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VILLA PAMPIIILJ DORIA, ROME. 
wearisome, but I was forced to endure it, and when they departed, mamma immediately called me, 
and said that the Marchese had come, in the name of Cuccio ” (diminutive for Domenico, or 
Domenicuccio), “ to make a formal request for my hand.’’ Shortly after the engagement was 
announced a fearful visitation of cholera in Rome separated the lovers, the Savorelli going to 
Castel Gandolfo, and the Doria taking refuge in their villa. This gave occasion for an ardent 
correspondence, and when the lovers met again they grew every dav more attached. In his 
letters Domenico calls his betrothed by the pet name of Tolla, and is profuse in his expressions 
of passionate fidelity. Her letters show how' her warm and loving nature responds to his appeals, 
she looks forward to the future in the confidence of a perfect bliss. Like an eager, jealous 
child, she asks about his every movement, gives him directions about curling his hair, tells him 
what clothes he is to wear, and how he is to occupy his time. 
All seemed to promise well, but a sinister influence was already at work. A Cardinal uncle of 
Domenico, who had never approved of the match, persuaded his nephew to go on a journey to 
England, whither his elder brother was bound, being engaged to marry Lady Mary Talbot. Queen 
Victorias Coronation was also to take place, and the Doria princes started, though Vittoria W'as 
inconsolable at the prospect of a long separation. Don Domenico left her with renewed protes- 
tations, gave her a ring, and bemoaned his hard fate at being parted from one whom, he took God to 
witness, he held already as his wife. By a sort of presentiment she wrote to a trusted friend : “ He is 
gone, and I am a prey to all the terrors caused by a long absence, and the fear of losing him 
for ever. I am almost reduced to despair. I imagine myself abandoned, dishonoured, the talk 
of the city.” For some time his letters were long, frequent and tender. He describes the 
Coronation, and says that he loves to see everywhere the dear name of Victoria. His last letter 
ends : “ My paper fails, but my heart docs not follow suit, and is full of the most tender love for 
my Tolla. — Yours eternally, Cuccio.” Only eight days later he wrote very coolly from Brussels, 
both to Vittoria and her father, saying that as his uncle opposed the match, he thought it his duty 
to break it off, and that he hoped they would soon forget him. 
The distracted parents, who felt that the sorrow would crush their child, made every effort 
to induce him to redeem his promise ; but his unscrupidous uncle sent him as a companion a man 
who worked upon his weak nature, led him into the wildest excesses, and soon what little good 
there was in him was swamped in evil, and he entirelv renounced his confiding love. 
For a whole month the terrible truth was kept back from Vittoria, though day by day she 
grew more sad and anxious, as no letters came ; but at length it was broken to her. She wrote 
him one more letter, and when no reply came her health failed rapidly. Her father and mother 
persuaded Cardinal Odescalchi to exert his influence with the Doria Cardinal, but all to no 
purpose ; he remained inexorable, and Don Domenico himself was deaf to every entreaty. 
Vittoria pined away. She still kept her faithless lover's portrait ; but when all hope was 
gone she consecrated her ring to the Virgin. On September 25th, 1838, she wrote Domenico 
a last letter, and traced some loving words of forgiveness on the back of his picture, and a week 
after she died. 
When the city realised the news a storm of indignation arose. Her biography and letters 
were published, verses were composed, and a great public funeral marked the popular sympathy. 
Edmond About gave the name of Tolla to one of his heroines in her honour, and feeling against 
Domenico ran high. He, meanwhile, was in Venice, where he received the news of her death 
with every mark of profound indifference. He waited a vear before returning to Rome, and 
then appeared at a party given by the French Ambassador. He soon found, however, that he 
had miscalculated the tenacity of the public memory, and that it was unsafe for him to remain. 
He left Rome for ever, and settled at Genoa, where, ten years after Vittoria’s death, he married 
a Genoese lady. He lived till 1S73. His memory is still execrated, while that of the fair young 
girl, whom fate used so cruelly, is still dear to the hearts of the Roman people. 
1 hese gardens had been the scene of fierce fighting in the siege of Rome in 1849, and a temple 
built in i8;i commemorates the French who fell here. A memorial of a different kind catches 
the eye, looking towards the eastward slopes. The name “ Marv ” in huge letters of clipped 
cypress reminds us that Lady Mary Talbot became the wife of Prince Doria in 1833. Her 
sister Gwendoline was married to Prince Borghese. E. M. P. 
