pitol--from the spires of the sacred buildings
dedicated to Apostle and to Saint--floated banners as for a victory.
Rome once more opened her arms to receive her Tribune!

Mingled with the crowd--disguised by his large mantle--hidden by the
pressure of the throng--his person, indeed, forgotten by most--and, in
the confusion of the moment, heeded by none--stood Adrian Colonna! He
had not been able to conquer his interest for the brother of Irene.
Solitary amidst his fellow-citizens, he stood--the only one of the proud
race of Colonna who witnessed the triumph of the darling of the people.

"They say he has grown large in his prison," said one of the bystanders;
"he was lean enough when he came by daybreak out of the Church of St.
Angelo!"

"Ay," said another, a little man with a shrewd, restless eye, "they say
truly; I saw him take leave of the Legate."

Every eye was turned to the last speaker; he became at once a personage
of importance. "Yes," continued the little man with an elated and
pompous air, "as soon, d'ye see, as he had prevailed on Messere
Brettone, and Messere Arimbaldo, the brothers of Fra Moreale, to
accompany him from Perugia to Monte Fiascone, he went at once to the
Legate d'Albornoz, who was standing in the open air conversing with his
captains. A crowd followed. I was one of them; and the Tribune nodded
at me--ay, that did he!--and so, with his scarlet cloak, and his scarlet
cap, he faced the proud Cardinal with a pride greater than his own.
'Monsignore,' said he, 'though you accord me neither money nor arms, to
meet the dangers of the road and brave the ambush of the Barons, I
am prepared to depart. Senator of Rome, his Holiness hath made me:
according to custom, I pray you, Monsignore, forthwith to confirm the
rank.' I would you could have seen how the proud Spaniard stared, and
blushed, and frowned; but he bit his lip, and said little."

"And confirmed Rienzi Senator?"

"Yes; and blessed him, and bade him depart."

"Senator!" said a stalwart but grey-haired giant with folded arms; "I
like not a title that has been borne by a patrician. I fear me, in the
new title he will forget the old."

"Fie, Cecco del Vecchio, you were always a grumbler!" said a merchant
of cloth, whose commodity the ceremonial had put in great request.
"Fie!--for my part, I think Senator a less new-fangled title than
Tribune. I hope there will be feasting enow, at last. Rome has been long
dull. A bad time for trade, I