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shall be the fruit of your victories. It will be an epoch for the admiration of posterity; you will enjoy the immortal glory of changing the aspect of affairs in the finest part of Europe. The free people of France, not regardless of moderation, shall accord to Europe a glorious peace; but it will indemnify itself for the sacrifices of every kind which it has been making for six years past. You will again be restored to your fire-sides and homes; and your fellowcitizens, pointing you out, shall say, 'There goes one who belonged to the army of Italy!'
CHARACTER OF MICHAEL ANGELO.-Fuseli.
SUBLIMITY of conception, grandeur of form and breadth of manner, are the elements of Michael Angelo's style. By these principles he selected or rejected the objects of imitation. As painter, as sculptor, as architect, he attempted, and above any other man succeeded, in uniting magnificence of plan and endless variety of subordinate parts with the utmost simplicity and breadth.
His line is uniformly grand. Character and beauty were admitted only as far as they could be made subservient to grandeur. The child, the female, meanness, deformity, were by him indiscriminately stamped with grandeur. A beggar rose from his hand the patriarch of poverty; the hump of his dwarf is impressed with dignity; his infants teem with the man; his men are a race of giants.
To give the appearance of perfect ease to the most perplexing difficulty, was the exclusive power of Michael Angelo. He is the inventor of epic painting, in that sublime circle of the Sistine Chapel, which exhibits the origin, the progress, and the final dispensations of theocracy. He has personified motion in the groups of the cartoon of Pisa; embodied sentiment on the monuments of St. Lorenzo, unravelled the features of meditation in the prophets and sibyls of the chapel of Sixtus; and, in the last judgment, with every attitude that varies the human body, traced the master trait of every passion that sways the human heart.
Though as sculptor, he expressed the character of flesh more perfectly than all who went before or came after him,
yet he never submitted to copy an individual, Julio the second only excepted; and in him he represented the reigning passion rather than the man.
In painting, he contented himself with a negative colour, and, as the painter of mankind, rejected all meretricious ornament. The fabric of St. Peter, scattered into infinity of jarring parts by Bramante and his successors, he concentrated; suspended the cupola, and, to the most complex, gave the air of the most simple of edifices.
Such was Michael Angelo, the salt of art: sometimes he, no doubt, had his moments of dereliction, deviated into manner, or perplexed the grandeur of his forms with futile and ostentatious anatomy. These faults met with armies of copyists, whilst his grandeur had no rival.
AT midnight, in his guarded tent,
In dreams, through camp and court, he bore
In dreams his song of triumph heard;
As Eden's garden bird.
An hour passed on-the Turk awoke;
He woke to hear his sentry's shriek,
To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!'
'Strike-till the last armed foe expires,
Strike-for your altars and your fires,
They fought-like brave men, long and well,
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang their proud hurrah,
Come to the bridal chamber, death!
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
But to the hero, when his sword
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
MOONLIGHT-AND A FIELD OF BATTLE.-Shelley
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills,
A metaphor of peace;-all form a scene
The orb of day,
Tempest unfolds its pinions o'er the gloom
Ah! whence yon glare
Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round!
In countless echoes through the mountains ring,
Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke
And the bright beams of frosty morning dance
Black ashes note where their proud city stood.
Each tree which guards its darkness from the day,