The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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the fountains and groves of the gardens; already have commenced to
congregate the gay courtiers and lovely dames of this land of the sun. The diamond tiaras that sparkle on those lovely brows are less dazzling than the lovely and soul-ravishing eyes that look out from that mental diamond, the soul within; the jewelled stars upon those manly breasts well become the noble bearing of the wearers. Brilliant indeed was the soiree of the rich and liberal Grand Duke of Tuscany. The Austrian-born monarch seemed to delight in surrounding the nobles of his court with the most magnificent luxury and display that wealth could procure, as if he would fain show his Italian subjects his own national taste. "The duke spares no expense in his entertainments," said the English consul to a friend, by whom he was standing. "I have known him send to Rome frequently for an artifice to serve him a single evening," was the reply. "It may be a weakness thus to lavish expenditure, but it is a most brilliant one," said the consul. "And one which is dictated as much by policy as by his own personal gratification," said the other. "Perhaps so; but without questioning his motives, we may at all events enjoy the feast he spreads." "That is but proper and reasonable, and I most heartily subscribe to the same," |
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