A better poet, and moreover a man of exquisite gallantry, was Luigi Sperelli, attached to the court of the _lazzaroni_ king of Naples and his queen Caroline.

His Muse was very charming, and affected a certain epicurean melancholy.

He loved much and with a fine discrimination, and had innumerable adventures--some of them famous--as, for instance, that with the Marchesa di Bugnano who poisoned herself out of jealousy, and with the Countess of Chesterfield who died of consumption, and whom he mourned in a series of odes, sonnets and elegies--very moving, if perhaps somewhat overladen with metaphor.
Count Andrea Sperelli-Fieschi d'Ugenta, sole heir to the family, carried on its traditions.

He was, in truth, the ideal type of the young Italian nobleman of the nineteenth century, a true representative of a race of chivalrous gentlemen and graceful artists, the last scion of an intellectual line.
He was, so to speak, thoroughly impregnated with art.

His early youth, nourished as it was by the most varied and profound studies, promised wonders.