philanthropywastobeitssuccessor。Nolovethatdidnotembraceallmankind，aswarmforIndusandthePoleasforthehearthofhome，wasworthythebreastofagenerousman。Opinionwastobefreeasair；andinordertomakeitso，itwasnecessarytoexterminateallthosewhoseopinionswerenotthesameasMons。JeanNicot's。Muchofthisamused，muchrevoltedGlyndon；butwhenthepainterturnedtodwelluponasciencethatallshouldcomprehend，andtheresultsofwhichallshouldenjoy，——asciencethat，springingfromthesoilofequalinstitutionsandequalmentalcultivation，shouldgivetoalltheracesofmenwealthwithoutlabour，andalifelongerthanthePatriarchs'，withoutcare，——thenGlyndonlistenedwithinterestandadmiration，notunmixedwithawe。"Observe，"saidNicot，"howmuchthatwenowcherishasavirtuewillthenberejectedasmeanness。Ouroppressors，forinstance，preachtousoftheexcellenceofgratitude。Gratitude，theconfessionofinferiority!Whatsohatefultoanoblespiritasthehumiliatingsenseofobligation？Butwherethereisequalitytherecanbenomeansforpowerthustoenslavemerit。Thebenefactorandtheclientwillalikecease，and——"
　　"Andinthemeantime，"saidalowvoice，athand，——"inthemeantime，JeanNicot？"
　　Thetwoartistsstarted，andGlyndonrecognisedZanoni。
　　HegazedwithabrowofunusualsternnessonNicot，who，lumpedtogetherashesat，lookedupathimaskew，andwithanexpressionoffearanddismayuponhisdistortedcountenance。
　　Ho，ho!MessireJeanNicot，thouwhofearestneitherGodnorDevil，whyfearestthoutheeyeofaman？
　　"ItisnotthefirsttimeIhavebeenawitnesstoyouropinionsontheinfirmityofgratitude，"saidZanoni。
　　Nicotsuppressedanexclamation，and，aftergloomilysurveyingZanoniwithaneyevillanousandsinister，butfullofhateimpotentandunutterable，said，"Iknowyounot，——whatwouldyouofme？"
　　"Yourabsence。Leaveus!"
　　Nicotsprangforwardastep，withhandsclenched，andshowinghisteethfromeartoear，likeawildbeastincensed。Zanonistoodmotionless，andsmiledathiminscorn。Nicothaltedabruptly，asiffixedandfascinatedbythelook，shiveredfromheadtofoot，andsullenly，andwithavisibleeffort，asifimpelledbyapowernothisown，turnedaway。
　　Glyndon'seyesfollowedhiminsurprise。
　　"Andwhatknowyouofthisman？"saidZanoni。
　　"Iknowhimasonelikemyself，——afollowerofart。"
　　"OfART!Donotsoprofanethatgloriousword。WhatNatureistoGod，artshouldbetoman，——asublime，beneficent，genial，andwarmcreation。ThatwretchmaybeaPAINTER，notanARTIST。"
　　"AndpardonmeifIaskwhatYOUknowofoneyouthusdisparage？"
　　"Iknowthusmuch，thatyouarebeneathmycareifitbenecessarytowarnyouagainsthim；hisownlipsshowthehideousnessofhisheart。WhyshouldItellyouofthecrimeshehascommitted？HeSPEAKScrime!"
　　"Youdonotseem，SignorZanoni，tobeoneoftheadmirersofthedawningRevolution。Perhapsyouareprejudicedagainstthemanbecauseyoudisliketheopinions？"
　　"Whatopinions？"
　　Glyndonpaused，somewhatpuzzledtodefine；butatlengthhesaid，"Nay，Imustwrongyou；foryou，ofallmen，Isuppose，cannotdiscreditthedoctrinethatpreachestheinfiniteimprovementofthehumanspecies。"
　　"Youareright；thefewineveryageimprovethemany；themanynowmaybeaswiseasthefewwere；butimprovementisatastandstill，ifyoutellmethatthemanynowareaswiseasthefewARE。"
　　"Icomprehendyou；youwillnotallowthelawofuniversalequality!"
　　"Law!IfthewholeworldconspiredtoenforcethefalsehoodtheycouldnotmakeitLAW。Levelallconditionsto-day，andyouonlysmoothawayallobstaclestotyrannyto-morrow。AnationthataspirestoEQUALITYisunfitforFREEDOM。Throughoutallcreation，fromthearchangeltotheworm，fromOlympustothepebble，fromtheradiantandcompletedplanettothenebulathathardensthroughagesofmistandslimeintothehabitableworld，thefirstlawofNatureisinequality。"
　　"Harshdoctrine，ifappliedtostates。Arethecrueldisparitiesoflifenevertoberemoved？"
　　"DisparitiesofthePHYSICALlife？Oh，letushopeso。ButdisparitiesoftheINTELLECTUALandtheMORAL，never!Universalequalityofintelligence，ofmind，ofgenius，ofvirtue!——noteacherlefttotheworld!nomenwiser，betterthanothers，——
　　wereitnotanimpossiblecondition，WHATAHOPELESSPROSPECTFOR
　　HUMANITY!No，whiletheworldlasts，thesunwillgildthemountain-topbeforeitshinesupontheplain。Diffusealltheknowledgetheearthcontainsequallyoverallmankindto-day，andsomemenwillbewiserthantherestto-morrow。AndTHISisnotaharsh，butalovinglaw，——theREALlawofimprovement；thewiserthefewinonegeneration，thewiserwillbethemultitudethenext!"
　　AsZanonithusspoke，theymovedonthroughthesmilinggardens，andthebeautifulbaylaysparklinginthenoontide。Agentlebreezejustcooledthesunbeam，andstirredtheocean；andintheinexpressibleclearnessoftheatmospheretherewassomethingthatrejoicedthesenses。Theverysoulseemedtogrowlighterandpurerinthatlucidair。
　　"Andthesemen，tocommencetheireraofimprovementandequality，arejealousevenoftheCreator。Theywoulddenyanintelligence，——aGod!"saidZanoni，asifinvoluntarily。"Areyouanartist，and，lookingontheworld，canyoulistentosuchadogma？BetweenGodandgeniusthereisanecessarylink，——
　　thereisalmostacorrespondentlanguage。WellsaidthePythagoreanSextus，thePythagorean。，'Agoodintellectisthechorusofdivinity。'"
　　Struckandtouchedwiththesesentiments，whichhelittleexpectedtofallfromonetowhomheascribedthosepowerswhichthesuperstitionsofchildhoodascribetothedarkeragencies，Glyndonsaid:"Andyetyouhaveconfessedthatyourlife，separatedfromthatofothers，isonethatmanshoulddreadtoshare。Isthere，then，aconnectionbetweenmagicandreligion？"
　　"Magic!Andwhatismagic!WhenthetravellerbeholdsinPersiatheruinsofpalacesandtemples，theignorantinhabitantsinformhimtheyweretheworkofmagicians。Whatisbeyondtheirownpower，thevulgarcannotcomprehendtobelawfullyinthepowerofothers。ButifbymagicyoumeanaperpetualresearchamongstallthatismorelatentandobscureinNature，Ianswer，I
　　professthatmagic，andthathewhodoessocomesbutnearertothefountainofallbelief。Knowestthounotthatmagicwastaughtintheschoolsofold？Buthow，andbywhom？Asthelastandmostsolemnlesson，bythePriestswhoministeredtotheTemple。PsellusdeDaemonMS。Andyou，whowouldbeapainter，isnotthereamagicalsointhatartyouwouldadvance？
　　Mustyounot，afterlongstudyoftheBeautifulthathasbeen，seizeuponnewandairycombinationsofabeautythatistobe？
　　Seeyounotthatthegranderart，whetherofpoetorofpainter，everseekingfortheTRUE，abhorstheREAL；thatyoumustseizeNatureashermaster，notlackeyherasherslave？
　　Youdemandmasteryoverthepast，aconceptionofthefuture。
　　Hasnottheartthatistrulynobleforitsdomainthefutureandthepast？Youwouldconjuretheinvisiblebeingstoyourcharm；
　　andwhatispaintingbutthefixingintosubstancetheInvisible？
　　Areyoudiscontentedwiththisworld？Thisworldwasnevermeantforgenius!Toexist，itmustcreateanother。Whatmagiciancandomore；nay，whatsciencecandoasmuch？Therearetwoavenuesfromthelittlepassionsandthedrearcalamitiesofearth；bothleadtoheavenandawayfromhell，——artandscience。Butartismoregodlikethanscience；sciencediscovers，artcreates。Youhavefacultiesthatmaycommandart；becontentedwithyourlot。
　　Theastronomerwhocataloguesthestarscannotaddoneatomtotheuniverse；thepoetcancallauniversefromtheatom；thechemistmayhealwithhisdrugstheinfirmitiesofthehumanform；thepainter，orthesculptor，fixesintoeverlastingyouthformsdivine，whichnodiseasecanravage，andnoyearsimpair。
　　Renouncethosewanderingfanciesthatleadyounowtomyself，andnowtoyonoratorofthehumanrace；toustwo，whoaretheantipodesofeachother!Yourpencilisyourwand；yourcanvasmayraiseUtopiasfairerthanCondorcetdreamsof。Ipressnotyetforyourdecision；butwhatmanofgeniuseveraskedmoretocheerhispathtothegravethanloveandglory？"
　　"But，"saidGlyndon，fixinghiseyesearnestlyonZanoni，"iftherebeapowertobafflethegraveitself——"
　　Zanoni'sbrowdarkened。"Andwerethisso，"hesaid，afterapause，"woulditbesosweetalottooutliveallyouloved，andtorecoilfromeveryhumantie？Perhapsthefairestimmortalityonearthisthatofanoblename。"
　　"Youdonotanswerme，——youequivocate。Ihavereadofthelonglivesfarbeyondthedatecommonexperienceassignstoman，"
　　persistedGlyndon，"whichsomeofthealchemistsenjoyed。Isthegoldenelixirbutafable？"
　　"Ifnot，andthesemendiscoveredit，theydied，becausetheyrefusedtolive!Theremaybeamournfulwarninginyourconjecture。Turnoncemoretotheeaselandthecanvas!"
　　Sosaying，Zanoniwavedhishand，and，withdowncasteyesandaslowstep，benthiswaybackintothecity。
　　CHAPTER2。VIII。
　　TheGoddessWisdom。
　　Tosomesheisthegoddessgreat；
　　Tosomethemilchcowofthefield；
　　TheircareisbuttocalculateWhatbuttershewillyield。
　　FromSchiller。
　　ThislastconversationwithZanonileftuponthemindofGlyndonatranquillisingandsalutaryeffect。
　　Fromtheconfusedmistsofhisfancyglitteredforthagainthosehappy，goldenschemeswhichpartfromtheyoungambitionofart，toplayintheair，toilluminethespacelikeraysthatkindlefromthesun。Andwiththeseprojectsmingledalsothevisionofalovepurerandserenerthanhislifeyethadknown。Hismindwentbackintothatfairchildhoodofgenius，whentheforbiddenfruitisnotyettasted，andweknowofnolandbeyondtheEdenwhichisgladdenedbyanEve。Insensiblybeforehimthererosethescenesofahome，withhisartsufficingforallexcitement，andViola'slovecirclingoccupationwithhappinessandcontent；
　　andinthemidstofthesefantasiesofafuturethatmightbeathiscommand，hewasrecalledtothepresentbytheclear，strongvoiceofMervale，themanofcommon-sense。
　　Whoeverhasstudiedthelivesofpersonsinwhomtheimaginationisstrongerthanthewill，whosuspecttheirownknowledgeofactuallife，andareawareoftheirfacilitytoimpressions，willhaveobservedtheinfluencewhichahomely，vigorous，worldlyunderstandingobtainsoversuchnatures。ItwasthuswithGlyndon。Hisfriendhadoftenextricatedhimfromdanger，andsavedhimfromtheconsequencesofimprudence；andtherewassomethinginMervale'svoicealonethatdampedhisenthusiasm，andoftenmadehimyetmoreashamedofnobleimpulsesthanweakconduct。ForMervale，thoughadownrighthonestman，couldnotsympathisewiththeextravaganceofgenerosityanymorethanwiththatofpresumptionandcredulity。Hewalkedthestraightlineoflife，andfeltanequalcontemptforthemanwhowanderedupthehill-sides，nomatterwhethertochaseabutterfly，ortocatchaprospectoftheocean。
　　"Iwilltellyouyourthoughts，Clarence，"saidMervale，laughing，"thoughIamnoZanoni。Iknowthembythemoistureofyoureyes，andthehalf-smileonyourlips。Youaremusinguponthatfairperdition，——thelittlesingerofSanCarlo。"
　　ThelittlesingerofSanCarlo!Glyndoncolouredasheanswered，——
　　"Wouldyouspeakthusofherifsheweremywife？"
　　"No!forthenanycontemptImightventuretofeelwouldbeforyourself。Onemaydisliketheduper，butitisthedupethatonedespises。"
　　"AreyousurethatIshouldbethedupeinsuchaunion？WherecanIfindonesolovelyandsoinnocent，——whereonewhosevirtuehasbeentriedbysuchtemptation？DoesevenasinglebreathofslandersullythenameofViolaPisani？"
　　"IknownotallthegossipofNaples，andthereforecannotanswer；butIknowthis，thatinEnglandnoonewouldbelievethatayoungEnglishman，ofgoodfortuneandrespectablebirth，whomarriesasingerfromthetheatreofNaples，hasnotbeenlamentablytakenin。Iwouldsaveyoufromafallofpositionsoirretrievable。Thinkhowmanymortificationsyouwillbesubjectedto；howmanyyoungmenwillvisitatyourhouse，——andhowmanyyoungwiveswillascarefullyavoidit。"
　　"Icanchoosemyowncareer，towhichcommonplacesocietyisnotessential。Icanowetherespectoftheworldtomyart，andnottotheaccidentsofbirthandfortune。"
　　"Thatis，youstillpersistinyoursecondfolly，——theabsurdambitionofdaubingcanvas。HeavenforbidIshouldsayanythingagainstthelaudableindustryofonewhofollowssuchaprofessionforthesakeofsubsistence；butwithmeansandconnectionsthatwillraiseyouinlife，whyvoluntarilysinkintoamereartist？Asanaccomplishmentinleisuremoments，itisallverywellinitsway；butastheoccupationofexistence，itisafrenzy。"
　　"Artistshavebeenthefriendsofprinces。"
　　"Veryrarelyso，Ifancy，insoberEngland。Thereinthegreatcentreofpoliticalaristocracy，whatmenrespectisthepractical，nottheideal。Justsuffermetodrawtwopicturesofmyown。ClarenceGlyndonreturnstoEngland；hemarriesaladyoffortuneequaltohisown，offriendsandparentagethatadvancerationalambition。ClarenceGlyndon，thusawealthyandrespectableman，ofgoodtalents，ofbustlingenergiesthenconcentrated，entersintopracticallife。Hehasahouseatwhichhecanreceivethosewhoseacquaintanceisbothadvantageandhonour；hehasleisurewhichhecandevotetousefulstudies；
　　hisreputation，builtonasolidbase，growsinmen'smouths。Heattacheshimselftoaparty；heenterspoliticallife；andnewconnectionsservetopromotehisobjects。Attheageoffive-and-forty，what，inallprobability，mayClarenceGlyndonbe？SinceyouareambitiousIleavethatquestionforyoutodecide!Nowturntotheotherpicture。ClarenceGlyndonreturnstoEnglandwithawifewhocanbringhimnomoney，unlessheletsheroutonthestage；sohandsome，thateveryoneaskswhosheis，andeveryonehears，——thecelebratedsinger，Pisani。
　　ClarenceGlyndonshutshimselfuptogrindcoloursandpaintpicturesinthegrandhistoricalschool，whichnobodybuys。
　　Thereisevenaprejudiceagainsthim，asnothavingstudiedintheAcademy，——asbeinganamateur。WhoisMr。ClarenceGlyndon？
　　Oh，thecelebratedPisani'shusband!Whatelse？Oh，heexhibitsthoselargepictures!Poorman!theyhavemeritintheirway；
　　butTeniersandWatteauaremoreconvenient，andalmostascheap。
　　ClarenceGlyndon，withaneasyfortunewhilesingle，hasalargefamilywhichhisfortune，unaidedbymarriage，canjustrearuptocallingsmoreplebeianthanhisown。Heretiresintothecountry，tosaveandtopaint；hegrowsslovenlyanddiscontented；'theworlddoesnotappreciatehim，'hesays，andherunsawayfromtheworld。Attheageofforty-fivewhatwillbeClarenceGlyndon？Yourambitionshalldecidethatquestionalso!"
　　"Ifallmenwereasworldlyasyou，"saidGlyndon，rising，"therewouldneverhavebeenanartistorapoet!"
　　"Perhapsweshoulddojustaswellwithoutthem，"answeredMervale。"Isitnottimetothinkofdinner？Themulletshereareremarkablyfine!"
　　CHAPTER2。IX。
　　WolltihrhochaufihrenFlugelnschweben，WerftdieAngstdesIrdischenvoneuch!
　　FliehetausdemengendumpfenLebenIndesIdealesReich!
　　"DasIdealunddasLeben。"
　　Wouldstthousoarheavenwardonitsjoyouswing？
　　CastofftheearthlyburdenoftheReal；
　　Highfromthiscrampedanddungeonedbeing，springIntotherealmoftheIdeal。
　　AssomeinjudiciousmasterlowersandvitiatesthetasteofthestudentbyfixinghisattentiontowhathefalselycallstheNatural，butwhich，inreality，istheCommonplace，andunderstandsnotthatbeautyinartiscreatedbywhatRaphaelsowelldescribes，——namely，THEIDEAOFBEAUTYINTHEPAINTER'SOWN
　　MIND；andthatineveryart，whetheritsplasticexpressionbefoundinwordsormarble，coloursorsounds，theservileimitationofNatureistheworkofjourneymenandtyros，——soinconductthemanoftheworldvitiatesandlowerstheboldenthusiasmofloftiernaturesbytheperpetualreductionofwhateverisgenerousandtrustfultoallthatistriteandcoarse。AgreatGermanpoethaswelldefinedthedistinctionbetweendiscretionandthelargerwisdom。Inthelastthereisacertainrashnesswhichthefirstdisdains，——
　　"Thepurblindseebuttherecedingshore，Notthattowhichtheboldwavewaftsthemo'er。"
　　Yetinthislogicoftheprudentandtheworldlythereisoftenareasoningunanswerableofitskind。
　　Youmusthaveafeeling，——afaithinwhateverisself-sacrificinganddivine，whetherinreligionorinart，ingloryorinlove；
　　orCommon-sensewillreasonyououtofthesacrifice，andasyllogismwilldebasetheDivinetoanarticleinthemarket。
　　Everytruecriticinart，fromAristotleandPliny，fromWinkelmanandVasaritoReynoldsandFuseli，hassoughttoinstructthepainterthatNatureisnottobecopied，butEXALTED；thattheloftiestorderofart，selectingonlytheloftiestcombinations，istheperpetualstruggleofHumanitytoapproachthegods。Thegreatpainter，asthegreatauthor，embodieswhatisPOSSIBLEtoMAN，itistrue，butwhatisnotCOMMONtoMANKIND。ThereistruthinHamlet；inMacbeth，andhiswitches；inDesdemona；inOthello；inProspero，andinCaliban；
　　thereistruthinthecartoonsofRaphael；thereistruthintheApollo，theAntinous，andtheLaocoon。Butyoudonotmeettheoriginalsofthewords，thecartoons，orthemarble，inOxfordStreetorSt。James's。Allthese，toreturntoRaphael，arethecreaturesoftheideaintheartist'smind。Thisideaisnotinborn，ithascomefromanintensestudy。Butthatstudyhasbeenoftheidealthatcanberaisedfromthepositiveandtheactualintograndeurandbeauty。Thecommonestmodelbecomesfullofexquisitesuggestionstohimwhohasformedthisidea；aVenusoffleshandbloodwouldbevulgarisedbytheimitationofhimwhohasnot。
　　Whenaskedwherehegothismodels，Guidosummonedacommonporterfromhiscalling，anddrewfromameanoriginalaheadofsurpassingbeauty。Itresembledtheporter，butidealisedtheportertothehero。Itwastrue，butitwasnotreal。TherearecriticswhowilltellyouthattheBoorofTeniersismoretruetoNaturethanthePorterofGuido!Thecommonplacepublicscarcelyunderstandtheidealisingprinciple，eveninart；forhighartisanacquiredtaste。
　　Buttocometomycomparison。Stilllessisthekindredprinciplecomprehendedinconduct。Andtheadviceofworldlyprudencewouldasoftendeterfromtherisksofvirtueasfromthepunishmentsofvice；yetinconduct，asinart，thereisanideaofthegreatandbeautiful，bywhichmenshouldexaltthehackneyedandthetriteoflife。NowGlyndonfeltthesoberprudenceofMervale'sreasonings；herecoiledfromtheprobablepictureplacedbeforehim，inhisdevotiontotheonemaster-talenthepossessed，andtheonemaster-passionthat，rightlydirected，mightpurifyhiswholebeingasastrongwindpurifiestheair。
　　Butthoughhecouldnotbringhimselftodecideintheteethofsorationalajudgment，neithercouldheresolveatoncetoabandonthepursuitofViola。FearfulofbeinginfluencedbyZanoni'scounselsandhisownheart，hehadforthelasttwodaysshunnedaninterviewwiththeyoungactress。ButafteranightfollowinghislastconversationwithZanoni，andthatwehavejustrecordedwithMervale，——anightcolouredbydreamssodistinctastoseemprophetic，dreamsthatappearedsotoshapehisfutureaccordingtothehintsofZanonithathecouldhavefanciedZanonihimselfhadsentthemfromthehouseofsleeptohaunthispillow，——heresolvedoncemoretoseekViola；andthoughwithoutadefiniteordistinctobject，heyieldedhimselfuptotheimpulseofhisheart。
　　CHAPTER2。X。
　　OsollecitodubbioefreddatemaChepensandol'accresci。
　　Tasso，Canzonevi。
　　Oanxiousdoubtandchillingfearthatgrowsbythinking。
　　Shewasseatedoutsideherdoor，——theyoungactress!Theseabeforeherinthatheavenlybayseemedliterallytosleepinthearmsoftheshore；while，totheright，notfaroff，rosethedarkandtangledcragstowhichthetravellerofto-dayisdulybroughttogazeonthetombofVirgil，orcomparewiththecavernofPosilipothearchwayofHighgateHill。Therewereafewfishermanloiteringbythecliffs，onwhichtheirnetswerehungtodry；andatadistancethesoundofsomerusticpipemorecommonatthatdaythanatthis，minglednowandthenwiththebellsofthelazymules，brokethevoluptuoussilence，——thesilenceofdecliningnoonontheshoresofNaples；never，tillyouhaveenjoyedit，never，tillyouhavefeltitsenervatingbutdeliciouscharm，believethatyoucancomprehendallthemeaningoftheDolcefarnienteThepleasureofdoingnothing。；andwhenthatluxuryhasbeenknown，whenyouhavebreathedthatatmosphereoffairy-land，thenyouwillnolongerwonderwhytheheartripensintofruitsosuddenandsorichbeneaththerosyskiesandtheglorioussunshineoftheSouth。
　　Theeyesoftheactresswerefixedonthebroadbluedeepbeyond。
　　Intheunwontednegligenceofherdressmightbetracedtheabstractionofhermind。Herbeautifulhairwasgathereduploosely，andpartiallybandagedbyakerchiefwhosepurplecolourservedtodeepenthegoldenhueofhertresses。Astraycurlescapedandfelldownthegracefulneck。Aloosemorning-robe，girdedbyasash，leftthebreeze。Thatcameeverandanonfromthesea，todieuponthebusthalfdisclosed；andthetinyslipper，thatCinderellamighthaveworn，seemedaworldtoowideforthetinyfootwhichitscarcelycovered。Itmightbetheheatofthedaythatdeepenedthesoftbloomofthecheeks，andgaveanunwontedlanguortothelarge，darkeyes。Inallthepompofherstageattire，——inalltheflushofexcitementbeforetheintoxicatinglamps，——neverhadViolalookedsolovely。
　　Bythesideoftheactress，andfillingupthethreshold，——stoodGionetta，withherarmsthrusttotheelbowintwohugepocketsoneithersideofhergown。
　　"ButIassureyou，"saidthenurse，inthatsharp，quick，ear-
　　splittingtoneinwhichtheoldwomenoftheSoutharemorethanamatchforthoseoftheNorth，——"butIassureyou，mydarling，thatthereisnotafinercavalierinallNaples，noramorebeautiful，thanthisInglese；andIamtoldthatalltheseInglesiaremuchricherthantheyseem。Thoughtheyhavenotreesintheircountry，poorpeople!andinsteadoftwenty-fourtheyhaveonlytwelvehourstotheday，yetIhearthattheyshoetheirhorseswithscudi；andsincetheycannotthepoorheretics!turngrapesintowine，fortheyhavenograpes，theyturngoldintophysic，andtakeaglassortwoofpistoleswhenevertheyaretroubledwiththecolic。Butyoudon'thearme，littlepupilofmyeyes，——youdon'thearme!"
　　"AndthesethingsarewhisperedofZanoni!"saidViola，halftoherself，andunheedingGionetta'seulogiesonGlyndonandtheEnglish。
　　"BlessedMaria!donottalkofthisterribleZanoni。Youmaybesurethathisbeautifulface，likehisyetmorebeautifulpistoles，isonlywitchcraft。Ilookatthemoneyhegavemetheothernight，everyquarterofanhour，toseewhetherithasnotturnedintopebbles。"
　　"Doyouthenreallybelieve，"saidViola，withtimidearnestness，"thatsorcerystillexists？"
　　"Believe!DoIbelieveintheblessedSanGennaro？HowdoyouthinkhecuredoldFilippothefisherman，whenthedoctorgavehimup？Howdoyouthinkhehasmanagedhimselftoliveatleastthesethreehundredyears？Howdoyouthinkhefascinateseveryonetohisbiddingwithalook，asthevampiresdo？"
　　"Ah，isthisonlywitchcraft？Itislikeit，——itmustbe!"
　　murmuredViola，turningverypale。Gionettaherselfwasscarcelymoresuperstitiousthanthedaughterofthemusician。Andherveryinnocence，chilledatthestrangenessofvirginpassion，mightwellascribetomagicwhatheartsmoreexperiencedwouldhaveresolvedtolove。
　　"Andthen，whyhasthisgreatPrincedi——beensoterrifiedbyhim？Whyhasheceasedtopersecuteus？Whyhashebeensoquietandstill？Istherenosorceryinallthat？"
　　"Thinkyou，then，"saidViola，withsweetinconsistency，"thatI
　　owethathappinessandsafetytohisprotection？Oh，letmesobelieve!Besilent，Gionetta!WhyhaveIonlytheeandmyownterrorstoconsult？Obeautifulsun!"andthegirlpressedherhandtoherheartwithwildenergy；"thoulightesteveryspotbutthis。Go，Gionetta!leavemealone，——leaveme!"
　　"AndindeeditistimeIshouldleaveyou；forthepolentawillbespoiled，andyouhaveeatnothingallday。Ifyoudon'teatyouwillloseyourbeauty，mydarling，andthennobodywillcareforyou。Nobodycaresforuswhenwegrowugly，——Iknowthat；
　　andthenyoumust，likeoldGionetta，getsomeViolaofyourowntospoil。I'llgoandseetothepolenta。"
　　"SinceIhaveknownthisman，"saidthegirl，halfaloud，——"sincehisdarkeyeshavehauntedme，Iamnolongerthesame。Ilongtoescapefrommyself，——toglidewiththesunbeamoverthehill-tops；tobecomesomethingthatisnotofearth。Phantomsfloatbeforemeatnight；andafluttering，likethewingofabird，withinmyheart，seemsasifthespiritwereterrified，andwouldbreakitscage。"
　　Whilemurmuringtheseincoherentrhapsodies，astepthatshedidnothearapproachedtheactress，andalighthandtouchedherarm。
　　"Viola!——bellissima!——Viola!"
　　Sheturned，andsawGlyndon。Thesightofhisfairyoungfacecalmedheratonce。Hispresencegaveherpleasure。
　　"Viola，"saidtheEnglishman，takingherhand，anddrawingheragaintothebenchfromwhichshehadrisen，asheseatedhimselfbesideher，"youshallhearmespeak!YoumustknowalreadythatIlovethee!Ithasnotbeenpityoradmirationalonethathasledmeeverandevertothydearside；reasonstheremayhavebeenwhyIhavenotspoken，savebymyeyes，before；butthisday——Iknownothowitis——Ifeelamoresustainedandsettledcouragetoaddressthee，andlearnthehappiestortheworst。I
　　haverivals，Iknow，——rivalswhoaremorepowerfulthanthepoorartist；aretheyalsomorefavoured？"
　　Violablushedfaintly；buthercountenancewasgraveanddistressed。Lookingdown，andmarkingsomehieroglyphicalfiguresinthedustwiththepointofherslipper，shesaid，withsomehesitation，andavainattempttobegay，"Signor，whoeverwasteshisthoughtsonanactressmustsubmittohaverivals。Itisourunhappydestinynottobesacredeventoourselves。"
　　"Butyoudonotlovethisdestiny，glitteringthoughitseem；
　　yourheartisnotinthevocationwhichyourgiftsadorn。"
　　"Ah，no!"saidtheactress，hereyesfillingwithtears。"OnceI
　　lovedtobethepriestessofsongandmusic；nowIfeelonlythatitisamiserablelottobeslavetoamultitude。"
　　"Fly，then，withme，"saidtheartist，passionately；"quitforeverthecallingthatdividesthatheartIwouldhaveallmyown。Sharemyfatenowandforever，——mypride，mydelight，myideal!Thoushaltinspiremycanvasandmysong；thybeautyshallbemadeatonceholyandrenowned。Inthegalleriesofprinces，crowdsshallgatherroundtheeffigyofaVenusoraSaint，andawhispershallbreakforth，'ItisViolaPisani!'
　　Ah!Viola，Iadorethee；tellmethatIdonotworshipinvain。"
　　"Thouartgoodandfair，"saidViola，gazingonherlover，ashepressednearertoher，andclaspedherhandinhis；"butwhatshouldIgivetheeinreturn？"
　　"Love，love，——onlylove!"
　　"Asister'slove？"
　　"Ah，speaknotwithsuchcruelcoldness!"
　　"ItisallIhaveforthee。Listentome，signor:whenIlookonyourface，whenIhearyourvoice，acertainsereneandtranquilcalmcreepsoverandlullsthoughts，——oh，howfeverish，howwild!Whenthouartgone，thedayseemsashademoredark；
　　buttheshadowsoonflies。Imisstheenot；Ithinknotofthee:
　　no，Ilovetheenot；andIwillgivemyselfonlywhereIlove。"
　　"ButIwouldteachtheetoloveme；fearitnot。Nay，suchloveasthoudescribest，inourtranquilclimates，istheloveofinnocenceandyouth。"
　　"Ofinnocence!"saidViola。"Isitso？Perhaps——"Shepaused，andadded，withaneffort，"Foreigner!andwouldstthouwedtheorphan？Ah，THOUatleastartgenerous!Itisnottheinnocencethouwouldstdestroy!"
　　Glyndondrewback，conscience-stricken。
　　"No，itmaynotbe!"shesaid，rising，butnotconsciousofthethoughts，halfofshame，halfsuspicion，thatpassedthroughthemindofherlover。"Leaveme，andforgetme。Youdonotunderstand，youcouldnotcomprehend，thenatureofherwhomyouthinktolove。Frommychildhoodupward，IhavefeltasifI
　　weremarkedoutforsomestrangeandpreternaturaldoom；asifI
　　weresingledfrommykind。Thisfeelingand，oh!attimesitisoneofdeliriousandvaguedelight，atothersofthedarkestgloomdeepenswithinmedaybyday。Itisliketheshadowoftwilight，spreadingslowlyandsolemnlyaround。Myhourapproaches:alittlewhile，anditwillbenight!"
　　Asshespoke，Glyndonlistenedwithvisibleemotionandperturbation。"Viola!"heexclaimed，assheceased，"yourwordsmorethaneverenchainmetoyou。Asyoufeel，Ifeel。I，too，havebeeneverhauntedwithachillandunearthlyforeboding。
　　AmidstthecrowdsofmenIhavefeltalone。Inallmypleasures，mytoils，mypursuits，awarningvoicehasmurmuredinmyear，'Timehasadarkmysteryinstoreforthymanhood。'Whenyouspoke，itwasasthevoiceofmyownsoul。"
　　Violagazeduponhiminwonderandfear。Hercountenancewasaswhiteasmarble；andthosefeatures，sodivineintheirraresymmetry，mighthaveservedtheGreekwithastudyforthePythoness，when，fromthemysticcavernandthebubblingspring，shefirsthearsthevoiceoftheinspiringgod。Graduallytherigourandtensionofthatwonderfulfacerelaxed，thecolourreturned，thepulsebeat:theheartanimatedtheframe。
　　"Tellme，"shesaid，turningpartiallyaside，——"tellme，haveyouseen——doyouknow——astrangerinthiscity，——oneofwhomwildstoriesareafloat？"
　　"YouspeakofZanoni？Ihaveseenhim:Iknowhim，——andyou？
　　Ah，he，too，wouldbemyrival!——he，too，wouldbeartheefromme!"
　　"Youerr，"saidViola，hastily，andwithadeepsigh；"hepleadsforyou:heinformedmeofyourlove；hebesoughtmenot——nottorejectit。"
　　"Strangebeing!incomprehensibleenigma!Whydidyounamehim？"
　　"Why!ah，Iwouldhaveaskedwhether，whenyoufirstsawhim，theforeboding，theinstinct，ofwhichyouspoke，cameonyoumorefearfully，moreintelligiblythanbefore；whetheryoufeltatoncerepelledfromhim，yetattractedtowardshim；whetheryoufelt，"andtheactressspokewithhurriedanimation，"thatwithHIMwasconnectedthesecretofyourlife？"
　　"AllthisIfelt，"answeredGlyndon，inatremblingvoice，"thefirsttimeIwasinhispresence。Thoughallaroundmewasgay，——music，amidstlamp-littrees，lightconversenear，andheavenwithoutacloudabove，——mykneesknockedtogether，myhairbristled，andmybloodcurdledlikeice。Sincethenhehasdividedmythoughtswiththee。"
　　"Nomore，nomore!"saidViola，inastifledtone；"theremustbethehandoffateinthis。Icanspeaktoyounomorenow。
　　Farewell!"Shesprungpasthimintothehouse，andclosedthedoor。Glyndondidnotfollowher，nor，strangeasitmayseem，washesoinclined。Thethoughtandrecollectionofthatmoonlithourinthegardens，ofthestrangeaddressofZanoni，frozeupallhumanpassion。Violaherself，ifnotforgotten，shrunkbacklikeashadowintotherecessesofhisbreast。Heshiveredashesteppedintothesunlight，andmusinglyretracedhisstepsintothemorepopulouspartsofthatliveliestofItaliancities。
　　BOOKIII。
　　THEURGIA——
　　icavaliersenvannodoveilpinofatalgliattendeinporto。
　　Gerus。Lib。，cant。xvArgomento。
　　TheknightscamewherethefatalbarkAwaitedthemintheport。
　　CHAPTER3。I。
　　Butthatwhichespeciallydistinguishesthebrotherhoodistheirmarvellousknowledgeofalltheresourcesofmedicalart。Theyworknotbycharms，butsimples——"MS。AccountoftheOriginandAttributesofthetrueRosicrucians，"byJ。VonD。
　　AtthistimeitchancedthatViolahadtheopportunitytoreturnthekindnessshowntoherbythefriendlymusicianwhosehousehadreceivedandshelteredherwhenfirstleftanorphanontheworld。OldBernardihadbroughtupthreesonstothesameprofessionashimself，andtheyhadlatelyleftNaplestoseektheirfortunesinthewealthiercitiesofNorthernEurope，wherethemusicalmarketwaslessoverstocked。Therewasonlylefttogladthehouseholdofhisagedwifeandhimself，alively，prattling，dark-eyedgirlofsomeeightyearsold，thechildofhissecondson，whosemotherhaddiedingivingherbirth。Itsohappenedthat，aboutamonthprevioustothedateonwhichourstoryhasnowentered，aparalyticaffectionhaddisabledBernardifromthedutiesofhiscalling。Hehadbeenalwaysasocial，harmless，improvident，generousfellow——livingonhisgainsfromdaytoday，asifthedayofsicknessandoldageneverwastoarrive。Thoughhereceivedasmallallowanceforhispastservices，itillsufficedforhiswants，；neitherwashefreefromdebt。Povertystoodathishearth，——whenViola'sgratefulsmileandliberalhandcametochasethegrimfiendaway。Butitisnotenoughtoahearttrulykindtosendandgive；morecharitableisittovisitandconsole。"Forgetnotthyfather'sfriend。"SoalmostdailywentthebrightidolofNaplestothehouseofBernardi。Suddenlyaheavierafflictionthaneitherpovertyorthepalsybefelltheoldmusician。Hisgrandchild，hislittleBeatrice，fellill，suddenlyanddangerouslyill，ofoneofthoserapidfeverscommontotheSouth；andViolawassummonedfromherstrangeandfearfulreveriesofloveorfancy，tothesick-bedoftheyoungsufferer。
　　ThechildwasexceedinglyfondofViola，andtheoldpeoplethoughtthathermerepresencewouldbringhealing；butwhenViolaarrived，Beatricewasinsensible。FortunatelytherewasnoperformancethateveningatSanCarlo，andsheresolvedtostaythenightandpartakeitsfearfulcaresanddangerousvigil。
　　Butduringthenightthechildgrewworse，thephysiciantheleechcrafthasneverbeenveryskilfulatNaplesshookhispowderedhead，kepthisaromaticsathisnostrils，administeredhispalliatives，anddeparted。OldBernardiseatedhimselfbythebedsideinsternsilence；herewasthelasttiethatboundhimtolife。Well，lettheanchorbreakandthebatteredshipgodown!Itwasanironresolve，morefearfulthansorrow。Anoldman，withonefootinthegrave，watchingbythecouchofadyingchild，isoneofthemostawfulspectaclesinhumancalamities。
　　Thewifewasmoreactive，morebustling，morehopeful，andmoretearful。Violatookheedofallthree。Buttowardsdawn，Beatrice'sstatebecamesoobviouslyalarming，thatViolaherselfbegantodespair。Atthistimeshesawtheoldwomansuddenlyrisefrombeforetheimageofthesaintatwhichshehadbeenkneeling，wrapherselfinhercloakandhood，andquietlyquitthechamber。Violastoleafterher。
　　"Itiscoldforthee，goodmother，tobravetheair；letmegoforthephysician？"
　　"Child，Iamnotgoingtohim。Ihaveheardofoneinthecitywhohasbeentendertothepoor，andwho，theysay，hascuredthesickwhenphysiciansfailed。Iwillgoandsaytohim，'Signor，wearebeggarsinallelse，butyesterdaywewererichinlove。
　　Weareatthecloseoflife，butwelivedinourgrandchild'schildhood。Giveusbackourwealth，——giveusbackouryouth。
　　LetusdieblessingGodthatthethingwelovesurvivesus。'"
　　Shewasgone。Whydidthyheartbeat，Viola？Theinfant'ssharpcryofpaincalledherbacktothecouch；andtherestillsattheoldman，unconsciousofhiswife'smovements，notstirring，hiseyesglazingfastastheywatchedtheagoniesofthatslightframe。Bydegreesthewailofpaindiedintoalowmoan，——theconvulsionsgrewfeebler，butmorefrequent；theglowoffeverfadedintotheblue，paletingethatsettlesintothelastbloodlessmarble。
　　Thedaylightcamebroaderandclearerthroughthecasement；stepswereheardonthestairs，——theoldwomanenteredhastily；sherushedtothebed，castaglanceonthepatient，"Shelivesyet，signor，shelives!"
　　Violaraisedhereyes，——thechild'sheadwaspillowedonherbosom，——andshebeheldZanoni。Hesmiledonherwithatenderandsoftapproval，andtooktheinfantfromherarms。Yeteventhen，asshesawhimbendingsilentlyoverthatpaleface，asuperstitiousfearmingledwithherhopes。"Wasitbylawful——byholyartthat——"herself-questioningceasedabruptly；forhisdarkeyeturnedtoherasifhereadhersoul，andhisaspectaccusedherconscienceforitssuspicion，foritspokereproachnotunmingledwithdisdain。
　　"Becomforted，"hesaid，gentlyturningtotheoldman，"thedangerisnotbeyondthereachofhumanskill；"and，takingfromhisbosomasmallcrystalvase，hemingledafewdropswithwater。Nosoonerdidthismedicinemoistentheinfant'slips，thanitseemedtoproduceanastonishingeffect。Thecolourrevivedrapidlyonthelipsandcheeks；inafewmomentsthesufferersleptcalmly，andwiththeregularbreathingofpainlesssleep。Andthentheoldmanrose，rigidly，asacorpsemightrise，——lookeddown，listened，andcreepinggentlyaway，stoletothecorneroftheroom，andwept，andthankedHeaven!
　　Now，oldBernardihadbeen，hitherto，butacoldbeliever；sorrowhadneverbeforeledhimaloftfromearth。Oldashewas，hehadneverbeforethoughtastheoldshouldthinkofdeath，——thatendangeredlifeoftheyounghadwakenedupthecarelesssoulofage。Zanoniwhisperedtothewife，andshedrewtheoldmanquietlyfromtheroom。
　　"Dostthoufeartoleavemeanhourwiththycharge，Viola？
　　ThinkestthoustillthatthisknowledgeisoftheFiend？"
　　"Ah，"saidViola，humbledandyetrejoiced，"forgiveme，forgiveme，signor。Thoubiddesttheyoungliveandtheoldpray。Mythoughtsnevershallwrongtheemore!"
　　Beforethesunrose，Beatricewasoutofdanger；atnoonZanoniescapedfromtheblessingsoftheagedpair，andasheclosedthedoorofthehouse，hefoundViolaawaitinghimwithout。
　　Shestoodbeforehimtimidly，herhandscrossedmeeklyonherbosom，herdowncasteyesswimmingwithtears。
　　"Donotletmebetheonlyoneyouleaveunhappy!"
　　"Andwhatcurecantheherbsandanodyneseffectforthee？Ifthoucanstsoreadilybelieveillofthosewhohaveaidedandyetwouldservethee，thydiseaseisoftheheart；and——nay，weepnot!nurseofthesick，andcomforterofthesad，Ishouldratherapprovethanchidethee。Forgivethee!Life，thateverneedsforgiveness，has，foritsfirstduty，toforgive。"
　　"No，donotforgivemeyet。Idonotdeserveapardon；forevennow，whileIfeelhowungratefulIwastobelieve，suspect，aughtinjuriousandfalsetomypreserver，mytearsflowfromhappiness，notremorse。Oh!"shecontinued，withasimplefervour，unconscious，inherinnocenceandhergenerousemotions，ofallthesecretsshebetrayed，——"thouknowestnothowbitteritwastobelievetheenotmoregood，morepure，moresacredthanalltheworld。AndwhenIsawthee，——thewealthy，thenoble，comingfromthypalacetoministertothesufferingsofthehovel，——whenIheardthoseblessingsofthepoorbreatheduponthypartingfootsteps，Ifeltmyveryselfexalted，——goodinthygoodness，nobleatleastinthosethoughtsthatdidNOTwrongthee。"
　　"Andthinkestthou，Viola，thatinamereactofsciencethereissomuchvirtue？Thecommonestleechwilltendthesickforhisfee。Areprayersandblessingsalessrewardthangold？"
　　"Andmine，then，arenotworthless？Thouwiltacceptofmine？"
　　"Ah，Viola!"exclaimedZanoni，withasuddenpassion，thatcoveredherfacewithblushes，"thouonly，methinks，onalltheearth，hastthepowertowoundordelightme!"Hecheckedhimself，andhisfacebecamegraveandsad。"Andthis，"headded，inanalteredtone，"because，ifthouwouldstheedmycounsels，methinksIcouldguideaguilelesshearttoahappyfate。"
　　"Thycounsels!Iwillobeythemall。Mouldmetowhatthouwilt。Inthineabsence，Iamasachildthatfearseveryshadowinthedark；inthypresence，mysoulexpands，andthewholeworldseemscalmwithacelestialnoonday。Donotdenytomethatpresence。Iamfatherlessandignorantandalone!"
　　Zanoniavertedhisface，and，afteramoment'ssilence，repliedcalmly，——
　　"Beitso。Sister，Iwillvisittheeagain!"
　　CHAPTER3。II。
　　Gildingpalestreamswithheavenlyalchemy。
　　Shakespeare。
　　WhosohappyasViolanow!Adarkloadwasliftedfromherheart:herstepseemedtotreadonair；shewouldhavesungforverydelightasshewentgaylyhome。Itissuchhappinesstothepuretolove，——butoh，suchmorethanhappinesstobelieveintheworthoftheonebeloved。Betweenthemtheremightbehumanobstacles，——wealth，rank，man'slittleworld。Buttherewasnolongerthatdarkgulfwhichtheimaginationrecoilstodwellon，andwhichseparatesforeversoulfromsoul。Hedidnotloveherinreturn。Loveher!Butdidsheaskforlove？Didsheherselflove？No；orshewouldneverhavebeenatoncesohumbleandsobold。Howmerrilytheoceanmurmuredinherear；howradiantanaspectthecommonestpasser-byseemedtowear!Shegainedherhome，——shelookeduponthetree，glancing，withfantasticbranches，inthesun。"Yes，brothermine!"shesaid，laughinginherjoy，"likethee，IHAVEstruggledtothelight!"
　　Shehadneverhitherto，likethemoreinstructedDaughtersoftheNorth，accustomedherselftothatdeliciousConfessional，thetransfusionofthoughttowriting。Now，suddenly，herheartfeltanimpulse；anew-borninstinct，thatbadeitcommunewithitself，badeitdisentangleitswebofgoldenfancies，——madeherwishtolookuponherinmostselfasinaglass。UpsprungfromtheembraceofLoveandSoul——theErosandthePsyche——theirbeautifuloffspring，Genius!Sheblushed，shesighed，shetrembledasshewrote。Andfromthefreshworldthatshehadbuiltforherself，shewasawakenedtopreparefortheglitteringstage。Howdullbecamethemusic，howdimthescene，soexquisiteandsobrightofold。Stage，thouarttheFairyLandtothevisionoftheworldly。Fancy，whosemusicisnotheardbymen，whosescenesshiftnotbymortalhand，asthestagetothepresentworld，artthoutothefutureandthepast!
　　CHAPTER3。III。
　　Infaith，Idonotlovetheewithmineeyes。
　　Shakespeare。
　　Thenextday，atnoon，ZanonivisitedViola；andthenextdayandthenextandagainthenext，——daysthattoherseemedlikeaspecialtimesetapartfromtherestoflife。Andyetheneverspoketoherinthelanguageofflattery，andalmostofadoration，towhichshehadbeenaccustomed。Perhapshisverycoldness，sogentleasitwas，assistedtothismysteriouscharm。
　　Hetalkedtohermuchofherpastlife，andshewasscarcelysurprisedshenowneverthoughtofTERRORtoperceivehowmuchofthatpastseemedknowntohim。
　　Hemadeherspeaktohimofherfather；hemadeherrecallsomeoftheairsofPisani'swildmusic。Andthoseairsseemedtocharmandlullhimintoreverie。
　　"Asmusicwastothemusician，"saidhe，"maysciencebetothewise。Yourfatherlookedabroadintheworld；allwasdiscordtothefinesympathiesthathefeltwiththeharmoniesthatdailyandnightlyfloattothethroneofHeaven。Life，withitsnoisyambitionanditsmeanpassions，issopoorandbase!Outofhissoulhecreatedthelifeandtheworldforwhichhissoulwasfitted。Viola，thouartthedaughterofthatlife，andwiltbethedenizenofthatworld。"
　　InhisearliervisitshedidnotspeakofGlyndon。Thedaysooncameonwhichherenewedthesubject。Andsotrustful，obedient，andentirewastheallegiancethatViolanowownedtohisdominion，that，unwelcomeasthatsubjectwas，sherestrainedherheart，andlistenedtohiminsilence。
　　Atlasthesaid，"Thouhastpromisedthouwiltobeymycounsels，andif，Viola，Ishouldaskthee，nayadjure，toacceptthisstranger'shand，andsharehisfate，shouldheoffertotheesuchalot，——wouldstthourefuse？"
　　Andthenshepressedbackthetearsthatgushedtohereyes；andwithastrangepleasureinthemidstofpain，——thepleasureofonewhosacrificesheartitselftotheonewhocommandsthatheart，——sheansweredfalteringly，"IfthouCANSTordainit，why——"
　　"Speakon。"