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THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL.
once silenced every doubt as to his birth—he drew it
from one of the loftiest lines in Italy and though his
fortune consisted but of a paternal estate., and a sword
that had already gleamed in numerous battles., his fame
far outweighed every paltry objection on that account.
As soon as Bianca knew that she saw before her the
young hero whom she had loved before she saw him, she
at once resigned herself to joy, and consented to become
his bride.
“ And yet,” said she, as she surveyed the manly figure
before her, “ they did not picture thee to me as thou art.
They spoke of blue eyes—thine are black as the raven’s
wing ; of light fair hair—how jetty is thine
“ Doubtest thou that I am the prince?” said the
stranger reproachfully: “behold, then, these proofs!”
As he spoke, he produced a letter to the prince Adorno,
and another signed with his name. The former was from
a friend, and informed him of the rebellions by which
Bianca had been driven from the ducal throne, concluding
with an earnest request that he would return instantly
from his travels and assert her rights ■, the latter stated
his determination of replacing her in her dominions.
“ This,” said the stranger, as he presented it, “ I have
yet found no means of forwarding.”
After a few moments spent in the examination of the
documents by Bianca, who recognized the hand-writing,
the stranger, again addressing her, besought her to con-
sent to a plan he had formed for the nuptials. As there
were so many of her lovers at Venice, he wished to spare
them the mortification of seeing her become his bride,
and besought her to consent to set out for his castle. A
THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL.
once silenced every doubt as to his birth—he drew it
from one of the loftiest lines in Italy and though his
fortune consisted but of a paternal estate., and a sword
that had already gleamed in numerous battles., his fame
far outweighed every paltry objection on that account.
As soon as Bianca knew that she saw before her the
young hero whom she had loved before she saw him, she
at once resigned herself to joy, and consented to become
his bride.
“ And yet,” said she, as she surveyed the manly figure
before her, “ they did not picture thee to me as thou art.
They spoke of blue eyes—thine are black as the raven’s
wing ; of light fair hair—how jetty is thine
“ Doubtest thou that I am the prince?” said the
stranger reproachfully: “behold, then, these proofs!”
As he spoke, he produced a letter to the prince Adorno,
and another signed with his name. The former was from
a friend, and informed him of the rebellions by which
Bianca had been driven from the ducal throne, concluding
with an earnest request that he would return instantly
from his travels and assert her rights ■, the latter stated
his determination of replacing her in her dominions.
“ This,” said the stranger, as he presented it, “ I have
yet found no means of forwarding.”
After a few moments spent in the examination of the
documents by Bianca, who recognized the hand-writing,
the stranger, again addressing her, besought her to con-
sent to a plan he had formed for the nuptials. As there
were so many of her lovers at Venice, he wished to spare
them the mortification of seeing her become his bride,
and besought her to consent to set out for his castle. A