend to
remain until the arrival of the bishop."
"You do not know your own nature, and you do not know your bishop, with
whom you will not remain very long either."
The abbe accompanied me to the seminary in a gondola, but at Saint-Michel
he had to stop in consequence of a violent attack of vomiting which seized
me suddenly; the apothecary cured me with some mint-water.
I was indebted for this attack to the too frequent sacrifices which I had
been offering on the altar of love. Any lover who knows what his feelings
were when he found himself with the woman he adored and with the fear that
it was for the last time, will easily imagine my feelings during the last
hours that I expected ever to spend with my two charming mistresses. I
could not be induced to let the last offering be the last, and I went on
offering until there was no more incense left.
The priest committed me to the care of the rector, and my luggage was
carried to the dormitory, where I went myself to deposit my cloak and my
hat. I was not placed amongst the adults, because, notwithstanding my
size, I was not old enough. Besides, I would not shave myself, through
vanity, because I thought that the down on my face left no doubt of my
youth. It was ridiculous, of course; but when does man cease to be so? We
get rid of our vices more easily than of our follies. Tyranny has not had
sufficient power over me to compel me to shave myself; it is only in that
respect that I have found tyranny to be tolerant.
"To which school do you wish to belong?" asked the rector.
"To the dogmatic, reverend father; I wish to study the history of the
"I will introduce you to the father examiner."
"I am doctor in divinity, most reverend father, and do not want to be
"It is necessary, my dear son; come with me."
This necessity appeared to me an insult, and I felt very angry; but a
spirit of revenge quickly whispered to me the best way to mystify them,
and the idea made me very joyful. I answered so badly all the questions
propounded in Latin by the examiner, I made so many solecisms, that he
felt it his duty to send me to an inferior class of grammar, in which, to
my great delight, I found myself the companion of some twenty young
urchins of about ten years, who, hearing that I was doctor in divinity,
kept on saying: 'Accipiamus pecuniam, et mittamus asinum in patriam suam'.
Our play hours afforded me great amusement; my companions of the
dormitory, who were all in the class of philosophy at least, looked down
upon me with great contempt, and when they spoke of their own sublime
discourses, they laughed if I appeared to be listening attentively to
their discussions which, as they thought, must have been perfect enigmas
to me. I did not intend to betray myself, but an accident, which I could
not avoid, forced me to throw off the mask.
Father Barbarigo, belonging to the Convent of the Salutation at Venice,
whose pupil I had been in physics, came to pay a visit to the rector, and
seeing me as we were coming from mass paid me his friendly compliments.
His first question was to enquire what science I was studying, and he
thought I was joking when I answered that I was learning the grammar. The
rector having joined us, I left them together, and went to my class. An
our later, the rector sent for me.
"Why did you feign such ignorance at the examination?" he asked.
"Why," I answered, "were you unjust enough to compel me to the degradation
of an examination?"
He looked annoyed, and escorted me to the dogmatic school, where my
comrades of the dormitory received me with great astonishment, and in the
afternoon, at play time, they gathered around me and made me very happy
with their professions of friendship.
One of them, about fifteen years old, and who at the present time must, if
still alive, be a bishop, attracted my notice by his features as much as
by his talents. He inspired me with a very warm friendship, and during
recess, instead of playing skittles with the others, we always walked
together. We conversed upon poetry, and we both delighted in the beautiful
odes of Horace. We liked Ariosto better than Tasso, and Petrarch had our
whole admiration, while Tassoni and Muratori, who had been his critics,
were the special objects of our contempt. We were such fast friends, after
four days of acquaintance, that we were actually jealous of each other,
and to such an extent that if either of us walked about with any
seminarist, the other would be angry and sulk like a disappointed lover.
The dormitory was placed under the supervision of a lay friar, and it was
his province to keep us in good order. After supper, accompanied by this
lay friar, who had the title of prefect, we all proceeded to the
dormitory. There, everyone had to go to his own bed, and to undress
quietly after having said his prayers in a low voice. When all the pupils
were in bed, the prefect would go to his own. A large lantern lighted up
the dormitory, which had the shape of a parallelogram eighty yards by ten.
The beds were placed at equal distances, and to each bed there were a
fold-stool, a chair, and room for the trunk of the Seminarist. At one end
was the washing place, and at the other the bed of the prefect. The bed of
my friend was opposite mine, and the lantern was between us.
The principal duty of the prefect was to take care that no pupil should go
and sleep with one of his comrades, for such a visit was never supposed an
innocent one. It was a cardinal sin, and, bed being accounted the place
for sleep and not for conversation, it was admitted that a pupil who slept
out of his own bed, did so only for immoral purposes. So long as he
stopped in his own bed, he could do what he liked; so much the worse for
him if he gave himself up to bad practices. It has been remarked in
Germany that it is precisely in those institutions for young men in which
the directors have taken most pains to prevent onanism that this vice is
Those who had framed the regulations in our seminary were stupid fools,
who had not the slightest knowledge of either morals or human nature.
Nature has wants which must be administered to, and Tissot is right only
as far as the abuse of nature is concerned, but this abuse would very
seldom occur if the directors exercised proper wisdom and prudence, and if
they did not make a point of forbidding it in a special and peculiar
manner; young people give way to dangerous excesses from a sheer delight
in disobedience,—a disposition very natural to humankind, since it
began with Adam and Eve.
I had been in the seminary for nine or ten days, when one night I felt
someone stealing very quietly in my bed; my hand was at once clutched, and
my name whispered. I could hardly restrain my laughter. It was my friend,
who, having chanced to wake up and finding that the lantern was out, had
taken a sudden fancy to pay me a visit. I very soon begged him to go away
for fear the prefect should be awake, for in such a case we should have
found ourselves in a very unpleasant dilemma, and most likely would have
been accused of some abominable offence. As I was giving him that good
advice we heard someone moving, and my friend made his escape; but
immediately after he had left me I heard the fall of some person, and at
the same time the hoarse voice of the prefect exclaiming:
"Ah, villain! wait until to-morrow—until to-morrow!"
After which threat he lighted the lantern and retired to his couch.
The next morning, before the ringing of the bell for rising, the rector,
followed by the prefect, entered the dormitory, and said to us:
"Listen to me, all of you. You are aware of what has taken place this last
night. Two amongst you must be guilty; but I wish to forgive them, and to
save their honour I promise that their names shall not be made public. I
expect every one of you to come to me for confession before recess."
He left the dormitory, and we dressed ourselves. In the afternoon, in
obedience to his orders, we all went to him and confessed, after which
ceremony we repaired to the garden, where my friend told me that, having
unfortunately met the prefect after he left me, he had thought that the
best way was to knock him down, in order to get time to reach his own bed
without being known.
"And now," I said, "you are certain of being forgiven, for, of course, you
have wisely confessed your error?"
"You are joking," answered my friend; "why, the good rector would not have
known any more than he knows at present, even if my visit to you had been
paid with a criminal intent."
"Then you must have made a false confession: you are at all events guilty
"That may be, but the rector is responsible for the guilt, as he used
"My dear friend, you argue in a very forcible way, and the very reverend
rector must by this time be satisfied that the inmates of our dormitory
are more learned than he is himself."
No more would have been said about the adventure if, a few nights after, I
had not in my turn taken a fancy to return the visit paid by my friend.
Towards midnight, having had occasion to get out of bed, and hearing the
loud snoring of the prefect, I quickly put out the lantern and went to lie
beside my friend. He knew me at once, and gladly received me; but we both
listened attentively to the snoring of our keeper, and when it ceased,
understanding our danger, I got up and reached my own bed without losing a
second, but the moment I got to it I had a double surprise. In the first
place I felt somebody lying in my bed, and in the second I saw the
prefect, with a candle in his hand, coming along slowly and taking a
survey of all the beds right and left. I could understand the prefect
suddenly lighting a candle, but how could I realize what I saw—namely,
one of my comrades sleeping soundly in my bed, with his back turned to me?
I immediately made up my mind to feign sleep. After two or three shakings
given by the prefect, I pretended to wake up, and my bed-companion woke up
in earnest. Astonished at finding himself in my bed, he offered me an
"I have made a mistake," he said, "as I returned from a certain place in
the dark, I found your bed empty, and mistook it for mine."
"Very likely," I answered; "I had to get up, too."
"Yes," remarked the prefect; "but how does it happen that you went to bed
without making any remark when, on your return, you found your bed already
tenanted? And how is it that, being in the dark, you did not suppose that
you were mistaken yourself?"
"I could not be mistaken, for I felt the pedestal of this crucifix of
mine, and I knew I was right; as to my companion here, I did not feel
"It is all very unlikely," answered our Argus; and he went to the lantern,
the wick of which he found crushed down.
"The wick has been forced into the oil, gentlemen; it has not gone out of
itself; it has been the handiwork of one of you, but it will be seen to in
My stupid companion went to his own bed, the prefect lighted the lamp and
retired to his rest, and after this scene, which had broken the repose of
every pupil, I quietly slept until the appearance of the rector, who, at
the dawn of day, came in great fury, escorted by his satellite, the
The rector, after examining the localities and submitting to a lengthy
interrogatory first my accomplice, who very naturally was considered as
the most guilty, and then myself, whom nothing could convict of the
offence, ordered us to get up and go to church to attend mass. As soon as
we were dressed, he came back, and addressing us both, he said, kindly:
"You stand both convicted of a scandalous connivance, and it is proved by
the fact of the lantern having been wilfully extinguished. I am disposed
to believe that the cause of all this disorder is, if not entirely
innocent, at least due only to extreme thoughtlessness; but the scandal
given to all your comrades, the outrage offered to the discipline and to
the established rules of the seminary, call loudly for punishment. Leave
We obeyed; but hardly were we between the double doors of the dormitory
than we were seized by four servants, who tied our hands behind us, and
led us to the class room, where they compelled us to kneel down before the
great crucifix. The rector told them to execute his orders, and, as we
were in that position, the wretches administered to each of us seven or
eight blows with a stick, or with a rope, which I received, as well as my
companion, without a murmur. But the moment my hands were free, I asked
the rector whether I could write two lines at the very foot of the cross.
He gave orders to bring ink and paper, and I traced the following words:
"I solemnly swear by this God that I have never spoken to the seminarist
who was found in my bed. As an innocent person I must protest against this
shameful violence. I shall appeal to the justice of his lordship the
My comrade in misery signed this protest with me; after which, addressing
myself to all the pupils, I read it aloud, calling upon them to speak the
truth if any one could say the contrary of what I had written. They, with
one voice, immediately declared that we had never been seen conversing
together, and that no one knew who had put the lamp out. The rector left
the room in the midst of hisses and curses, but he sent us to prison all
the same at the top of the house and in separate cells. An hour
afterwards, I had my bed, my trunk and all my things, and my meals were
brought to me every day. On the fourth day, the Abbe Tosello came for me
with instructions to bring me to Venice. I asked him whether he had sifted
this unpleasant affair; he told me that he had enquired into it, that he
had seen the other seminarist, and that he believed we were both innocent;
but the rector would not confess himself in the wrong, and he did not see
what could be done.
I threw off my seminarist's habit, and dressed myself in the clothes I
used to wear in Venice, and, while my luggage was carried to a boat, I
accompanied the abbe to M. Grimani's gondola in which he had come, and we
took our departure. On our way, the abbe ordered the boatman to leave my
things at the Palace Grimani, adding that he was instructed by M. Grimani
to tell me that, if I had the audacity to present myself at his mansion,
his servants had received orders to turn me away.
He landed me near the convent of the Jesuits, without any money, and with
nothing but what I had on my back.
I went to beg a dinner from Madame Manzoni, who laughed heartily at the
realization of her prediction. After dinner I called upon M. Rosa to see
whether the law could protect me against the tyranny of my enemies, and
after he had been made acquainted with the circumstances of the case, he
promised to bring me the same evening, at Madame Orio's house, an
extra-judicial act. I repaired to the place of appointment to wait for
him, and to enjoy the pleasure of my two charming friends at my sudden
reappearance. It was indeed very great, and the recital of my adventures
did not astonish them less than my unexpected presence. M. Rosa came and
made me read the act which he had prepared; he had not had time to have it
engrossed by the notary, but he undertook to have it ready the next day.
I left Madame Orio to take supper with my brother Francois, who resided
with a painter called Guardi; he was, like me, much oppressed by the
tyranny of Grimani, and I promised to deliver him. Towards midnight I
returned to the two amiable sisters who were expecting me with their usual
loving impatience, but, I am bound to confess it with all humility, my
sorrows were prejudicial to love in spite of the fortnight of absence and
of abstinence. They were themselves deeply affected to see me so unhappy,
and pitied me with all their hearts. I endeavoured to console them, and
assured them that all my misery would soon come to an end, and that we
would make up for lost time.
In the morning, having no money, and not knowing where to go, I went to
St. Mark's Library, where I remained until noon. I left it with the
intention of dining with Madame Manzoni, but I was suddenly accosted by a
soldier who informed me that someone wanted to speak to me in a gondola to
which he pointed. I answered that the person might as well come out, but
he quietly remarked that he had a friend at hand to conduct me forcibly to
the gondola, if necessary, and without any more hesitation I went towards
it. I had a great dislike to noise or to anything like a public
exhibition. I might have resisted, for the soldiers were unarmed, and I
would not have been taken up, this sort of arrest not being legal in
Venice, but I did not think of it. The 'sequere deum' was playing its
part; I felt no reluctance. Besides, there are moments in which a
courageous man has no courage, or disdains to shew it.
I enter the gondola, the curtain is drawn aside, and I see my evil genius,
Razetta, with an officer. The two soldiers sit down at the prow; I
recognize M. Grimani's own gondola, it leaves the landing and takes the
direction of the Lido. No one spoke to me, and I remained silent. After
half-an-hour's sailing, the gondola stopped before the small entrance of
the Fortress St. Andre, at the mouth of the Adriatic, on the very spot
where the Bucentaur stands, when, on Ascension Day, the doge comes to
espouse the sea.
The sentinel calls the corporal; we alight, the officer who accompanied me
introduces me to the major, and presents a letter to him. The major, after
reading its contents, gives orders to M. Zen, his adjutant, to consign me
to the guard-house. In another quarter of an hour my conductors take their
departure, and M. Zen brings me three livres and a half, stating that I
would receive the same amount every week. It was exactly the pay of a
I did not give way to any burst of passion, but I felt the most intense
indignation. Late in the evening I expressed a wish to have some food
bought, for I could not starve; then, stretching myself upon a hard camp
bed, I passed the night amongst the soldiers without closing my eyes, for
these Sclavonians were singing, eating garlic, smoking a bad tobacco which
was most noxious, and drinking a wine of their own country, as black as
ink, which nobody else could swallow.
Early next morning Major Pelodoro (the governor of the fortress) called me
up to his room, and told me that, in compelling me to spend the night in
the guard-house, he had only obeyed the orders he had received from Venice
from the secretary of war. "Now, reverend sir," he added, "my further
orders are only to keep you a prisoner in the fort, and I am responsible
for your remaining here. I give you the whole of the fortress for your
prison. You shall have a good room in which you will find your bed and all
your luggage. Walk anywhere you please; but recollect that, if you should
escape, you would cause my ruin. I am sorry that my instructions are to
give you only ten sous a day, but if you have any friends in Venice able
to send you some money, write to them, and trust to me for the security of
your letters. Now you may go to bed, if you need rest."
I was taken to my room; it was large and on the first story, with two
windows from which I had a very fine view. I found my bed, and I
ascertained with great satisfaction that my trunk, of which I had the
keys, had not been forced open. The major had kindly supplied my table
with all the implements necessary for writing. A Sclavonian soldier
informed me very politely that he would attend upon me, and that I would
pay him for his services whenever I could, for everyone knew that I had
only ten sous a day. I began by ordering some soup, and, when I had
dispatched it, I went to bed and slept for nine hours. When I woke, I
received an invitation to supper from the major, and I began to imagine
that things, after all, would not be so very bad.
I went to the honest governor, whom I found in numerous company. He
presented me to his wife and to every person present. I met there several
officers, the chaplain of the fortress, a certain Paoli Vida, one of the
singers of St. Mark's Church, and his wife, a pretty woman, sister-in-law
of the major, whom the husband chose to confine in the fort because he was
very jealous (jealous men are not comfortable at Venice), together with
several other ladies, not very young, but whom I thought very agreeable,
owing to their kind welcome.
Cheerful as I was by nature, those pleasant guests easily managed to put
me in the best of humours. Everyone expressed a wish to know the reasons
which could have induced M. Grimani to send me to the fortress, so I gave
a faithful account of all my adventures since my grandmother's death. I
spoke for three hours without any bitterness, and even in a pleasant tone,
upon things which, said in a different manner, might have displeased my
audience; all expressed their satisfaction, and shewed so much sympathy
that, as we parted for the night, I received from all an assurance of
friendship and the offer of their services. This is a piece of good
fortune which has never failed me whenever I have been the victim of
oppression, until I reached the age of fifty. Whenever I met with honest
persons expressing a curiosity to know the history of the misfortune under
which I was labouring, and whenever I satisfied their curiosity, I have
inspired them with friendship, and with that sympathy which was necessary
to render them favourable and useful to me.
That success was owing to a very simple artifice; it was only to tell my
story in a quiet and truthful manner, without even avoiding the facts
which told against me. It is simple secret that many men do not know,
because the larger portion of humankind is composed of cowards; a man who
always tells the truth must be possessed of great moral courage.
Experience has taught me that truth is a talisman, the charm of which
never fails in its effect, provided it is not wasted upon unworthy people,
and I believe that a guilty man, who candidly speaks the truth to his
judge, has a better chance of being acquitted, than the innocent man who
hesitates and evades true statements. Of course the speaker must be young,
or at least in the prime of manhood; for an old man finds the whole of
nature combined against him.
The major had his joke respecting the visit paid and returned to the
seminarist's bed, but the chaplain and the ladies scolded him. The major
advised me to write out my story and send it to the secretary of war,
undertaking that he should receive it, and he assured me that he would
become my protector. All the ladies tried to induce me to follow the