the most beautiful example of the Italian Gothic manner
in existence. Orcagna seems to have been at work
on it for some ten years, covering it with decoration
and carving those reliefs of the Life of the Virgin
in that grand style which he had found in Giotto and
learned perhaps from Andrea Pisano. To describe
the shrine itself would be impossible and useless.
It is like some miniature and magic church, a casquet
made splendid not with jewels but with beauty, where
the miracle picture of Madonna—not that
ancient and wonderful picture by Ugolino da Siena,
but a work, it is said, of Bernardo Daddi—glows
under the lamps. On the west side, in front of
the altar, Orcagna has carved the Marriage of the
Virgin and the Annunciation; on the south, the Nativity
of Our Lord and the Adoration of the Magi; on the
north, the Presentation of the Virgin and her Birth;
and on the east, the Purification and the Annunciation
of her Death. And above these last, in a panel
of great beauty, he has carved the Death of the Virgin,
where, among the Apostles crowding round her bed, while
St. Thomas—or is it St. John?—passionately
kisses her feet, Jesus Himself stands with her soul
in His arms, that little Child which had first entered
the kingdom of heaven. Above this sorrowful scene
you may see the Glory and Assumption of Our Lady in
a mandorla glory, upheld by six angels, while St.
Thomas kneels below, stretching out his arms, assured
at last. It is, as it were, the prototype of the
Madonna della Cintola, that exquisite and lovely relief
which Nanni di Banco carved later for the north gate
of the Duomo, only here all the sweetness that Nanni
has seen and expressed seems to be lost in a sort
of solemnity and strength.
Between these panels Orcagna has set the virtues Theological
and Cardinal, little figures of much force and beauty;
and at the corners he has carved angels bearing palms
and lilies. Some who have seen this shrine so
loaded with ornament, so like some difficult and complicated
canticle, have gone away disappointed. Remembering
the strength and significance of Orcagna’s work
in fresco, they have perhaps looked for some more
simple thing, and indeed for a less rhetorical praise.
Yet I think it is rather the fault of Or San Michele
than of the shrine itself, that it does not certainly
vanquish any possible objection and assure us at once
of its perfection and beauty. If it could be seen
in the beautiful spacious transept of S. Croce, or
even in Santo Spirito across Arno, that sense as of
something elaborate and complicated would perhaps
not be felt; but here in Or San Michele one seems to
have come upon a priceless treasure in a cave.
FOOTNOTES:
[93] Rossetti’s translation of Guido Cavalcanti’s
Sonnet written in exile.
[94] Franceschini, however, in his record (L’Oratorio
di S. Michele in Orto in Firenze: P. Franceschini:
Firenze, 1892), says that the Tabernacle of Orcagna
was built round the old brick pillars. It may
well be that the pillar on which the Madonna was painted
or was hung (for it is not clear whether the painting
was a panel or a wall painting) was saved while the
rest was destroyed.