When it emerged

Ae forth,

Without; all is enchantment! 'Tis the Past

Contending with the Present; and in turn

Each has the mastery.

In this chapel wrought

One of the Few, Nature's Interpreters,

The Few whom Genius gives as Lights to shine,

MASSACCIO; and he slumbers underneath.

Wouldst thou behold his monument? Look round!
And know that where we stand, stood oft and long,
Oft till the day was gone, RAPHAEL himself,
He and his haughty Rival *-patiently,
Humbly, to learn of those who came before,
To steal a spark from their authentic fire,
Theirs who first broke the universal gloom,
Sons of the Morning.On that ancient seat,†
The seat of stone that runs along the wall,
South of the Church, east of the belfry-tower,
(Thou canst not miss it) in the sultry time
Would DANTE sit conversing, and with those
Who little thought that in his hand he held
The balance, and assigned at his good pleasure
To each his place in the invisible world,
To some an upper region, some a lower ;
Many a transgressor sent to his account,
Long ere in FLORENCE numbered with the dead;
The body still as full of life and stir

At home, abroad; still and as oft inclined

To eat, drink, sleep; still clad as others were,
And at noon-day, where men were wont to meet,
Met as continually; when the soul went,
Relinquished to a demon, and by him

(So says the Bard, and who can read and doubt ?) Dwelt in and governed.—Sit thee down awhile;

• MICHAEL ANGELO.

A tradition.

None is so fair as FLORENCE.

'Tis a gem

Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth, When it emerged from darkness! Search within, Without; all is enchantment! "Tis the Past

Contending with the Present; and in turn

Each has the mastery.

In this chapel wrought

One of the Few, Nature's Interpreters,

The Few whom Genius gives as Lights to shine,

Massacmo; and he slumbers undeath.

Wouldst thou behold his monume

And know that where we stand,

"ound!

At home, abroad; still and as on.. ned

To eat, drink, sleep; still clad as others were,
And at noon-day, where men were wont to meet,
Met as continually; when the soul went,
Relinquished to a demon, and by him

(So says the Bard, and who can read and doubt?) Dwelt in and governed. Sit thee down awhile;

Of purest raya light broke forth,

When it emergeu trom darkness! Search within, Without; all is enchantment! 'Tis the Past

Contending with the Present; and in turn

Each has the mastery.

In this chapel wrought

One of the Few, Nature's Interpreters,

The Few whom Genius gives as Lights to shine,