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picturesque language of Italy from her lips--like music sounded those

full, artistic rhymes, of which but few of the hearers had the least

suspicion that they cae is an easy and a grateful task! What wonder, then, that Corilla

acquitted herself so charhts expressed; they asked not after the quintessence; they were

satisfied with the agreeable sound, without inquiring into the sense of

her words; it was their ht, but only for the rhylances they nodded to each other when, thanks to the studies

which Corilla had made in Tasso, Marino, and Ariosto, she seemed of

herself to find rhymes for the most difficult words

An immense stor frolanced around with an

expression of astonishment on her features; she looked around as if she

knew not whence she cas she now found

herself

After a short pause, which Carlo filled out with his harp, she again put

her hand into the urn and drew out a new theain the inspiration

seemed to pass over her, and the holy Whitsuntide of her muse to be

renewed Constantly more and more stormily resounded the plaudits of her

hearers; it was like a continued thunder of enthusiasm, a real salvo

of joy It aniain recurred to the urn, drawing forth new themes, and seemed to be

absolutely inexhaustible