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imò verd ego apud illum surdus sum. Gaudeo tamen vel aspectû solo, et sæpe illum amplexus ac suspirans dico; O magne vir, &c.— Epist. Var. lib. 20.
P. 99, 1. 14.
After line 10, in a former edition.
P. 99, 1. 17.
These eyelids open to the rising ray, Your bed-chamber, and also your library, says Vitruvius, should have an eastern aspect; usus enim matutinum postulat lumen. Not so the picture-gallery; which requires a north light, uti colores in ope, propter constantiam luminis, immutata permaneant qualitate. This disposition accords with his plan of a Grecian house.
P. 100, 1. 3.
Like those blest Youths,
P. 100, 1. 12.
with knowledge health ; Milton "was up and stirring, ere the sound of any bell awaked men to labour, or to devotion;" and it is related of two Students in a suburb of Paris, who were opposite neighbours, and were called the morningstar and the evening-star— the former appearing just as the latter withdrew — that the morning-star continued to shine on, when the evening-star was gone out for ever.
P. 100, 1. 20. Catch the blest accents of the wise and great. Mr. Pope delights in enumerating his illustrious guests. Nor is this an exclusive privilege of the Poet. The Medici Palace at Florence exhibits a long and imposing catalogue. “Semper hi parietes columnæque eruditis vocibus renosuerunt.”
P. 101, 1. 20.
-aurea sunt juvenum simulacra per ædes,
LUCR. ii. 24.
A fashion as old as Homer!-Odyss. vii. 100.
On the proper degree and distribution of light we may consult a great master of effect. Il lume grande, ed alto, e non troppe potente, sarà quello, che renderà le particole de' corpi molto grate. — Tratt. della Pittura di LIONARDO DA VINCI, c. xli.
Hence every artist requires a broad and high light. Michael Angelo used to work with a candle fixed in his hat.-Condivi. Vita de Michelagnolo.— Hence also, in a banquet-scene, the most picturesque of all poets has thrown his light from the ceiling.– Æn. i. 726. And hence the “starry lamp" of Milton, that
from the arched roof Pendent by subtle magic,
yielded light As from a sky.
P. 101, l. 30.
Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art. At the petits soupés of Choisy were first introduced those admirable pieces of mechanism, afterwards carried to perfection by Loroit, the Confidente and the Servente; a table and a side-board, which descended, and rose again covered with viands and wines. And thus the most luxurious court in Europe, after all its boasted refinements, was glad to return at last, by this singular contrivance, to the quiet and privacy of humble life.- Vie Privée de Louis XV. ii. 43.
Between line 36 and line 37 were these lines, since omitted :
Hail, sweet Society! in crowds unknown,
Myself by my.companions.
P. 102, 1. 3. So thro' the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide, An allusion to the floating bee-house, which is seen in some parts of France and Piedmont.
P. 102, 1. 10.
After line 42, in the MS.
And Ancient Courts and faded splendours fill.
P. 103, 1. 8. And, with the swallow, wings the year away! It was the boast of Lucullus that he changed his climate with the birds of passage.
How often must he have felt the truth here inculcated, that the master of many houses had no home!
'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
Who would have seen, and not confessed
Up rose St. Pierre, when morning shone; - And Jacqueline, his child, was gone! Oh what the maddening thought that came? Dishonour coupled with his name! By Condé at Rocroy he stood; By Turenne, when the Rhine ran blood. Two banners of Castile he gave Aloft in Notre Dame to wave; Nor did thy cross, St. Louis, rest Upon a purer, nobler breast. He slung his old sword by his side, And snatched his staff and rushed to save: Then sunk — and on his threshold cried, “Olay me in my grave!
Constance ! Claudine! where were ye then ? But stand not there. Away! away! Thou, Frederic, by thy father stay. Though old, and now forgot of men, Both must not leave him in a day.” Then, and he shook his hoary head, Unhappy in thy youth!” he said. “Call as thou wilt, thou call'st in vain; No voice sends back thy name again. To mourn is all thou hast to do; Thy play-mate lost, and teacher too.”