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。\"