CHAPTER XXVIII.



Still I did not wholly neglect the paper put into my hands, and
sometimes even devoted an entire day or night to writing. But here
I only treated of literary matters. I composed at that time the
Ester d'Engaddi, the Iginia d'Asti, and the Cantichi, entitled,
Tanereda Rosilde, Eligi and Valafrido, Adello, besides several
sketches of tragedies, and other productions, in the list of which
was a poem upon the Lombard League, and another upon Christopher
Columbus.

As it was not always so easy an affair to get a reinforcement of
paper, I was in the habit of committing my rough draughts to my
table, or the wrapping-paper in which I received fruit and other
articles. At times I would give away my dinner to the under-jailer,
telling him that I had no appetite, and then requesting from him the
favour of a sheet of paper. This was, however, only in certain
exigencies, when my little table was full of writing, and I had not
yet determined on clearing it away. I was often very hungry, and
though the jailer had money of mine in his possession, I did not ask
him to bring me anything to eat, partly lest he should suspect I had
given away my dinner, and partly that the under-jailer might not
find out that I had said the thing which was not when I assured him
of my loss of appetite. In the evening I regaled myself with some
strong coffee, and I entreated that it might be made by the little
sioa, Zanze. {13} This was the jailer's daughter, who, if she could
escape the lynx-eye of her sour mamma, was good enough to make it
exceedingly good; so good, indeed, that, what with the emptiness of