DANTE'S PURGATORIO. CANTO TWELFTH. PAIRED, like two oxen treading under yoke, That burdened soul and I as far had gone As the loved Tutor let. But when he spoke These words: "Now leave him! We must travel on, For here 'tis good with spread of sail and stroke Of oar, to push his boat as each best may;" I made myself, as walking needs, erect, But only in body; just it is to say My thoughts were bowed, my spirit was deject. Still I was moving, and with willing feet Followed my Master; both began to show How light we were, when thus he said: ""Tis meet That, walking here, thou bend thine eyes below, So to observe, and make the moments fleet, Over what kind of bed thy footsteps go." Even as, that so their memory may survive, * Him there I marked, on one side, noblest made I saw Thymbræus, Pallas too, and Mars, As if bewildered, gazing on the tribes * Lucifer. Saul! in Gilboa, that no more from heaven Shreds of that work which wrought for thee despair. O Rehoboam! there no more in threat Stands thy fierce figure; smit with fear he flies, Showed also that hard pavement to mine eyes The sons, and left his corpse there on the floor. Which Tomyris made, when she to Cyrus.cried: Blood thou didst thirst for! now I give thee blood; And showed th' Assyrians flying far and wide In utter rout, with Holofernes dead, And all the slaughter that befell beside, And the grim carcase by the bloody bed. Troy next I saw, an ashy, caverned waste: O Ilion! how vile the work showed thee Which there is graven,-how utterly abased! What master of pencil or of stile* was he Who so those traits and figures could have traced That subtlest wit had been amazed thereby? Alive the living seemed, and dead the dead! Who saw the truth no better saw than I, While bowed I went, all underneath my tread. Now swell with pride, and on with lofty stalk, More of the mountain than my busied thought And much more of his course the sun had spent ; When he, who still went first with watchful brow, Exclaimed: "Look up!-to accomplish our ascent Time no more suffers to proceed so slow. See yonder angel hastening on his way To come towards us! and from her service, lo! * Stile here means a sculptor's tool, and not a writer's style. My slowness, warning me to lose no time, That on this point I read his dark words right. The tremulous morning star, and robed in white, O human race! born high on wings to soar, He brought us where the rock a pass revealed As, to the right, in climbing to the seat Of the fair church that looketh lordly down Of stairs constructed in the old time, ere As might not be exprest by any word. Ah! these approaches-how unlike to Hell's! Now, as we climb, the sacred stairs appear "When every P, upon thy temples traced, Til signs from some one their suspicion waking, This is the well-known church of S. Miniato, which every boy who has been to Florence must well remember. ↑ Florence, in irony. And seeks and findeth, such discovery making Spreading my right-hand fingers, I could find Who bore the keys had on my forehead signed: *The Angel, sitting at the gate of Purgatory, had described (as the readers of the Ninth Cant● may remember, v. 112) the letter P seven times with the point of his sword on the forehead of Dante, in sign of the seven deadly sins,-Peccata-one of which, and Dante's worst, the sin of pride, now vanishes from his soul as the letter fades from his forehead. THE EPIPHANY. LET us, then, also follow the Magi; let us separate ourselves from our barbarian customs, and make our distance therefrom great, that we may see Christ, since they too, had they not been far from their own country, would have missed seeing him. Let us depart from the things of earth. For so the wise men, while they were in Persia, saw but the star; but after they had departed from Persia, they beheld the Sun of Righteousness. Or rather, they would not have seen so much as the star, unless they had readily risen up from thence. Let us, then, also rise up; though all men be troubled, let us run to the house of the young Child; though kings, though nations, though tyrants, interrupt this our path, let not our desire pass away; for so shall we thoroughly repel all the dangers that beset us; since these too, except they had seen the young Child, would not have escaped their danger from the king. Before seeing the young Child, fears and dangers and troubles pressed upon them from every side; but after the adoration, it is calm and security; and no longer a star, but an angel, receives them, having become priests from the act of adoration; for we see that they offered gifts also. Do thou, therefore, likewise leave the Jewish people, the troubled city, the blood-thirsty tyrant, the pomps of the world, and hasten to Bethlehem, where is the house of the Spiritual Bread; * for though thou be a shepherd, and come hither, thou wilt behold the young Child in an inn; though thou be a king, and approach not here, thy purple robe will profit thee nothing; though thou be one of the wise men, this will be no hindrance to thee; only let thy coming be to honor and adore, not to spurn, the Son of God; only do this with trembling and with joy, for it is possible for both of these to concur in one. But take heed that thou be not like Herod, and say, That I may come and worship him, and, when thou art come, be minded to slay him. For him do they resemble who partake of the mysteries unworthily; it being said that such an one shall be guilty of the Body and Blood of the Lord. Yes; for they have in themselves the tyrant who is grieved at Christ's Kingdom-him that is more wicked than Herod of old--even Mammon. For he would fain have the dominion, and sends them that are his own to worship in appearance, but slaying while they worship. Let us fear, then, lest at any time, while we have the appearance of suppliants and worshippers, we should indeed show forth the contrary.-S. John Chrysostom. *Bethlehem signifies in Hebrew "the house of bread." GRAPES AND THORNS. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE HOUSE OF YORKE." CHAPTER VIII. SUMMER FRIENDS. F. CHEVREUSE did not allow himself a long indulgence in his own sorrows. Before half an hour had elapsed, he was stepping through the portal of the city jail, all private grief set aside and lost sight of in the errand that had brought him. Sensitive as he was, the gloom and dampness inseparable from a prison would have chilled him, but that pity for him who was suffering from them so unjustly, as he believed, startled his heart into intenser action, and sent an antagonistic glow through his frame, as though by force of love alone he would have warmed the stones and chased away those depressing shadows. A few swift steps along the stone corridor brought him to the cell assigned to Mr. Schöninger. Looking with eagerness, yet shrinkingly too, through the grating, while the jailer unlocked the door, he saw the prisoner standing there with folded arms and head erect, regarding him coldly and without the faintest sign of recognition. The place was not so dim but he must have seen perfectly who his visitor was; yet a man of stone could not have stood more unmoved. The jailer was not long unlocking the door, yet, brief as the time was, it sufficed to work a change in the priest. It was with him as with the fountain which tosses its warm waters into a chilly atmosphere: the spray retains its form, but not its temperature. "I am shocked at this, Mr. Schöninger!" he exclaimed, hastening into the cell. "I will do any thing to relieve you! Only tell me what to do." The words, the gesture, the emphasis, all were as he had meant; but a something in the whole manner, which tells when the heart outleaps the word and the gesture, was lost. It was possible to think the cordiality of his address affected. Mr. Schöninger bowed lowly, without unfolding his arms or softening the expression of his face. ." I thank you for your offers of service," he said; "but they are unnecessary. I have employed counsel, and what the law can do for me will be done. Meantime, it is not for you and me to clasp hands." His look conveyed not only pride, but disdain. He seemed less the accused than the accuser. "Whose hand, then, will you clasp?" the priest exclaimed, impatient at what seemed to him an unreasonable scruple. "You are a stranger here, and can be sure of no one. I am the very person whose good-will will be most valuable to you." It was only the embarrassment resulting from an unexpected rebuff which could have made F. Chevreuse appeal to the motive of selfinterest. To tell a proud and bitter, perhaps a guilty, man that he stands. in his own light, is only to make him blacken yet more his immovable shadow. But as a man sometimes relaxes the severity of his manner at the same time that he increases the firmness of his resolution, Mr. Scho |