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“Who thinks of bringing her to shame? would excommunicate us! In these times, • Lord of an ancient house'!” added the one's only hope of paradise lies in being cavalier, laughing bitterly,— “a landless excommunicated.” beggar, cast out of everything, — titles, “Oh, my dear master," said the old estates, all! Am I, then, fallen so low man, falling on his knees, “what is to that my wooing would disgrace a peas- become of us ? That I should live to ant-girl ?

hear you talk like an infidel and unbe“ My Lord, you cannot mean to woo a liever!” peasant-girl in any other way than one Why, hear you, poor old fool! Did that would disgrace her, - one of the you never hear in Dante of the Popes House of Sarelli, that goes back to the that are burning in hell ? Wasn't Dante days of the old Roman Empire !” a Christian, I beg to know ? ”

“ And what of the House of Sarelli Oh, my Lord, my Lord! a religion got that goes back to the days of the old Ro- out of poetry, books, and romances won't man Empire'? It is lying like weeds'do to die by. We have no business with roots uppermost in the burning sun. the affairs of the Head of the Church, What is left to me but the mountains it 's the Lord's appointment. We have and my sword ? No, I tell you, Paolo, only to shut our eyes and obey. It may Agostino Sarelli, cavalier of fortune, is all do well enough to talk so when you not thinking of bringing disgrace on a are young and fresh; but when sickness pious and modest maiden, unless it would and death come, then we must have religdisgrace her to be his wife.”

ion,- and if we have gone out of the only “Now may the saints above help us ! true Roman Catholic Apostolic Church, Why, my Lord, our house in days past what becomes of our souls ? Ah, I mishas been allied to royal blood. I could doubted about your taking so much to tell you how Joachim VI.”

poetry, though my poor mistress was so “Come, come, my good Paolo, spare me proud of it; but these poets are all hereone of your chapters of genealogy. The tics, my Lord, — that 's my firm belief. fact is, my old boy, the world is all topsy. But, my Lord, if you do go to hell, I 'm turvy, and the bottom is the top, and it going there with you; I 'm sure I never isn't much matter what comes next. Here could show my face among the saints, are shoals of noble families uprooted and and you not there." lying round like those aloes that the gar- “ Well, come, then, my poor Paolo," dener used to throw over the wall in said the cavalier, stretching out his hand spring-time; and there is that great boar to his serving-man, “ don't take it to heart of a Cæsar Borgia turned in to batten so. Many a better man than I has been and riot over our pleasant places." excommunicated and cursed from toe to

“Oh, my Lord," said the old serving crown, and been never a whit the worse man, with a distressful movement, for it. There's Jerome Savonarola there have fallen on evil times, to be sure, and in Florence - a most holy man, they say, they say his Holiness has excommunicat- who has had revelations straight from

Anselmo heard that in Naples heaven — has been excommunicated; but yesterday."

he preaches and gives the sacraments all “ Excommunicated!” said the young the same, and nobody minds it.” man, - every feature of his fine face, and “Well, it 's all a maze to me," said the every nerve of his graceful form seeming old serving-man, shaking his white head. to quiver with the effort to express su

"I can't see into it. I don't dare to open preme contempt.“ Excommunicated! I my eyes for fear I should get to be a hershould hope so! One would hope through etic; it seems to me that everything is Our Lady's grace to act so that Alexan- getting mixed up together. But one must der, and his adulterous, incestuous, filthy, hold on to one's religion; because, after false-swearing, perjured, murderous crew, we have lost everything in this world, it

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would be too bad to burn in hell forever know how it 'll end. I say my prayers, at the end of that."

and try not to inquire into what is too * Why, Paolo, I am a good Christian. high for me. But now, dear master, will I believe, with all my heart, in the Chris- you stay lingering after this girl till some tian religion, like the fellow in Boccaccio, of our enemies hear where you are and — because I think it must be from God, or pounce down upon us ? Besides, the troop else the Popes and Cardinals would have are never so well affected when you are had it out of the world long ago. Noth- away; there are quarrels and divisions." ing but the Lord Himself could have kept “Well, well,” said the cavalier, with an it against them.”

impatient movement, — “one day longer. * There you are, my dear master, with I must get a chance to speak with her your romances! Well, well, well! I don't

I must see her.”

once more.

SUN-PAINTING AND SUN-SCULPTURE;

WITH A STEREOSCOPIC TRIP ACROSS THE ATLANTIC.

THERE is one old fable which Lord enabled us to understand the ancient Bacon, in his “ Wisdom of the Ancients,” legend. has not interpreted. This is the flaying We are now flaying our friends and of Marsyas by Apollo. Everybody re- submitting to be flayed ourselves, every members the accepted version of it, name- few years or months or days, by the aid ly, — that the young shepherd found Mi- of the trenchant sunbeam which performnerva's flute, and was rash enough to en- ed the process for Marsyas. All the world: ter into a musical contest with the God has to submit to it, — kings and queens of Music. He was vanquished, of course, with the rest. The monuments of Art - and the story is, that the victor fasten- and the face of Nature herself are treated him to a tree and flayed him alive. ed in the same way.

We lift an impalBut the God of Song was also the God pable scale from the surface of the Pyraof Light, and a moment's reflection re- mids. We slip off from the dome of veals the true significance of this seeming- St. Peter's that other imponderable dome ly barbarous story. Apollo was pleased which fitted it so closely that it betrays with his young rival, fixed him in posi- every scratch on the original. We skim tion against an iron rest, (the tree of the off a thin, dry cuticle from the rapids fable.) and took a photograph, a sun- of Niagara, and lay it on our unmoistenpicture, of him. This thin film or skin ed paper without breaking a bubble or of light and shade was absurdly inter- losing a speck of foam. We steal a landpreted as being the cutis, or untanned scape from its lawful owners, and defy leather integument of the young shep- the charge of dishonesty. We skin the herd. The human discovery of the art flints by the wayside, and nobody accuses of photography enables us to rectify the us of meanness. error and restore that important article These miracles are being worked all of clothing to the youth, as well as to around us so easily and so cheaply that vindicate the character of Apollo. There most people have ceased to think of them is one spot less upon the sun since the as marvels.

There is a photographer theft from heaven of Prometheus Da- established in every considerable village, guerre and his fellow-adventurers has

— nay, one may not unfrequently see a photographic ambulance standing at It is hardly too much to say, that those the wayside upon some vacant lot where whom we love no longer leave us in dyit can squat unchallenged in the midsting, as they did of old. They remain of burdock and plantain and apple-Peru, with us just as they appeared in life; or making a long halt in the middle of a they look down upon us from our walls; common by special permission of the “Se they lie upon our tables ; they rest upon lectmen.”

our bosoms; nay, if we will, we may wear We must not forget the inestimable their portraits, like signet-rings, upon our preciousness of the new Promethean gifts fingers. Our own eyes lose the images because they have become familiar. pictured on them. Parents sometimes Think first of the privilege we all pos- forget the faces of their own children in sess now of preserving the lineaments a separation of a year or two. But the and looks of those dear to us.

unfading artificial retina which has look"Blest be the art which can immortalize,"

ed upon them retains their impress, and

a fresh sunbeam lays this on the living said Cowper. But remember how few nerve as if it were radiated from the painted portraits really give their sub- breathing shape. How these shadows jects. Recollect those wandering Thugs last, and how their originals fade away! of Art whose murderous doings with the What is true of the faces of our friends brush used frequently to involve whole is still more true of the places we have families; who passed from one country

seen and loved. No picture produces an tavern to another, eating and painting impression on the imagination to compare their way, — feeding a week upon the

with a photographic transcript of the landlord, another week upon the landla- home of our childhood, or any scene with dy, and two or three days apiece upon the which we have been long familiar. The children; as the walls of those hospitable very point which the artist omits, in his edifices too frequently testify even to the effort to produce general effect, may be present day. Then see what faithful me- exactly the one that individualizes the morials of those whom we love and would place most strongly to our memory. remember are put into our hands by the There, for instance, is a photographic new art, with the most trifling expendi- view of our own birthplace, and with it ture of time and money.

of a part of our good old neighbor's dwellThis new art is old enough already to ing. An artist would hardly have nohave given us the portraits of infants who ticed a slender, dry, leafless stalk which are now growing into adolescence. By- traces a faint line, as you may see, along and-by it will show every aspect of life in the front of our neighbor's house next the the same individual, from the earliest week corner. That would be nothing to him, to the last year of senility. We are be- - but to us it marks the stem of the honginning to see what it will reveal. Chil- eysuckle-vine, which we remember, with dren grow into beauty and out of it. The its pink and white heavy-scented blosfirst line in the forehead, the first streak soms, as long as we remember the stars in the hair are chronicled without malice, in heaven. but without extenuation. The footprints To this charm of fidelity in the minutof thought, of passion, of purpose are

est details the stereoscope adds its astonall treasured in these fossilized shadows. ishing illusion of solidity, and thus comFamily-traits show themselves in early pletes the effect which so entrances the infancy, die out, and reappear. Flitting imagination. Perhaps there is also some moods which have escaped one pencil of half-magnetic effect in the fixing of the sunbeams are caught by another. Each eyes on the twin pictures, --something like new picture gives us a new aspect of our Mr. Braid's hypnotism, of which many of friend; we find he had not one face, but our readers have doubtless heard. At many.

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jects, and the concentration of the whole it was not difficult so to adjust the photoattention, which is a consequence of this, graphic and real views that one overlapproduce a dream-like exaltation of the ped the other, and then it was shown that faculties, a kind of clair ance, in which the two almost exactly coincided in all we seem to leave the body behind us and their dimensions. sail away into one strange scene after an- Another point in which the stereograph other, like disembodied spirits.

differs from every other delineation is in “Ah, yes,” some unimaginative read the character of its evidence. A simple er may say; “ but there is no color and photographic picture may be tampered no motion in these pictures you think so with. A lady's portrait has been known life-like; and at best they are but petty to come out of the finishing-artist's room miniatures of the objects we see in Na- ten years younger than when it left the ture.”

But try to mend a stereograph But color is, after all, a very seconda- and you will soon find the difference. ry quality as compared with form. We Your marks and patches float above the like a good crayon portrait better for the picture and never identify themselves most part in black and white than in with it. We had occasion to put a little tints of pink and blue and brown. Mr. cross on the pavement of a double photoGibson has never succeeded in making graph of Canterbury Cathedral, -- copythe world like his flesh-colored statues. ing another stereoscopic picture where The color of a landscape varies perpetu- it was thus marked. By careful manageally, with the season, with the hour of ment the two crosses were made perfectthe day, with the weather, and as seen ly to coincide in the field of vision, but by sunlight or moonlight; yet our home the image seemed suspended above the stirs us with its old associations, seen in pavement, and did not absolutely desigany and every light.

nate any one stone, as it would have As to motion, though of course it is not done, if it had been a part of the origipresent in stereoscopic pictures, except in nal picture. The impossibility of the stethose toy-contrivances which have been reograph's perjuring itself is a curious illately introduced, yet it is wonderful to lustration of the law of evidence. see how nearly the effect of motion is the mouth of two witnesses, or of three, produced by the slight difference of light shall he that is worthy of death be put to on the water or on the leaves of trees as death; but at the mouth of one he shall seen by the two eyes in the double-pic- not be put to death.” No woman may ture.

be declared youthful on the strength of a And lastly with respect to size, the il- single photograph; but if the stereoscopic lusion is on the part of those who suppose twins say she is young, let her be so acthat the eye, unaided, ever sees anything knowledged in the high court of chanbut miniatures of objects. Here is a new cery of the God of Love. experiment to convince those who have not reflected on the subject that the stere- Some two or three years since, we calloscope shows us objects of their natural ed the attention of the readers of this size.

magazine to the subject of the stereoWe had a stereoscopic view taken by scope and the stereograph. Some of our Mr. Soule out of our parlor-window, over- expressions may have seemed extravalooking the town of Cambridge, with the gant, as if heated by the interest which river and the bridge in the foreground. a curious novelty might not unnaturally Now, placing this view in the stereoscope, excite. We have not lost any of the enand looking with the left eye at the right thusiasm and delight which that article stereographic picture, while the right eye must have betrayed. After looking over looked at the natural landscape, through perhaps a hundred thousand stereographs the window where the view was taken, and making a collection of about a thou

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sand, we should feel the same excitement them at your leisure, by your fireside, with on receiving a new lot to look over and perpetual fair weather, when you are in select from as in those early days of our the mood, without catching cold, without experience. To make sure that this ear- following a valet-de-place, in any order ly interest has not cooled, let us put on of succession, — from a glacier to Vesurecord one or two convictions of the pres- vius, from Niagara to Memphis, — as long ent moment.

as you like, and breaking off as suddenFirst, as to the wonderful nature of the ly as you like ;- and you, native of this invention. If a strange planet should hap- incomparably dull planet, have hardly pen to come within hail, and one of its troubled yourself to look at this divine philosophers were to ask us, as it passed, gift, which, if an angel had brought it to hand him the most remarkable mate- from some sphere nearer to the central rial product of human skill, we should throne, would have been thought worthy offer him, without a moment's hesitation, of the celestial messenger to whom it was a stereoscope containing an instantaneous intrusted ! double-view of some great thoroughfare, It seemed to us that it might possibly - one of Mr. Anthony's views of Broad- awaken an interest in some of our readers, way, (No. 203,) for instance.

if we should carry them with us through Secondly, of all artificial contrivances a brief stereographic trip, - describing, for the gratification of human taste, we not from places, but from the photoseriously question whether any offers so graphic pictures of them which we have much, on the whole, to the enjoyment of in our own collection. Again, those who the civilized races as the self-picturing of have collections may like to compare their Art and Nature,— with three exceptions : own opinions of particular pictures mennamely, dress, the most universal, archi- tioned with those here expressed, and tecture, the most imposing, and music, those who are buying stereographs may the most exciting, of factitious sources of be glad of some guidance in choosing. pleasure.

But the reader must remember that No matter whether this be an extrava- this trip gives him only a glimpse of a gance or an over-statement; none can few scenes selected out of our gallery of dispute that we have a new and wonder- a thousand. To visit them all, as tourists ful source of pleasure in the sun-picture, visit the realities, and report what we saw, and especially in the solid sun-sculpture with the usual explanations and historical of the stereograph. Yet there is a strange illustrations, would make a formidable indifference to it, even up to the present book of travels. moment, among many persons of cultivation and taste. They do not seem to have Before we set out, we must know somewaked up to the significance of the mira- thing of the sights of our own country. cle which the Lord of Light is working At least we must see Niagara. The great for them. The cream of the visible crea- fall shows infinitely best on glass. Thomtion has been skimmed off; and the sights son's “ Point View, 28,” would be a perwhich men risk their lives and spend their fect picture of the Falls in summer, if a money and endure sea-sickness to be- lady in the foreground had not moved hold,- the views of Nature and Art which her shawl while the pictures were taking, make exiles of entire families for the sake or in the interval between taking the two. of a look at them, and render “ bronchi- His winter view, “ Terrapin Tower, 37," tis” and dyspepsia, followed by leave of is perfection itself. Both he and Evans absence, endurable dispensations to so have taken fine views of the rapids, inmany worthy shepherds, — these sights, stantaneous, catching the spray as it leapgathered from Alps, temples, palaces, pyr- ed and the clouds overhead. Of Blondin amids, are offered you for a trifle, to car- on his rope there are numerous views ; ry home with you, that you may look at standing on one foot, on his head, carry

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