The Last Man


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splendid robes, adorn herself with sunny gems, and ape a princely state.  
Her religion, deep and pure, did not teach her to refuse to blunt thus the  
keen sting of regret; her youthful vivacity made her enter, heart and soul,  
into these strange masquerades.  
We had resolved to pass the ensuing winter at Milan, which, as being a  
large and luxurious city, would afford us choice of homes. We had descended  
the Alps, and left far behind their vast forests and mighty crags. We  
entered smiling Italy. Mingled grass and corn grew in her plains, the  
unpruned vines threw their luxuriant branches around the elms. The grapes,  
overripe, had fallen on the ground, or hung purple, or burnished green,  
among the red and yellow leaves. The ears of standing corn winnowed to  
emptiness by the spendthrift winds; the fallen foliage of the trees, the  
weed-grown brooks, the dusky olive, now spotted with its blackened fruit;  
the chestnuts, to which the squirrel only was harvest-man; all plenty, and  
yet, alas! all poverty, painted in wondrous hues and fantastic groupings  
this land of beauty. In the towns, in the voiceless towns, we visited the  
churches, adorned by pictures, master-pieces of art, or galleries of  
statues--while in this genial clime the animals, in new found liberty,  
rambled through the gorgeous palaces, and hardly feared our forgotten  
aspect. The dove-coloured oxen turned their full eyes on us, and paced  
slowly by; a startling throng of silly sheep, with pattering feet, would  
start up in some chamber, formerly dedicated to the repose of beauty, and  
rush, huddling past us, down the marble staircase into the street, and  
again in at the first open door, taking unrebuked possession of hallowed  
sanctuary, or kingly council-chamber. We no longer started at these  
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