it will, to the human as to the celestial Pilgrim! -- Thank Heaven at least, that our ambition cannot make us immortal!"
THE BITER BIT
The next morning, when Rienzi descended to the room where his captains awaited him, his quick eye perceived that a cloud still lowered upon the brow of Messere Brettone. Arimbaldo, sheltered by the recess of the rude casement, shunned his eye.
"A fair morning, gentles," said Rienzi; "the Sun laughs upon our enterprise. I have messengers from Rome betimes -- fresh troops will join us ere noon."
"I am glad, Senator," answered Brettone, "that you have tidings which will counteract the ill of those I have to narrate to thee. The soldiers murmur loudly -- their pay is due to them; and, I fear me, that without money they will not march to Palestrina."
"As they will," returned Rienzi, carelessly. "It is but a few days since they entered Rome; pay did they receive in advance -- if they demand more, the Colonna and Orsini may outbid me. Draw off your soldiers, Sir Knight, and farewell."
Brettone's countenance fell -- it was his object to get Rienzi more and more in his power, and he wished not to suffer him to gain that strength which would accrue to him from the fall of Palestrina: the indifference of the Senator foiled and entrapped him in his own net.
"That must not be," said the brother of Montreal, after a confused silence; "we cannot leave you thus