In one of those domestic revolutions which were so common in Italy Dante was banished, and his property was confiscated; and he at the age of thirty-five, about the year 1300, when Giotto was painting portraits, was sent forth a wanderer and an exile, now poor and unimportant, to eat the bread of strangers and climb other people’s stairs; and so obnoxious was he to the dominant party in his native city for his bitter spirit, that he was destined never to return to his home and friends.  His ancestors, boasting of Roman descent, belonged to the patriotic party,—­the Guelphs, who had the ascendency in his early years,—­that party which defended the claims of the Popes against the Emperors of Germany.  But this party had its divisions and rival families,—­those that sided with the old feudal nobles who had once ruled the city, and the new mercantile families that surpassed them in wealth and popular favor.  So, expelled by a fraction of his own party that had gained power, Dante went over to the Ghibellines, and became an adherent of imperial authority until he died.

It was in his wanderings from court to court and castle to castle and convent to convent and university to university, that he acquired that profound experience with men and the world which fitted him for his great task.  “Not as victorious knight on the field of Campaldino, not as leader of the Guelph aristocracy at Florence, not as prior, not as ambassador,” but as a wanderer did he acquire his moral wisdom.  He was a striking example of the severe experiences to which nearly all great benefactors have been subjected,—­Abraham the exile, in the wilderness, in Egypt, among Philistines, among robbers and barbaric chieftains; the Prince Siddartha, who founded Buddhism, in his wanderings among the various Indian nations who bowed down to Brahma; and, still greater, the Apostle Paul, in his protracted martyrdom among Pagan idolaters and boastful philosophers, in Asia and in Europe.  These and others may be cited, who led a life of self-denial and reproach in order to spread the truths which save mankind.  We naturally call their lot hard, even though they chose it; but it is the school of greatness.  It was sad to see the wisest and best man of his day,—­a man of family, of culture, of wealth, of learning, loving leisure, attached to his home and country, accustomed to honor and independence,—­doomed to exile, poverty, neglect, and hatred, without those compensations which men of genius in our time secure.  But I would not attempt to excite pity for an outward condition which developed the higher virtues,—­for a thorny path which led to the regions of eternal light.  Dante may have walked in bitter tears to Paradise, but after the fashion of saints and martyrs in all ages of our world.  He need but cast his eyes on that emblem which was erected on every pinnacle of Mediaeval churches to symbolize passing suffering with salvation infinite,—­ the great and august creed of the age in which he lived, though now buried amid the triumphs of an imposing material civilization whose end is the adoration of the majesty of man rather than the majesty of God, the wonders of creation rather than the greatness of the Creator.