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shows her delight simply and openly"
l think the Magdalene manifests something
more than delight. The echo from the heaven
ly choir must bring to her soul the memory Of
the angels joy over one sinner repentant, and
to her in very fact
"How sweet the truth those blessed strains are
telling
OF that new life when sin shall be no more"
The presence of John, the Disciple of Love.
who doth not recognize its perfect fitnessY His
gaze is fixed upon Saint Cecilia, as though the
Harmonies of Love she had awakened had
when there walked, with the Master, the diSci-
pie whom Jesus loved; and es the heavenly
strain began, the largest measure of surprise
1t brought him was not so much that angels
were singing as that the gentle Saviour of all
was himself not visibly present again. And
as the anthem swelled on In its divine beauty,
there came to him, perchance, the thought he
has given us IN the precept beloved LET us
love one another, for love is Of Cod
st. Paul is the apostle of intellectual PROV
eSs of elevated tastes, of the culture, refine
ment and courtesy of the perfect gen.
tlemap. He represents In this scene
that intellectual grandeur in music which
may illustrate by some Of Bach's fugue move
ments or Beethoven'S symphonies.
st. Paul is well placed in this group, and the
meditation into which he is so deeply sanli
may it not also partake of his words to US.
For we know in part; but when that which is
perfect is come, then that which is in part shall
De done away. surely MS uGCerance was
realized in the scene before him; that which
was imperfect had been lost in the harmony
of the perfectw had come.
And then OF this surrounding group finally
Saint Augustine-he who with Saint Ambrose
gave inspired utterance to the Te Deum Landa-
mus.
TO Thee Cherubim and seraphim continual
ly do cry this was the prime meaning of
the celestial anthem to thu apostle of Praise.
And of st. Cecilia herself, to whom these
four figures appropriate as is each one of
them) are but adjuncts. cannot find many
words to speak.
The author from whom I have quoted al
ludes to her upturned countenance as en-
raptured; it is more, it is seraphic, and the
seraphs knew how near her spirit was to theirs
when they gave echo to her strains.
Thus, then, the entire group of Raphael's
Symyhony, the queen of all music divinely
pure: about her the types of praisemusic, of
intellectual harmonies; of the melodies of de-
Votlonal love, and or repentant gratitude.
1t was sublime conception, and Is perfectly
presented. Its chords ring out from the dumb
canvas, as from no other of its kind; and they
will resound forever.
We were much interested in the ceiling fres-
GOES, by the Caracci and Guercino that adorn
the rooms of the Sampieri gallery They repre-
sent different adventures of Hercules. and
vigor motably the contest with An
taeus by Guercino), were suggestive of
Michael Angeles own productions. 1 believe
the Church of st. Stephen here exceeds in in
LcI6Sb OHdL Oh Oh CieIl0DL6. rome, WIN which
alone it may be perhaps compared. Think
of spot of ground on which had flourished
temple of Isis from the dim ages, without
date, to the fifth century of the Christian era.
Thereafter no less than seven churches sprung
up about the temples site Zone of which is
modelled after the Holy Sepulchre); and they
constitute very honeycomb for Christian
worship.
The same clustering cold wind that greeted
US prevented our lingering, as we should have
wished, about the beautiful courts of Bo-
logna's Campo Santo But it could not pre-
vent our appreciation of the justice of its
claim to be considered one of the finest, if not
the finest in Italy.
Very striking is the system of burial, observ-
able here, into recesses in the walls numbered
for future purchase. excavation and occupa-
ton; and. when already appropriated, bearing
the usual inscription on the slab within the
corridors. Except that they are not amid un-
foreground passages, these resting places of the
dead are exactly as those in the catacombs of
old
The wind blew even more strongly at us as
we took our leave of Bologna, and it seems to
have fingered with me for continuous infia-
ton of this my record. But it is spent at last;
as possibly has been sometime since the pa
tience Of my readers. HAPPY, less prolix next
time will be your,
SCYTHIAN