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These 4 Things Happen Before A Heart Attack
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Thu Aug 25 11:39:58 2016
Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2016 11:32:41 -0400
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<p>These 4 Things Happen Before A Heart Attack<br /> In the night of the=
15th of January 1343, while the inhabitants of Naples lay wrapped in peace=
ful slumber, they were suddenly awakened by the bells of the three hundred =
churches that this thrice blessed capital contains. In the midst of the dis=
turbance caused by so rude a call the first bought in the mind of all was t=
hat the town was on fire, or that the army of some enemy had mysteriously l=
anded under cover of night and could put the citizens to the edge of the sw=
ord. But the doleful, intermittent sounds of all these fills, which disturb=
ed the silence at regular and distant intervals, were an invitation to the =
faithful pray for a passing soul, and it was soon evident that no disaster =
threatened the town, but that the king alone was in danger. Indeed, it had =
been plain for several days past that the greatest uneasiness prevailed in =
Castel Nuovo; the officers of the crown were assembled regularly twice a da=
y, and persons of importance, whose right it was to make their way into the=
king' s apartments, came out evidently bowed down with grief. But although=
the king' s death was regarded as a misfortune that nothing could avert, y=
et the whole town, on learning for certain of the approach of his last hour=
, was affected with a sincere grief, easily understood when one learns that=
the man about to die, after a reign of thirty-three years, eight months, a=
nd a few days, was Robert of Anjou, the most wise, just, and glorious king =
who had ever sat on the throne of Sicily. And so he carried with him to the=
tomb the eulogies and regrets of all his subjects. Soldiers would speak wi=
th enthusiasm of the long wars he had waged with Frederic and Peter of Arag=
on, against Henry VII and Louis of Bavaria; and felt their hearts beat high=
, remembering the glories of campaigns in Lombardy and Tuscany; priests wou=
ld gratefully extol his constant defence of the papacy against Ghibelline a=
ttacks, and the founding of convents, hospitals, and churches throughout hi=
s kingdom; in the world of letters he was regarded as the most learned king=
in Christendom; Petrarch, indeed, would receive the poet' s crown from no =
other hand, and had spent three consecutive days answering all the question=
s that Robert had deigned to ask him on every topic of human knowledge. The=
men of law, astonished by the wisdom of those laws which now enriched the =
Neapolitan code, had dubbed him the Solomon of their day; the nobles applau=
ded him for protecting their ancient privileges, and the people were eloque=
nt of his clemency, piety, and mildness. In a word, priests and soldiers, p=
hilosophers and poets, nobles and peasants, trembled when they thought that=
the government was to fall into the hands of a foreigner and of a young gi=
rl, recalling those words of Robert, who, as he followed in the funeral tra=
in of Charles, his only son, turned as he reached the threshold of the chur=
ch and sobbingly exclaimed to his barons about him, " This day the cro=
wn has fallen from my head: alas for me! alas for you!" Now that the b=
ells were ringing for the dying moments of the good king, every mind was fu=
ll of these prophetic words: women prayed fervently to God; men from all pa=
rts of the town bent their steps towards the royal palace to get the earlie=
st and most authentic news, and after waiting some moments, passed in excha=
nging sad reflections, were obliged to return as they had come, since nothi=
ng that went on in the privacy of the family found its way outside--the cas=
tle was plunged in complete darkness, the drawbridge was raised as usual, a=
nd the guards were at their post. Yet if our readers care to be present at =
the death of the nephew of Saint Louis and the grandson of Charles of Anjou=
, we may conduct them into the chamber of the dying man. An alabaster lamp =
suspended from the ceiling serves to light the vast and sombre room, with w=
alls draped in black velvet sewn with golden fleur-de-lys. Near the wall wh=
ich faces the two entrance doors that at this moment are both shut close, t=
here stands beneath a brocaded canopy an ebony bed, supported on four twist=
ed columns carved with symbolic figures. The king, after a struggle with a =
violent paroxysm, has fallen swooning in the arms of his confessor and his =
doctor, who each hold one of his dying hands, feeling his pulse anxiously a=
nd exchanging looks of intelligence. At the foot of the bed stands a woman =
about fifty years of age, her hands clasped, her eyes raised to heaven, in =
an attitude of resigned grief: this woman is the queen, No tears dim her ey=
es: her sunken cheek has that waxen yellow tinge that one sees on the bodie=
s of saints preserved by miracle. In her look is that mingling of calm and =
suffering that points to a soul at once tried by sorrow and imbued with rel=
igion. After the lapse of an hour, while no movement had disturbed the prof=
ound silence which reigned about the bed of death, the king trembled slight=
ly; opened his eyes, and endeavoured feebly to raise his head. They thankin=
g the physician and priest with a smile, who had both hastened to arrange h=
is pillows, he begged the queen to come near, and told her in a low voice t=
hat he would speak with her a moment alone. The doctor and confessor retire=
d, deeply bowing, and the king followed them with his eyes up to the moment=
when one of the doors closed behind them. He passed his hand across his br=
ow, as though seeking to collect his thoughts, and rallying all his forces =
for the supreme effort, pronounced these words: " What I must say to y=
ou, Sancha, has no concern with those two good persons who were here a mome=
nt ago: their task is ended. One has done all for my body that human scienc=
e could teach him, and all that has come of it is that my death is yet a li=
ttle deferred; the other has now absolved me of all my sins, and assured me=
of God' s forgiveness, yet cannot keep from me those dread apparitions whi=
ch in this terrible hour arise before me. Twice have you seen me battling w=
ith a superhuman horror. My brow has been bathed in sweat, my limbs rigid, =
my cries have been stifled by a hand of iron. Has God permitted the Evil Sp=
irit to tempt me? Is this remorse in phantom shape? These two conflicts I h=
ave suffered have so subdued my strength that I can never endure a third. L=
isten then, my Sandra, for I have instructions to give you on which perhaps=
the safety of my soul depends." " My lord and my master," s=
aid the queen in the most gentle accents of submission, " I am ready t=
o listen to your orders; and should it be that God, in the hidden designs o=
f His providence, has willed to call you to His glory while we are plunged =
in grief, your last wishes shall be fulfilled here on earth most scrupulous=
ly and exactly. But," she added, with all the solicitude of a timid so=
ul, " pray suffer me to sprinkle drops of holy water and banish the ac=
cursed one from this chamber, and let me offer up some part of that service=
of prayer that you composed in honour of your sainted brother to implore G=
od' s protection in this hour when we can ill afford to lose it." Then=
opening a richly bound book, she read with fervent devotion certain verses=
of the office that Robert had written in a very pure Latin for his brother=
Louis, Bishop of Toulouse, which was, in use in the Church as late as the =
time of the Council of Trent. Soothed by the charm of the prayers he had hi=
mself composed, the king was near forgetting the object of the interview he=
had so solemnly and eagerly demanded and letting himself lapse into a stat=
e of vague melancholy, he murmured in a subdued voice, " Yes, yes, you=
are right; pray for me, for you too are a saint, and I am but a poor sinfu=
l man." " Say not so, my lord," interrupted Dona Sancha; &qu=
ot; you are the greatest, wisest, and most just king who has ever sat upon =
the throne of Naples." " But the throne is usurped," replied=
Robert in a voice of gloom; " you know that the kingdom belonged to m=
y elder brother, Charles Martel; and since Charles was on the throne of Hun=
gary, which he inherited from his mother, the kingdom of Naples devolved by=
right upon his eldest son, Carobert, and not on me, who am the third in ra=
nk of the family. And I have suffered myself to be crowned in my nephew' s =
stead, though he was the only lawful-king; I have put the younger branch in=
the place of the elder, and for thirty-three years I have stifled the repr=
oaches of my conscience. True, I have won battles, made laws, founded churc=
hes; but a single word serves to give the lie to all the pompous titles sho=
wered upon me by the people' s admiration, and this one word rings out clea=
rer in my ears than all the, flattery of courtiers, all the songs of poets,=
all the orations of the crowd:--I am an usurper!" " Be not unjus=
t towards yourself, my lord, and bear in mind that if you did not abdicate =
in favour of the rightful heir, it was because you wished to save the peopl=
e from the worst misfortunes. Moreover," continued the queen, with tha=
t air of profound conviction that an unanswerable argument inspires, "=
you have remained king by the consent and authority of our Holy Father the=
sovereign pontiff, who disposes of the throne as a fief belonging to the C=
hurch." " I have long quieted my scruples thus," replied the=
dying man, " and the pope' s authority has kept me silent; but whatev=
er security one may pretend to feel in one' s lifetime, there yet comes a d=
readful solemn hour when all illusions needs must vanish: this hour for me =
has come, and now I must appear before God, the one unfailing judge." =
" If His justice cannot fail, is not His mercy infinite?" pursued=
the queen, with the glow of sacred inspiration. " Even if there were =
good reason for the fear that has shaken your soul, what fault could not be=
effaced by a repentance so noble? Have you not repaired the wrong you may =
have done your nephew Carobert, by bringing his younger son Andre to your k=
ingdom and marrying him to Joan, your poor Charles' s elder daughter? Will =
not they inherit your crown?" " Alas!" cried Robert, with a =
deep sigh, " God is punishing me perhaps for thinking too late of this=
just reparation. O my good and noble Sandra, you touch a chord which vibra=
tes sadly in my heart, and you anticipate the unhappy confidence I was abou=
t to make. I feel a gloomy presentiment--and in the hour of death presentim=
ent is prophecy--that the two sons of my nephew, Louis, who has been King o=
f Hungary since his father died, and Andre, whom I desired to make King of =
Naples, will prove the scourge of my family. Ever since Andre set foot in o=
ur castle, a strange fatality has pursued and overturned my projects. I had=
hoped that if Andre and Joan were brought up together a tender intimacy wo=
uld arise between the two children; and that the beauty of our skies, our c=
ivilisation, and the attractions of our court would end by softening whatev=
er rudeness there might be in the young Hungarian' s character; but in spit=
e of my efforts all has tended to cause coldness, and even aversion, betwee=
n the bridal pair. Joan, scarcely fifteen, is far ahead of her age. Gifted =
with a brilliant and mobile mind, a noble and lofty character, a lively and=
glowing fancy, now free and frolicsome as a child, now grave and proud as =
a queen, trustful and simple as a young girl, passionate and sensitive as a=
woman, she presents the most striking contrast to Andre, who, after a stay=
of ten years at our court, is wilder, more gloomy, more intractable than e=
ver. His cold, regular features, impassive countenance, and indifference to=
every pleasure that his wife appears to love, all this has raised between =
him and Joan a barrier of indifference, even of antipathy. To the tenderest=
effusion his reply is no more than a scornful smile or a frown, and he nev=
er seems happier than when on a pretext of the chase he can escape from the=
court. These, then, are the two, man and wife, on whose heads my crown sha=
ll rest, who in a short space will find themselves exposed to every passion=
whose dull growl is now heard below a deceptive calm, but which only await=
s the moment when I breathe my last, to burst forth upon them." "=
O my God, my God!" the queen kept repeating in her grief: her arms fe=
ll by her side, like the arms of a statue weeping by a tomb. " Listen,=
Dona Sandra. I know that your heart has never clung to earthly vanities, a=
nd that you only wait till God has called me to Himself to withdraw to the =
convent of Santa Maria delta Croce, founded by yourself in the hope that yo=
u might there end your days. Far be it from me to dissuade you from your sa=
cred vocation, when I am myself descending into the tomb and am conscious o=
f the nothingness of all human greatness. Only grant me one year of widowho=
od before you pass on to your bridal with the Lord, one year in which you w=
ill watch over Joan and her husband, to keep from them all the dangers that=
threaten. Already the woman who was the seneschal' s wife and her son have=
too much influence over our grand- daughter; be specially careful, and ami=
d the many interests, intrigues, and temptations that will surround the you=
ng queen, distrust particularly the affection of Bertrand d' Artois, the be=
auty of Louis of Tarentum; and the ambition of Charles of Durazzo." Th=
e king paused, exhausted by the effort of speaking; then turning on his wif=
e a supplicating glance and extending his thin wasted hand, he added in a s=
carcely audible voice: " Once again I entreat you, leave not the court=
before a year has passed. Do you promise me?" " I promise, my lo=
rd." " And now," said Robert, whose face at these words took=
on a new animation, " call my confessor and the physician and summon =
the family, for the hour is at hand, and soon I shall not have the strength=
to speak my last words." A few moments later the priest and the docto=
r re-entered the room, their faces bathed, in tears. The king thanked them =
warmly for their care of him in his last illness, and begged them help to d=
ress him in the coarse garb of a Franciscan monk, that God, as he said, see=
ing him die in poverty, humility, and penitence, might the more easily gran=
t him pardon. The confessor and doctor placed upon his naked feet the sanda=
ls worn by mendicant friars, robed him in a Franciscan frock, and tied the =
rope about his waist. Stretched thus upon his bed, his brow surmounted by h=
is scanty locks, with his long white beard, and his hands crossed upon his =
breast, the King of Naples looked like one of those aged anchorites who spe=
nd their lives in mortifying the flesh, and whose souls, absorbed in heaven=
ly contemplation, glide insensibly from out their last ecstasy into eternal=
bliss. Some time he lay thus with closed eyes, putting up a silent prayer =
to God; then he bade them light the spacious room as for a great solemnity,=
and gave a sign to the two persons who stood, one at the head, the other a=
t the foot of the bed. The two folding doors opened, and the whole of the r=
oyal family, with the queen at their head and the chief barons following, t=
ook their places in silence around the dying king to hear his last wishes. =
His eyes turned toward Joan, who stood next him on his right hand, with an =
indescribable look of tenderness and grief. She was of a beauty so unusual =
and so marvellous, that her grandfather was fascinated by the dazzling sigh=
t, and mistook her for an angel that God had sent to console him on his dea=
thbed. The pure lines of her fine profile, her great black liquid eyes, her=
noble brow uncovered, her hair shining like the raven' s wing, her delicat=
e mouth, the whole effect of this beautiful face on the mind of those who b=
eheld her was that of a deep melancholy and sweetness, impressing itself on=
ce and for ever. Tall and slender, but without the excessive thinness of so=
me young girls, her movements had that careless supple grace that recall th=
e waving of a flower stalk in the breeze. But in spite of all these smiling=
and innocent graces one could yet discern in Robert' s heiress a will firm=
and resolute to brave every obstacle, and the dark rings that circled her =
fine eyes plainly showed that her heart was already agitated by passions be=
yond her years. Beside Joan stood her younger sister, Marie, who was twelve=
or thirteen years of age, the second daughter of Charles, Duke of Calabria=
, who had died before her birth, and whose mother, Marie of Valois, had unh=
appily been lost to her from her cradle. Exceedingly pretty and shy, she se=
emed distressed by such an assembly of great personages, and quietly drew n=
ear to the widow of the grand seneschal, Philippa, surnamed the Catanese, t=
he princesses' governess, whom they honoured as a mother. Behind the prince=
sses and beside this lady stood her son, Robert of Cabane, a handsome young=
man, proud and upright, who with his left hand played with his slight mous=
tache while he secretly cast on Joan a glance of audacious boldness. The gr=
oup was completed by Dona Cancha, the young chamberwoman to the princesses,=
and by the Count of Terlizzi, who exchanged with her many a furtive look a=
nd many an open smile. The second group was composed of Andre, Joan' s husb=
and, and Friar Robert, tutor to, the young prince, who had come with him fr=
om Budapesth, and never left him for a minute. Andre was at this time perha=
ps eighteen years old: at first sight one was struck by the extreme regular=
ity of his features, his handsome, noble face, and abundant fair hair; but =
among all these Italian faces, with their vivid animation, his countenance =
lacked expression, his eyes seemed dull, and something hard and icy in his =
looks revealed his wild character and foreign extraction. His tutor' s port=
rait Petrarch has drawn for us: crimson face, hair and beard red, figure sh=
ort and crooked; proud in poverty, rich and miserly; like a second Diogenes=
, with hideous and deformed limbs barely concealed beneath his friar' s fro=
ck. In the third group stood the widow of Philip, Prince of Tarentum, the k=
ing' s brother, honoured at the court of Naples with the title of Empress o=
f Constantinople, a style inherited by her as the granddaughter of Baldwin =
II. Anyone accustomed to sound the depths of the human heart would at one g=
lance have perceived that this woman under her ghastly pallor concealed an =
implacable hatred, a venomous jealousy, and an all-devouring ambition. She =
had her three sons about her--Robert, Philip and Louis, the youngest. Had t=
he king chosen out from among his nephews the handsomest, bravest, and most=
generous, there can be no doubt that Louis of Tarentum would have obtained=
the crown. At the age of twenty-three he had already excelled the cavalier=
s of most renown in feats of arms; honest, loyal, and brave, he no sooner c=
onceived a project than he promptly carried it out. His brow shone in that =
clear light which seems to, serve as a halo of success to natures so privil=
eged as his; his fine eyes, of a soft and velvety black, subdued the hearts=
of men who could not resist their charm, and his caressing smile made conq=
uest sweet. A child of destiny, he had but to use his will; some power unkn=
own, some beneficent fairy had watched over his birth, and undertaken to sm=
ooth away all obstacles, gratify all desires. Near to him, but in the fourt=
h group, his cousin Charles of Duras stood and scowled. His mother, Agnes, =
the widow of the Duke of Durazzo and Albania, another of the king' s brothe=
rs, looked upon him affrighted, clutching to her breast her two younger son=
s, Ludovico, Count of Gravina, and Robert, Prince of Morea. Charles, pale-f=
aced, with short hair and thick beard, was glancing with suspicion first at=
his dying uncle and then at Joan and the little Marie, then again at his c=
ousins, apparently so excited by tumultuous thoughts that he could not stan=
d still. His feverish uneasiness presented a marked contrast with the calm,=
dreamy face of Bertrand d' Artois, who, giving precedence to his father Ch=
arles, approached the queen at the foot of the bed, and so found himself fa=
ce to face with Joan. The young man was so absorbed by the beauty of the pr=
incess that he seemed to see nothing else in the room. As soon as Joan and =
Andre; the Princes of Tarentum and Durazzo, the Counts of Artois, and Queen=
Sancha had taken their places round the bed of death, forming a semicircle=
, as we have just described, the vice-chancellor passed through the rows of=
barons, who according to their rangy were following closely after the prin=
ces of the blood; and bowing low before the king, unfolded a parchment seal=
ed with the royal seal, and read in a solemn voice, amid a profound silence=
: " Robert, by the grace of God King of Sicily and Jerusalem, Count of=
Provence, Forcalquier, and Piedmont, Vicar of the Holy Roman Church, hereb=
y nominates and declares his sole heiress in the kingdom of Sicily on this =
side and the other side of the strait, as also in the counties of Provence,=
Forcalquier, and Piedmont, and in all his other territories, Joan, Duchess=
of Calabria, elder daughter of the excellent lord Charles, Duke of Calabri=
a, of illustrious memory. " Moreover, he nominates and declares the ho=
nourable lady Marie, younger daughter of the late Duke of Calabria, his hei=
ress in the county of Alba and in the jurisdiction of the valley of Grati a=
nd the territory of Giordano, with all their castles and dependencies; and =
orders that the lady thus named receive them in fief direct from the afores=
aid duchess and her heirs; on this condition, however, that if the duchess =
give and grant to her illustrious sister or to her assigns the sum of 10,00=
0 ounces of gold by way of compensation, the county and jurisdiction afores=
aid--shall remain in the possession of the duchess and her heirs. " Mo=
reover, he wills and commands, for private and secret reasons, that the afo=
resaid lady Marie shall contract a marriage with the very illustrious princ=
e, Louis, reigning King of Hungary. And in case any impediment should appea=
r to this marriage by reason of--the union said to be already arranged and =
signed between the King of Hungary and the King of Bohemia and his daughter=
, our lord the king commands that the illustrious lady Marie shall contract=
a marriage with the elder son of the mighty lord Don Juan, Duke of Normand=
y, himself the elder son of the reigning King of France." At this poin=
t Charles of Durazzo gave Marie a singularly meaning look, which escaped th=
e notice of all present, their attention being absorbed by the reading of R=
obert' s will. The young girl herself, from the moment when she first heard=
her own name, had stood confused and thunderstruck, with scarlet cheeks, n=
ot daring to raise her eyes. The vice-chancellor continued: " Moreover=
, he has willed and commanded that the counties of Forcalquier and Provence=
shall in all perpetuity be united to his kingdom, and shall form one sole =
and inseparable dominion, whether or not there be several sons or daughters=
or any other reason of any kind for its partition, seeing that this union =
is of the utmost importance for the security and common prosperity of the k=
ingdom and counties aforesaid. " Moreover, he has decided and commande=
d that in case of the death of the Duchess Joan--which God avert!--without =
lawful issue of her body, the most illustrious lord Andre, Duke of Calabria=
, her husband, shall have the principality of Salerno, with the title fruit=
s, revenues, and all the rights thereof, together with the revenue of 2000 =
ounces of gold for maintenance. " Moreover, he has decided and ordered=
that the Queen above all, and also the venerable father Don Philip of Caba=
ssole, Bishop of Cavaillon, vice-chancellor of the kingdom of Sicily, and t=
he magnificent lords Philip of Sanguineto, seneschal of Provence, Godfrey o=
f Marsan, Count of Squillace, admiral of the kingdom, and Charles of Artois=
, Count of Aire, shall be governors, regents, and administrators of the afo=
resaid lord Andre and the aforesaid ladies Joan and Marie, until such time =
as the duke, the duchess, and the very illustrious lady Marie shall have at=
tained their twenty-fifth year," etc. etc. When the vice-chancellor ha=
d finished reading, the king sat up, and glancing round upon his fair and n=
umerous family, thus spoke: " My children, you have heard my last wish=
es. I have bidden you all to my deathbed, that you may see how the glory of=
the world passes away. Those whom men name the great ones of the earth hav=
e more duties to perform, and after death more accounts to render: it is in=
this that their greatness lies. I have reigned thirty-three years, and God=
before whom I am about to appear, God to whom my sighs have often arisen d=
uring my long and painful life, God alone knows the thoughts that rend my h=
eart in the hour of death. Soon shall I be lying in the tomb, and all that =
remains of me in this world will live in the memory of those who pray for m=
e. But before I leave you for ever, you, oh, you who are twice my daughters=
, whom I have loved with a double love, and you my nephews who have had fro=
m me all the care and affection of a father, promise me to be ever united i=
n heart and in wish, as indeed you are in my love. I have lived longer than=
your fathers, I the eldest of all, and thus no doubt God has wished to tig=
hten the bonds of your affection, to accustom you to live in one family and=
to pay honour to one head. I have loved you all alike, as a father should,=
without exception or preference. I have disposed of my throne according to=
the law of nature and the inspiration of my conscience: Here are the heirs=
of the crown of Naples; you, Joan, and you, Andre, will never forget the l=
ove and respect that are due between husband and wife, and mutually sworn b=
y you at the foot of the altar; and you, my nephews all; my barons, my offi=
cers, render homage to your lawful sovereigns; Andre of Hungary, Louis of T=
arentum, Charles of Durazzo, remember that you are brothers; woe to him who=
shall imitate the perfidy of Cain! May his blood fall upon his own head, a=
nd may he be accursed by Heaven as he is by the mouth of a dying man; and m=
ay the blessing of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit descend upon th=
at man whose heart is good, when the Lord of mercy shall call to my soul Hi=
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