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most awful death is but a trivial ac- ed in the flower of his age, and turncident to the mind of the Christian ! ing over his books with the air of a Many, who came only to wonder happy student; in truth, the most at the marvellous skill of Signorelli, pleasing picture of Dante we have for they have been told he was a ever seen. Besides the portrait, each master from whom Michael Angelo compartment contains four small did not disdain to learn; who came medallion pictures of scenes taken merely to wonder, supposing they from the works of the author they should smile over these mediaval surround. fancies, have groaned audibly be- As if nothing should be lacking to fore the frescoes on the walls of San the grandeur of this chapel, we find Brizio, and have cried out in the on the right hand a Pietà, in maranguish of a contrite mind : “Save ble, by the same Ippolito Scalza to us, oh Lord, in the terrible day of whom we owe the St. John, St. judgment !"
Thomas, and St. Roch, near the enThe awful fascination of these pic- trance. In this group are given not tures makes one for a time oblivious only the Madonna with the dead to anything else, at least to anything Christ on her lap, but St. Mary below them. Only the majestic calm Magdalene pressing one wounded of the groups above can distract the hand to her cheek, and holding one mind. But after awhile we find a foot in the excess of her grief; while link between these scenes of terrible St. Joseph of Arimathea stands, agony and the regions of absolute looking down upon the dead face of bliss. Angels, tall, and clothed like Israel's Redeemer with a sorrow as deacons, only without dalmatics, and profound as it is tender, one hand with faces of grave happiness, play holding the pincers, the other the on lutes, and thus charm the senses ladder. It is the nearest approach of those who have passed the dread we have seen to the Pietà by Michael ordeal of judgment, and are on their Angelo in St. Peter's. way to heaven. We follow them, Over the altar of the chapel of and almost see them finding places San Brizio hangs the miraculous among the groups on the ceiling. Madonna di San Brizio, still an obBut fatigue, at length, compels the ject of veneration. Unlike other eye and the mind to turn earthward, Madonnas of that period the Blessed to meet with a consolation wholly Virgin is standing, with the Infant unlooked for. Again we seem to in her arms. The artist evidently tread the accustomed ways of men, intended to represent a raised dais, and feel the breezes of this world on with a throne in the background. our cheeks, and are charmed with Four angels are seen in the air, one glimpses of a paradise of color, of on each side with folded palms, and song, of poesy! All the iridescence above these two angels bringing of birds of fair plumage, all the de- crowns. In spite of the modern lights of tropical blossoms, trailing look of those which have been placed vines, and summer life are hinted at later on the heads of the figures, in the arabesques which cover the quite contrary to the idea of the lower half of the wall. These ara- artist, there is a singular sweetness besques are divided into square com- and majesty in this crowned Virgin partments, and in the centre of each Mother and her crowned child, unis a portrait of one of the great der whose feet she has placed her writers of Italy, Cicero, Ovid, Hor- open palm, which might well win ace, Seneca, Dante, and Virgil. Of the heart, even if no traditions halall these the picture of Dante is the lowed the picture to the pilgrim; best preserved, and has a peculiar and it never fails of some tribute of charm. The great poet is represent- praise from the most rigorous critic.
If the morning light is favorable walls. There were no rose-bushes, for the cathedral, the late afternoon even from which to take a bud; and is equally so for exploring the small we were obliged to content ourselves town crowded on this mountain with a sprig of the low purple malsummit. The whole city can be lows in the grass-plot. We had passed traversed in a day, and yet one can a crumbling palace, which must have linger many days in Orvieto, and been one of rare beauty in its day; only begin an acquaintance with its and a bell-tower, square, with little beauties. The strongest attraction turrets on each corner, and the cross next to the cathedral was the old rising from the midst of them, too church of San Dominico, where we picturesque to be ever forgotten. had expected to find such treasures But leaving San Dominico by anof ancient art. But in vain did we other way, we strolled to the farther look on the whitewashed walls for end of the town, overlooking the old that Madonna, painted by Simone di walls of the city, the newly opened Martino for the Dominicans of Or- Etruscan tombs, and the glories of vieto, and so renowned for the charm mountain and valley which surround. of its color and the elegance of its Orvieto. We clambered down the forms. Every trace of the grand steep path inside the walls, looked old Dominicans, who had nourished through the ancient port-boles, and sacred sciences and sacred art in this thus framed in many a bit of distant favored retreat, had disappeared. mountain and vale, with castles and Not the fading vestige even of St. villas crowning their summits or hidThomas, the angelical doctor, who den among olive groves. Suddenly composed within its walls the office the square tower of San Giovenale of the Blessed Sacrament, and taught rose before us on the very point of a philosophy to students, who well triangle overlooking this panorama, might believe they were listening to to all appearances as solid as if hewn the voice of an angel ; nor of that out of granite. The side-door was other angelical, the Fra Angelico of open, and we entered, not to be the chapel of San Brizio, who, while awed by the Eucharistic presence, painting that celestial ceiling, must for no lamp burned before the altar; have lived with his brothers, the but awed still, for on every wall and monks of San Dominico, was to be on every column were the crumfound. The only relic of the noble bling remains of saints and angels, period to which all these memories depicted according to the types of belong, is the Gothic monument by those Umbrian artists which take Arnolfo, in honor of Cardinal di such a hold upon the imagination Braye, who died in 1282. The whole and the heart. A few more years, monument is conceived according to and even these remains will have disthe spirit of the thirteenth century, appeared, notwithstanding the care and the old cardinal lies in a sublime taken of every scrap of color clinging sleep worthy of a Christian sculptor to the surface of wall or column; and like Arnolfo, who gives an equal the traveller, still more the pilgrim, proof of his merit as an architect and to San Giovenale, will leave it with mosaic worker in the accessories of the same disappointment with which the monument. With a sad heart we we had already left San Dominico. roamed through the desolate cloister, Behind the altar, however, was still after visiting the secular school estab- to be seen a mosaic on a gold lished here by the Princess Margue- ground; and if lacking the religious rite. The glory of San Dominico grace so peculiar to Umbrian art, had fled, with the expulsion of the was still devout in its motive, and noble order which had thrown such consoling by its durability. a halo of sacred tradition around its In this same part of the town we
came, just at sunset, upon another the ages when these walls echoed charming spot, like a perfect sur- the sweet matin and vesper songs of prise; for San Bernardino gets only men who lived only for God. There a passing notice from the guide was a pensive beauty, a melancholy books. The side-door was open; charm, about the spot, which we but so, too, was the grand portal, shall recall to our dying hour with the beauty of which had struck us at delight, and when, with a smile as first glance. There was a light be- pensive as the hour and the spot, fore the altar, and the cheerfulness the aged priest picked a few of his of the nave contrasted with the pale purple asters for us, we took solemn gloom of San Giovenale. As them as precious mementoes of San we made our genuflexion and walked Bernadino, its aged pastor, and the up the nave, what a distance of charm of its ruined cloisters overrange upon range of blue mountains looking a mortal paradise. suddenly opened upon us from the The next morning was our last in side-door on the left! Both side- Orvieto, and we must take one more doors were open to let the cool airs look at that facade. The Duomo of the coming evening breathe stands in the midst of a piazza which through. On the right hand lay the allows all its beauties to be seen. paved piazza and the old stone houses No one has ever dreamed of intrudof the street; but on the left hand ing upon its spacious surroundings. lay that same world of marvellous On one side is the long row of picbeauty, which every now and then turesque cottages. On another are is seen from these heights of Orvieto. solemn-looking houses, with seats in Transported by this contrast of dis- front of them of black and white tant mountains with the subdued marble, on which the merest passertints of this interior of an ancient by can sit and rest himself, and look church, we stepped to the open door all the while at the most glorious and into the green court, to pause facade in the world. On the third before one of the most touching is the long palace, with square winpictures of what was once a cloister. dows in Gothic arches, in which, at An aged priest was drawing up a different times and by reason of dibucket of water from a well in the vers necessities, thirty-four popes corner near us, to water a bed of have had their residence, and built pinks, asters, and lilies, close by the by the same Urban IV who proold convent wall. He did not see jected the cathedral. Between the us at first, and we had time to note palace and the solemn old houses the grave placidity of the aged face, there is a square tower, on which the refinement of every gesture. stands a gigantic warrior, who strikes When he did see us, however, it was the hours on the great bell with the to give us a smile of welcome. He stroke of his sword. We did not invited us to look at his bed of content ourselves with sitting on the flowers, and then led us to the walled marble seats, however. In the stories rampart, on the very edge of the above are the museums, in which are height, to see the wonderful view to be seen hundreds of vessels taken spreading out before us under the from the Etruscan tombs below the lingering twilight. Against the blue town; designs on parchment for the of the sky, and the hardly deeper facade of the cathedral, and for a blue of the far-away mountains, rose pulpit which was never completed; the crumbling cells of this monastic a beautifully carved reading-desk, a home of other centuries; and as the precious reliquary, by Ugolino of silent, desolated cloister stood there Siena, the same artist who wrought before us, the aged priest seemed the silver shrine with its paintings the only living link between us and in enamel for the Capella del Cor
porale; a Magdalen, by Signorelli; below this, over the northern door, a Madonna, by John of Pisa; and, the Baptism of Our Lord, and bemore beautiful than all, the original tween the arch and the towers, the painting, by Ansano of Siena, for Annunciation ; above the round arch the mosaic in the very apex of the of twisted columns and pietre dure facade. From the windows of these of the middle door, under a pointed museums we had sat for hours look- foliated Gothic arch, the Assumption ing at the facade, before the after- of the Blessed Virgin ; while above noon sun threw over its golden all these, above the rose-window, surface a radiance too dazzling for and above the open arcade running the eye. Here we would take our along the front, above the great roselast look, and gather all its precious window of alabaster, set in mosaics forms and colors and designs into and relievos and jasper-work, above our memories.
the noble statues in their fretted Again the eye followed the sculp- niches which frame it in, above all tures of the lower story; the twist- these, under another pointed and ed columns holding their brilliant foliated arch, with pietre dure runthread of mosaic, with alternating ning up to its very point, is the sculptured acanthus knobs, and Coronation of the Blessed Virgin, broad bands of the costliest pietre by that Ansano of Siena who is said dure; the enthroned Madonna, by to have "lived wholly in God;" Maitani, with its canopy sustained and all these in mosaic with ground by angels, all in bronze, over the of gold, and the mosaics themselves middle portal ; in the Gothic arch edged and set in choicest sculptures; over the southern door, the Birth of the whole like an opal in the dark setthe Blessed Virgin; in the spaces ting of the streets below, and lighted between this foliated pointed arch from the dome of heaven above, with and the perpendicular towers, the a background of loveliest mountains vision granted to Saint Joachim and melting into the sky itself. Or let Saint Anna; above these, under an- us say, rather, remembering the other pointed arch with its foliations miracle in which the Cathedral had and aerial angel, the Presentation of its beginning, like a most precious the Blessed Virgin in the Temple; remonstrance, which from age to age corresponding to this, on the north- presents Jesus in the consecrated ern side of the great rose-window, Host to the adoration of the faiththe Marriage of the Blessed Virgin ; ful!
JOSEPH BENNETT'S LENTEN DISCIPLINE.
He had done him a great wrong, acter, and it showed itself in one there was no doubt of that. They marked way. While fickle Rod fell had been dear friends always, Joe lightly and harmlessly in love with Bennett and Roderick Halstead; every pretty face he saw, Joe had had lived within a stone's throw of loved Charlotte Drowne from her each other, had gone to the same childhood, and he never was to love school, and studied the same lessons, any other woman, though this woman and they went to sea together as cabin- never became his wife. boys in the same ship. But Joe's Yet he asked her to marry him, was the stronger, more faithful char- when he came to bid her farewell the first time that he left Boothbay, “I'll guard her well,” quoth Rod, and she accepted him, smiling and he meant it too. "You shall through her tears, and bringing to have her as you leave her when you his honest lips some silly tender come home again, Joe, only a trife words about the dew on the roses. merrier,” and his own eyes grew She wore his ring, and wrote to him moist as he looked at poor, tremwhenever an opportunity came to bling, weeping Charlotte as she clung send a letter, and she welcomed him to Joe's arm. home gladly, and watched him go "You shall have her as you leave again through tears till he had made her.” Joseph Bennett, as the bark two voyages, and was gone upon the Alcestis sped out to sea, looked back, third. And they promised each with all his heart in his face, to the other that if he was as successful this pier where the two whom he loved time as he had always been, and came best on earth stood, watching him. home with as snug a sum to help She was clinging to Rod's arm now, form his home, they would be mar- he had said something which had ried. Yet all the while you would brought a watery smile to her eyes. have felt that Charlotte had won a Joe's heavy heart grew lighter. far greater prize in her future hus- “God bless him!” he said. “He's band than he-though he would have cheered her already. No doubt he's scoffed at the idea-had gained in her. telling her of the good day when I'll
It was true, though. And if she be home once more." had married him, and had had always And he had guessed the truth; it his forbearing thoughtful love about was exactly what Rod was telling her, shielding her from a breath of her; it was exactly what he did tell trouble, and bearing the brunt of her over and over again for many a every-storm for her in his glad free- day. She came to count his words, will, I doubt if she ever would have his cheery face, his very step upon been worthy of him. It was a na- the walk, as her daily comfort, and ture that needed many a blow and he alas! he came to think upon her bitter trial to make it what it finally as the woman who must be his wife. became. In her girlhood she was Light and fickle his loves had been only a confiding, weak-hearted, lov- before, the flame easily lighted, and ing thing, who, if one support was blown by a breath away. This love, taken from her, sought at once waking slowly and imperceptibly, another; more eager to be comfort- grew very strong within him, and he ed, no matter from whom the com- let it have its will. At first, it is fort came, than she was faithful to true, he called it friendship, but as mourn over the true heart that had the time drew near for Joe's return, loved her well.
he learned to his cost that it was more Rod Halstead did not go on that than that, and it seemed to him that third voyage with Joe. He had he could not live without her. “If tired of the sea, and a fair chance for Joe would only die," he said wistbusiness offered just then in Booth- fully to himself. bay, he seized the chance, and be- The Alcestis was due in June; the came a postmaster instead of sailor. May foreign mail brought Halstead
“You've been a brother to me, a letter, postmarked Hong Kong. old fellow," Bennett said, with a He knew the handwriting, so like his warm grip of his hand, as they stood own, copied from the same copies on the pier, waiting for the ship to under the same master, but evidently weigh anchor. “I've no brother to the hand had trembled. have my lass in charge of while I'm “Dear Rod," it said, “I'm down gone, but I trust her to you as sick, and my money is gone. You surely.'
must break it to my little girl ten