In Two Volumes
This is Volume One
| CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XIX CHAPTER XX CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER XXII CHAPTER XXIII | MIRIAM, HILDA, KENYON, DONATELLO THE FAUN SUBTERRANEAN REMINISCENCES THE SPECTRE OF THE CATACOMB MIRIAM’S STUDIO THE VIRGIN’S SHRINE BEATRICE THE SUBURBAN VILLA THE FAUN AND NYMPH THE SYLVAN DANCE FRAGMENTARY SENTENCES A STROLL ON THE PINCIAN A SCULPTOR’S STUDIO CLEOPATRA AN AESTHETIC COMPANY A MOONLIGHT RAMBLE MIRIAM’S TROUBLE ON THE EDGE OF A PRECIPICE THE FAUN’S TRANSFORMATION THE BURIAL CHANT THE DEAD CAPUCHIN THE MEDICI GARDENS MIRIAM AND HILDA |
MIRIAM, HILDA, KENYON, DONATELLO
Four individuals, in whose fortunes we should be glad to interest the reader, happened to be standing in one of the saloons of the sculpture-gallery in the Capitol at Rome. It was that room (the first, after ascending the staircase) in the centre of which reclines the noble and most pathetic figure of the Dying Gladiator, just sinking into his death-swoon. Around the walls stand the Antinous, the Amazon, the Lycian Apollo, the Juno; all famous productions of antique sculpture, and still shining in the undiminished majesty and beauty of their ideal life, although the marble that embodies them is yellow with time, and perhaps corroded by the damp earth in which they lay buried for centuries. Here, likewise, is se