emands of Clement, but had plainly declared
his inability to shelter him in safety. Maintaining secret intercourse
with his partisans at Rome, the fugitive then sought a refuge with the
Eremites, sequestered in the lone recesses of the Monte Maiella, where
in solitude and thought he had passed a whole year, save the time
consumed in his visit to and return from Florence. Taking advantage of
the Jubilee in Rome, he had then, disguised as a pilgrim, traversed the
vales and mountains still rich in the melancholy ruins of ancient Rome,
and entering the city, his restless and ambitious spirit indulged in new
but vain conspiracies! (Rainald, Ann. 1350, N. 4, E. 5.) Excommunicated
a second time by the Cardinal di Ceccano, and again a fugitive, he
shook the dust from his feet as he left the city, and raising his
hands towards those walls, in which are yet traced the witness of
the Tarquins, cried aloud--"Honoured as thy prince--persecuted as thy
victim--Rome, Rome, thou shalt yet receive me as thy conqueror!"

Still disguised as a pilgrim, he passed unmolested through Italy into
the Court of the Emperor Charles of Bohemia, where the page, who had
probably witnessed, had rightly narrated, his reception. It is doubtful,
however, whether the conduct of the Emperor had been as chivalrous as
appears by Angelo's relation, or whether he had not delivered Rienzi to
the Pontiff's emissaries. At all events it is certain, that from Prague
to Avignon, the path of the fallen Tribune had been as one triumph. His
strange adventures--his unbroken spirit--the new power that
Intellect daily and wonderfully excited over the minds of the rising
generation--the eloquence of Petrarch, and the common sympathy of the
vulgar for fallen greatness,--all conspired to make Rienzi the hero of
the age. Not a town through which he passed which would not have risked
a siege for his protection--not a house that would not have sheltered
him--not a hand that would not have struck in his defence. Refusing
all offers of aid, disdaining all occasion of escape, inspired by his
indomitable hope, and his unalloyed belief in the brightness of his own
destinies, the Tribune sought Avignon--and found a dungeon!

These, his external adventures, are briefly and easily told; but who
shall tell what passed within?--who narrate the fearful history of
the heart?--who paint the rapid changes of emotion and of thought--the
indignant grief--the stern dejection--the haughty disappo