whether there was not aught else? why not reserve some inaccessible stronghold for me? why did you unlock the floodgates of the mind to such tides of emotion?” But there is no reality or permanence in this; it is only a reminder that the feminine part of human nature must not be dominant.

’The prophets of Michel Angelo excite all my admiration at the man capable of giving to such a physique an expression which commands it.  The soul is worthily lodged in these powerful frames; and she has the ease and dignity of one accustomed to command, and to command servants able to obey her hests.  Who else could have so animated such forms, that they are imposing, but never heavy?  The strong man is made so majestic by his office, that you scarcely feel how strong he is.  The wide folds of the drapery, the breadth of light and shade, are great as anything in

      “the large utterance of the early gods.”

’How they read,—­these prophets and sibyls!  Never did the always-baffled, always reaespiring hope of the finite to compass the infinite find such expression, except in the sehnsucht of music.  They are buried in the volume.  They cannot believe that it has not somewhere been revealed, the word of enigma, the link between the human and divine, matter and spirit.  Evidently, they hope to find it on the very next page.  I have always thought, that clearly enough did nature and the soul’s own consciousness respond to the craving for immortality.  I have thought it great weakness to need the voucher of a miracle, or of any of those direct interpositions of a divine power, which, in common parlance, are alone styled revelation.  When the revelations of nature seemed to me so clear, I had thought it was the weakness of the heart, or the dogmatism of the understanding, which had such need of a book.  But in these figures of Michel, the highest power seizes upon a scroll, hoping that some other mind may have dived to the depths of eternity for the desired pearl, and enable him, without delay, consciously to embrace the Everlasting Now.

’How fine the attendant intelligences!  So youthful and fresh, yet so strong.  Some merely docile and reverent, others eager for utterance before the thought be known,—­so firm is the trust in its value, so great the desire for sympathy.  Others so brilliant in the attention of the inquiring eye, so intelligent in every feature, that they seem to divine the whole, before they hear it.

    ’Zachariah is much the finer of the two prophets.

’Of the sibyls, the Cumaea would be disgusting, from her overpowering strength in the feminine form, if genius had not made her tremendous.  Especially the bosom gives me a feeling of faintness and aversion I cannot express.  The female breast looks made for the temple of sweet and chaste thoughts, while this is so formed as to remind you of the lioness in her lair, and suggest a word which I will not write.

    ’The Delphica is even beautiful, in Michel’s fair,
    calm, noble style, like the mother and child asleep in the
    Persica, and Night in the casts I have just seen.