D .-- what is the account rendered by Vescobaldi, the collector?
What! twelve thousand florins ?--no more ?--unconscionable rascal!" (Here was a loud shout without of 'Pandulfo!--long live Pandulfo!') "Pastrucci, my friend, your head wanders; you are listening to the noise without--please to amuse yourself with the calculation I entrusted to you.

Santi, what is the entry given in by Antonio Tralli ?" A slight tap was heard at the door, and Pandulfo entered.
The clerks continued their labour, though they looked up hastily at the pale and respectable visitor, whose name, to their great astonishment, had thus become a popular cry.
"Ah, my friend," said Rienzi, calmly enough in voice, but his hands trembled with ill-suppressed emotion, "you would speak to me alone, eh?
well, well--this way." Thus saying, he led the citizen into a small cabinet in the rear of the room of office, carefully shut the door, and then giving himself up to the natural impatience of his character, seized Pandulfo by the hand: "Speak!" cried he: "do they take the interpretation ?--have you made it plain and palpable enough ?--has it sunk deep into their souls ?" "Oh, by St.Peter! yes!" returned the citizen, whose spirits were elevated by his recent discovery that he, too, was an orator--a luxurious pleasure for a timid man.

"They swallowed every word of the interpretation; they are moved to the marrow--you might lead them this very hour to battle, and find them heroes.

As for the sturdy smith--" "What! Cecco del Vecchio ?" interrupted Rienzi; "ah, his heart is wrought in bronze--what did he ?" "Why, he caught me by the hem of my robe as I descended my rostrum, (oh! would you could have seen me!--per fede I had caught your mantle!--I was a second you!) and said, weeping like a child, 'Ah, Signor, I am but a poor man, and of little worth; but if every drop of blood in this body were a life, I would give it for my country!'" "Brave soul," said Rienzi, with emotion; "would Rome had but fifty such! No man hath done us more good among his own class than Cecco del Vecchio." "They feel a protection in his very size," said Pandulfo.

"It is something to hear such big words from such a big fellow." "Were there any voices lifted in disapprobation of the picture and its sentiment ?" "None." "The time is nearly ripe, then--a few suns more, and the fruit must be gathered.