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THE

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

THE GALLERY OF APELLES.

A Fragment of a Grecian Tale, translated from a Greek Manuscript
discovered in the Summer of 1814.

THE adventure which led to the discovery of the manuscript, from
which the subjoined translation has been made, is not one of those that
can be ushered in as curious or extraordinary. It is, indeed, little be-
yond a common-place occurrence; but it possesses the advantages of
simplicity and truth, which, in my mind, can give, even to common-
place, a charm far beyond the reach of singularity and pretension. I
shall therefore briefly relate it.

In the memorable year 1814, when the vast theatre of Napoleon's
pride and power was thrown open to British subjects, I was one of the
many who hastened to go over what had so long been forbidden
ground. My intention was, having made but a short stay at Paris, to
cross the Alps and visit Rome, the object of my early and unbounded
veneration. A friend told me that he should charge me with a commis-
sion to execute on my way. He was of a Roman Catholic family; and
his only sister, in the very blossom of her youth, had sacrificed fortune,
beauty, and the graces, to a life of religious seclusion. The place of
her retirement was a small convent beyond the Alps, on the great
Milan road, at the village of Vallerosa. My commission was, to pur-
chase, at Paris, a collection of the small medals, crucifixes, rosaries, and
amulets, which had been issued from the Imperial mint on the occasion
of Napoleon's being crowned" the Lord's anointed" by the l'ope-all
of which professed to have received the benediction of the holy father.
I was, however, particularly cautioned to guard against a fraud, which,
according to the letter of the fair recluse, the bijoutiers of Paris some-
times practised on the faithful, viz. imposing comme benis du Pape, what
had received the blessing only at second hand,-by being placed in con-
tact with others that had received the primary benediction. I was,
also, charged with letters from my friend, and the other members of his
family, for the novice-nun and the abbess of Vallerosa. Having passed
some days at Paris pleasantly enough (I owe this acknowledgment
en passant), I began to think of continuing my journey. My first care
was to execute my commission. I consulted on the subject a charm-
ing friend, with whom I had the good fortune to become acquainted
during my short stay in the French capital. She observed, with a
smile, that she thought Englishmen were all heretics, and had no faith
in Bons Dieux, offering, at the same time, to accompany me to the Quai

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THE

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

THE GALLERY OF APELLES.

A Fragment of a Grecian Tale, translated from a Greek Manuscript
discovered in the Summer of 1814.

THE adventure which led to the discovery of the manuscript, from which the subjoined translation has been made, is not one of those that can be ushered in as curious or extraordinary. It is, indeed, little beyond a common-place occurrence; but it possesses the advantages of simplicity and truth, which, in my mind, can give, even to commonplace, a charm far beyond the reach of singularity and pretension. I shall therefore briefly relate it.

In the memorable year 1814, when the vast theatre of Napoleon's pride and power was thrown open to British subjects, I was one of the many who hastened to go over what had so long been forbidden ground. My intention was, having made but a short stay at Paris, to cross the Alps and visit Rome, the object of my early and unbounded veneration. A friend told me that he should charge me with a commission to execute on my way. He was of a Roman Catholic family; and his only sister, in the very blossom of her youth, had sacrificed fortune, beauty, and the graces, to a life of religious seclusion. The place of her retirement was a small convent beyond the Alps, on the great Milan road, at the village of Vallerosa. My commission was, to purchase, at Paris, a collection of the small medals, crucifixes, rosaries, and amulets, which had been issued from the Imperial mint on the occasion of Napoleon's being crowned" the Lord's anointed" by the Pope-all of which professed to have received the benediction of the holy father. I was, however, particularly cautioned to guard against a fraud, which, according to the letter of the fair recluse, the bijoutiers of Paris sometimes practised on the faithful, viz. imposing comme benis du Pape, what had received the blessing only at second hand,-by being placed in contact with others that had received the primary benediction. I was, also, charged with letters from my friend, and the other members of his family, for the novice-nun and the abbess of Vallerosa. Having passed some days at Paris pleasantly enough (I owe this acknowledgment en passant), I began to think of continuing my journey. My first care was to execute my commission. I consulted on the subject a charming friend, with whom I had the good fortune to become acquainted during my short stay in the French capital. She observed, with a smile, that she thought Englishmen were all heretics, and had no faith in Bons Dieux, offering, at the same time, to accompany me to the Quai

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