bitious heart of the Scholar. The voice of the people invested him with the supreme power. He had created a Commonwealth -- to become, if he desired it, a Despot!
LOOKING AFTER THE HALTER WHEN THE MARE IS STOLEN
While such were the events at Rome, a servitor of Stephen Colonna was already on his way to Corneto. The astonishment with which the old Baron received the intelligence may be easily imagined. He lost not a moment in convening his troop; and, while in all the bustle of departure, the Knight of St. John abruptly entered his presence. His mien had lost its usual frank composure.
"How is this?" said he, hastily; "a revolt? -- Rienzi sovereign of Rome? -- can the news be believed?"
"It is too true!" said Colonna, with a bitter smile. "Where shall we hang him on our return?"
"Talk not so wildly, Sir Baron," replied Montreal, discourteously; " Rienzi is stronger than you think for. I know what men are, and you only know what noblemen are! Where is your kinsman, Adrian?"
"He is here, noble Montreal," said Stephen, shrugging his shoulders, with a half-disdainful smile at the rebuke, which he thought it more prudent not to resent; "he is here! -- see him enter!"
"You have heard the news?" exclaimed Montreal.
"And despise the revolution?"
"I fear it!"