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that　fear　is　never　known　to　the　great。〃



With　these　words　Zanoni　abruptly　left　the　artist；　humbled；

bewildered；　and　not　convinced。　　He　remained　alone　with　his

thoughts　till　he　was　aroused　by　the　striking　of　the　clock；　he

then　suddenly　remembered　Zanoni's　prediction　of　the　Cardinal's

death；　and；　seized　with　an　intense　desire　to　learn　its　truth；　he

hurried　into　the　streets；he　gained　the　Cardinal's　palace。　　Five

minutes　before　noon　his　Eminence　had　expired；　after　an　illness　of

less　than　an　hour。　　Zanoni's　visit　had　occupied　more　time　than

the　illness　of　the　Cardinal。　　Awed　and　perplexed；　he　turned　from

the　palace；　and　as　he　walked　through　the　Chiaja；　he　saw　Jean

Nicot　emerge　from　the　portals　of　the　Prince　di　。





CHAPTER　3。V。



Two　loves　I　have　of　comfort　and　despair；

Which　like　two　spirits　do　suggest　me　still。

Shakespeare。



Venerable　Brotherhood；　so　sacred　and　so　little　known；　from　whose

secret　and　precious　archives　the　materials　for　this　history　have

been　drawn；　ye　who　have　retained；　from　century　to　century；　all

that　time　has　spared　of　the　august　and　venerable　science；thanks

to　you；　if　now；　for　the　first　time；　some　record　of　the　thoughts

and　actions　of　no　false　and　self…styled　luminary　of　your　Order　be

given；　however　imperfectly；　to　the　world。　　Many　have　called

themselves　of　your　band；　many　spurious　pretenders　have　been

so…called　by　the　learned　ignorance　which　still；　baffled　and

perplexed；　is　driven　to　confess　that　it　knows　nothing　of　your

origin；　your　ceremonies　or　doctrines；　nor　even　if　you　still　have

local　habitation　on　the　earth。　　Thanks　to　you　if　I；　the　only　one

of　my　country；　in　this　age；　admitted；　with　a　profane　footstep；

into　your　mysterious　Academe　（The　reader　will　have　the　goodness

to　remember　that　this　is　said　by　the　author　of　the　original　MS。；

not　by　the　editor。）；　have　been　by　you　empowered　and　instructed　to

adapt　to　the　comprehension　of　the　uninitiated；　some　few　of　the

starry　truths　which　shone　on　the　great　Shemaia　of　the　Chaldean

Lore；　and　gleamed　dimly　through　the　darkened　knowledge　of　latter

disciples；　labouring；　like　Psellus　and　Iamblichus；　to　revive　the

embers　of　the　fire　which　burned　in　the　Hamarin　of　the　East。

Though　not　to　us　of　an　aged　and　hoary　world　is　vouchsafed　the

NAME　which；　so　say　the　earliest　oracles　of　the　earth；　〃rushes

into　the　infinite　worlds；〃　yet　is　it　ours　to　trace　the　reviving

truths；　through　each　new　discovery　of　the　philosopher　and

chemist。　　The　laws　of　attraction；　of　electricity；　and　of　the　yet

more　mysterious　agency　of　that　great　principal　of　life；　which；　if

drawn　from　the　universe；　would　leave　the　universe　a　grave；　were

but　the　code　in　which　the　Theurgy　of　old　sought　the　guides　that

led　it　to　a　legislation　and　science　of　its　own。　　To　rebuild　on

words　the　fragments　of　this　history；　it　seems　to　me　as　if；　in　a

solemn　trance；　I　was　led　through　the　ruins　of　a　city　whose　only

remains　were　tombs。　　From　the　sarcophagus　and　the　urn　I　awake　the

genius　（The　Greek　Genius　of　Death。）　of　the　extinguished　Torch；

and　so　closely　does　its　shape　resemble　Eros；　that　at　moments　I

scarcely　know　which　of　ye　dictates　to　me；O　Love！　　O　Death！



And　it　stirred　in　the　virgin's　heart；this　new；　unfathomable；

and　divine　emotion！　　Was　it　only　the　ordinary　affection　of　the

pulse　and　the　fancy；　of　the　eye　to　the　Beautiful；　of　the　ear　to

the　Eloquent；　or　did　it　not　justify　the　notion　she　herself

conceived　of　it；that　it　was　born　not　of　the　senses；　that　it　was

less　of　earthly　and　human　love　than　the　effect　of　some　wondrous

but　not　unholy　charm？　　I　said　that；　from　that　day　in　which；　no

longer　with　awe　and　trembling；　she　surrendered　herself　to　the

influence　of　Zanoni；　she　had　sought　to　put　her　thoughts　into

words。　　Let　the　thoughts　attest　their　own　nature。



THE　SELF　CONFESSIONAL。



〃Is　it　the　daylight　that　shines　on　me；　or　the　memory　of　thy

presence？　　Wherever　I　look；　the　world　seems　full　of　thee；　in

every　ray　that　trembles　on　the　water；　that　smiles　upon　the

leaves；　I　behold　but　a　likeness　to　thine　eyes。　　What　is　this

change；　that　alters　not　only　myself；　but　the　face　of　the　whole

universe？



。。。



How　instantaneously　leaped　into　life　the　power　with　which　thou

swayest　my　heart　in　its　ebb　and　flow。　　Thousands　were　around　me；

and　I　saw　but　thee。　　That　was　the　night　in　which　I　first　entered

upon　the　world　which　crowds　life　into　a　drama；　and　has　no

language　but　music。　　How　strangely　and　how　suddenly　with　thee

became　that　world　evermore　connected！　　What　the　delusion　of　the

stage　was　to　others；　thy　presence　was　to　me。　　My　life；　too；

seemed　to　centre　into　those　short　hours；　and　from　thy　lips　I

heard　a　music；　mute　to　all　ears　but　mine。　　I　sit　in　the　room

where　my　father　dwelt。　　Here；　on　that　happy　night；　forgetting　why

THEY　were　so　happy；　I　shrunk　into　the　shadow；　and　sought　to　guess

what　thou　wert　to　me；　and　my　mother's　low　voice　woke　me；　and　I

crept　to　my　father's　side；　closeclose；　from　fear　of　my　own

thoughts。



〃Ah！　sweet　and　sad　was　the　morrow　to　that　night；　when　thy　lips

warned　me　of　the　future。　　An　orphan　now；what　is　there　that

lives　for　me　to　think　of；　to　dream　upon；　to　revere；　but　thou！



〃How　tenderly　thou　hast　rebuked　me　for　the　grievous　wrong　that　my

thoughts　did　thee！　　Why　should　I　have　shuddered　to　feel　thee

glancing　upon　my　thoughts　like　the　beam　on　the　solitary　tree；　to

which　thou　didst　once　liken　me　so　well？　　It　wasit　was；　that；

like　the　tree；　I　struggled　for　the　light；　and　the　light　came。

They　tell　me　of　love；　and　my　very　life　of　the　stage　breathes　the

language　of　love　into　my　lips。　　No；　again　and　again；　I　know　THAT

is　not　the　love　that　I　feel　for　thee！it　is　not　a　passion；　it　is

a　thought！　　I　ask　not　to　be　loved　again。　　I　murmur　not　that　thy

words　are　stern　and　thy　looks　are　cold。　　I　ask　not　if　I　have

rivals；　I　sigh　not　to　be　fair　in　thine　eyes。　　It　is　my　SPIRIT

that　would　blend　itself　with　thine。　　I　would　give　worlds；　though

we　were　apart；　though　oceans　rolled　between　us；　to　know　the　hour

in　which　thy　gaze　was　lifted　to　the　stars；in　which　thy　heart

poured　itself　in　prayer。　　They　tell　me　thou　art　more　beautiful

than　the　marble　images　that　are　fairer　than　all　human　forms；　but

I　have　never　dared　to　gaze　steadfastly　on　thy　face；　that　memory

might　compare　thee　with　the　rest。　　Only　thine　eyes　and　thy　soft；

calm　smile　haunt　me；　as　when　I　look　upon　the　moon；　all　that

passes　into　my　heart　is　her　silent　light。



。。。



〃Often；　when　the　air　is　calm；　I　have　thought　that　I　hear　the

strains　of　my　father's　music；　often；　though　long　stilled　in　the

grave；　have　they　waked　me　from　the　dreams　of　the　solemn　night。

Methinks；　ere　thou　comest　to　me　that　I　hear　them　herald　thy

approach。　　Methinks　I　hear　them　wail　and　moan；　when　I　sink　back

into　myself　on　seeing　thee　depart。　　Thou　art　OF　that　music；its

spirit；　its　genius。　　My　father　must　have　guessed　at　thee　and　thy

native　regions；　when　the　winds　hushed　to　listen　to　his　tones；　and

the　world　deemed　him　mad！　　I　hear　where