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every confidence can be placed in all times be touched with a loving the Florentine taste. It is very hand. An architect who is a mere gratifying to know that a most dis- builder too frequently is a failure. tinguished Englishman, Mr Temple A restorer must not only be exLeader, who many years since perienced in his craft, bút full of occupied a conspicuous position in poetic sentiment—if not an artist, the House of Commons, and who at least rich in artistic feeling. possesses a thorough knowledge of Let it be remembered that Time, classic art and the keenest appre- the destroyer, frequently invests ciation of the beautiful, is a pro- objects with an additional beauty minent member of the Improve- and charm: incongruities which ment as he was of the Facciata architects denounce may be prized Committee. The principle, al- by the painter and the poet; reguready mentioned, laid down by lar features are not always those these gentlemen, that where there which touch the heart. May the is a work of genius or any edifice restorers of Florence proceed with remarkable and picturesque it care. As yet they have done little should be preserved, is admirable; to arouse adverse criticism, and but then this very question of much to win universal admiration. preservation requires grave consi- Let them continue their labour in deration and excellent judgment. the same spirit of love and rever· Many a picture has been injured ence, and Florence will ever reby the process of cleaning, and in main worthy of the name of The giving solidity to a fabric its char- Beautiful. acter often suffers; so all buildings
LAMINGTON. associated with the past should at
any funds for the work of ruin ferred materialism to the beautiare available. It is truly sad to ful. But much joy was felt by think that in a very brief space of the few who find happiness in time this interesting district will things of beauty and graceful assobe replaced by a large square, with ciations; for these had been sadprobably a statue of Garibaldi or dened at the thought of the Arno Cavour in the centre. The Ghetto, flowing through streets of uninteror Jews' quarter, containing a great esting modern buildings, and the number of architectural gems, and many slopes of Fiesole covered picturesque points of view such as with suburban villas. The change artists love to paint and Ruskin was indeed welcome to such who to describe, has been closed long love Florence, as Florence only can since, preparatory to its destruc- be loved by those who have long tion. Here the very progress of dwelt within view and beneath the decay may be watched; for now, shadow of the Duomo. uncared for, the storm can beat The traveller who has time to into the deserted dwellings, and make himself acquainted with Florpartially anticipate the hand of ence, and now moves on to Rome, the destroyer. It is even doubt- will rejoice that the nominis umful whether a great portion of the bra has spared the beautiful city, Via Calsaioli will be spared—a when he sees the degradation to street where Donatello and Michel- which Rome is subjected. Happy ozzi laboured for the love of art those who visited Rome before it and the rivalry in beautiful work- was Haussmannised, and miles of manship. If all these outward edifices of hideous monotony reand visible signs of the illustri- placed the ruins of the Empire, and ous past are to be removed, it peopled the once classic solitudes ! will be a great price to pay even No longer can the student “with for a freer and grander view of beating heart roam o'er the hauntthe Duomo and the noble sister ed ground," picturing the glorious edifices.
past. With the temporal power As Florence was not destined to the home of our youth has been be the permanent capital of the swept away: no more shall the new Italy, it is greatly to be regretted that for a short time it “Orphans of the earth now turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead empires." was so considered; for the Florentine imagination expanded, and Where the widowed mother sat with it all the plans for the crea- is a vast metropolis, which in all tion of a city worthy of such a probability will extend in time to grand future. The owners of land the very foot of the Alban hills. indulged in the most extravagant So, on the whole, all classes except expectations. Florence was to be the speculators may be satisfied known, not as the City of the that Florence has been left alone; Lily, but the City of the World. and we must only hope that the During the brief period of its pride, restorers will move with caution. large fortunes were realised; half Let them take warning from the the old city walls were levelled, to severe judgment which has been afford room for the new capital. passed on the restoration of the So when the royal migration to palace of the Doges and the BasRome was an accomplished fact, ilica of San Marco at Venice. The there was much grief among the facciata of the Duomo is undespeculators and those who pre- niably so admirable a work that every confidence can be placed in all times be touched with a loving the Florentine taste. It is very hand. An architect who is a mere gratifying to know that a most dis- builder too frequently is a failure. tinguished Englishman, Mr Temple A restorer must not only be exLeader, who many years since perienced in his craft, but full of occupied a conspicuous position in poetic sentiment—if not an artist, the House of Commons, and who at least rich in artistic feeling. possesses a thorough knowledge of Let it be remembered that Time, classic art and the keenest appre- the destroyer, frequently invests ciation of the beautiful, is a pro- objects with an additional beauty minent member of the Improve- and charm: incongruities which ment as he was of the Facciata architects denounce may be prized Committee. The principle, al- by the painter and the poet; reguready mentioned, laid down by lar features are not always those these gentlemen, that where there which touch the heart. May the is a work of genius or any edifice restorers of Florence proceed with remarkable and picturesque it care. As yet they have done little should be preserved, is admirable ; to arouse adverse criticism, and but then this very question of much to win universal admiration. preservation requires grave consi- Let them continue their labour in deration and excellent judgment. the same spirit of love and rever· Many a picture has been injured ence, and Florence will ever reby the process of cleaning, and in main worthy of the name of The giving solidity to a fabric its char- Beautiful. acter often suffers; so all buildings
The tableaux had taken place to who could not get access there, yet everybody's satisfaction. There was at home nowhere else. No; had been much applause, and all that youthful folly about Lady Joyce had been called for to receive Joyce was nonsense, she knew. the thanks of the audience; but all She would never be Lady Joyce, muffled up in a dark cloak in which never find a place in the Queen's she had figured as one of Queen Court, or among the people who Margaret's travelling retinue, she are grand and great, and the flower had not revealed anything to the of the land; but yet there was her amused look of the gentlemen and place, and nowhere else was she at ladies who were spectators, except a home. She did not venture to say dark and indistinct outline against this to herself, yet the thought the light. When the others, throw- was in her mind as she stepped ing off the veils and cloaks in which out with a sigh down the terraceshe had enveloped them, joined steps, leaving the lights blazing, their friends in the drawing-room, and the voices, so refined, as she which was to Joyce the emblem of thought, and delightful, rising in everything that was most splendid a soft tumult behind. She was and beautiful in the world, she tempted to steal along the terrace stole away, getting her hat from to an open window, to hear what Merritt's room. Merritt would they were saying, to peep in gladly have detained her for a gos- for a moment out of the gloom. sip afterwards; but Joyce, though But Joyce would not, could not she told herself with an angry do this thing. The temptation humility, which was more stinging wounded her pride even while it than pride, that it was Merritt moved her. What! she, Joyce, who was her equal and not Greta, go and peep and listen, like a would not stay.
She went out housemaid in a play! No, no; into the silence of the night, hear- though they were so sweet, though ing the voices of the company, with they drew her as if with a magnet a keen desire to know what they —no, no. She turned round resowere saying, and to share in the lutely away from that snare. On enjoyment which imagination rep- the other side the housekeeper's resented to her as so much more room was shining too, and there delightful than any kind of social was quite a fine company thereintercourse she had ever known. the ladies’-maids so fine, and genJoyce felt this sharp and keen tlemen in evening clothes, quite sensation which she said to her- equal to anything that was to be self was not envy. Oh no, no! seen in the drawing-room. Joyce for envy is unkind, whereas she Aung her head high—not there at desired no harm, but only good least! though with a keen pang of and every pleasantness to the de- self-humiliation she felt that there lightsome company where there everybody would think was her were so many whom she was fond appropriate place. But the fine of; but only a forlorn conscious- ladies'-maids were too fine for her. ness of her own position as one There was something in that. It
enabled her to feel a consolatory sweeping motion of her arm tothrill of disdainful pride.
wards the lighted windows, which When she had gone on a little, now shone like faint stars in the and reached the beginning of the distance, “should I have been like avenue, a shadow shaped itself out them? They would have talked of the darkness of the night, and a and been kind; they would have shawl, unnecessary and undesired, asked me questions. What would was quickly put upon her shoul- you like, Joyce?-a cup of tea? ders. "I was told to bring you Have you these pictures, this and I've been waiting half Joyce?' What can we show her an hour.
Oh, keep it on, the to amuse her? And a gentleman night is chilly-to please me, would have come forward and said Joyce."
something, looking as if he were Why should you make me do afraid I would curtsey when I what I don't wish, to please you ? " spoke to him, like one of the chil
Well, if it is what you don't dren! and there would be little wish; but consider that your health looks at me as if it were wonderful is of great consequence, and if you I could behave myself. And the were to catch cold—or any unplea- lady herself, who is all goodnesssant thing—"
yes, she is all goodness !--would “ There could not be a better give me a glance after a while, time,” said Joyce, “at the begin- or perhaps a whisper, Now, Joyce, ning of the holidays."
run away. Why—why should it " Has something gone wrong be—so little difference, and yet with you to-night ?—you are not so much? To feel nothing but as sweet as your ordinary-oh yes, scorn at the thought they are our sweet always, sweet ever to me. betters, and yet never to feel at But something has come over you. ease with them !” Her foot gave You are so merry about them some- an impatient mortified stamp on times. You make me laugh, though the ground, and her eyes, unseen, I am not sure that it is right to overflowed with hot and angry laugh at the aristocracy--they have tears. their difficulties, as we have ours." “ These are questions which are
"I wonder at you ! Wherein sometimes painful—but not necesare they different ?—the same flesh sarily so," said the young schooland blood, I hope—no better edu- master. «« Take hold of my arm cation, often not so good. What going down the avenue. Oh do! then ? Who was it they referred It is dark, and you might stumble, to for everything to-night?-to and the moon gives little light know all about the story and the under the trees. And then, don't history: the history of their own you think I have a right to a country, and we in sight of the little, just a little, kindness, more very scene !
Who did they come than everybody else? Well, then," to ask from as if I were an oracle? he went on in a satisfied tone, as and you say that knowledge is Joyce, moved by this argument, power
conceded the arm, though with "Yes, in a way, assuredly it is. some reluctance.
"I will tell you There is a moral superiority; there all about it. It would be painful
. is a sense of true nobility" if it were not looked at from a high
“Oh, stop, stop? In spite of all point of view. It is mortifying I tell you, if I had stayed there,” when there is no difference—when cried Joyce, with an indignant you are just as well instructed, per