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ARGUMENT.—They gain the second cornice, where the sin of envy is purged; and having proceeded a little to the right, they hear voices uttered by invisible spirits recounting famous examples of charity, and next behold the shades, or souls, of the envious clad in sackcloth, and having their eyes sewed up with an iron thread. Amongst these Dante finds Sapia, a Siennese lady, from whom he learns the cause of her being there.

TTE reach'd the summit of the scale, and stood

Upon the second buttress of that mount

Which healeth him who climbs. A cornice there, Like to the former, girdles round the hill; Save that its arch, with sweep less ample, bends.

Shadow, nor image there, is seen: all smooth
The rampart and the path, reflecting naught
But the rock's sullen hue. “If here we wait,
For some to question,” said the bard, “I fear
Our choice may haply meet too long delay.

Then fixedly upon the sun his eyes
He fasten'd; made his right the central point
From whence to move; and turn'd the left aside.
“O pleasant light, my confidence and hope !
Conduct us thou,” he cried, “on this new way,
Where now I venture; leading to the bourn
We seek. The universal world to thee
Owes warmth and lustre. If no other cause
Forbid, thy beams should ever be our guide.”

Far, as is measured for a mile on earth,
In brief space had we journey'd; such prompt will
Impell’d; and toward us flying, now were heard
Spirits invisible, who courteously
Unto love's table bade the welcome guest.
The voice, that first few by, callid forth aloud,
“ They have no wine," so on behind us past,
Those sounds reiterating, nor yet lost
In the faint distance, when another came
Crying, “I am Orestes," and alike

Forbid, this measurede journey'd ; Sow were

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Wing'd its fleet way. “O father!” I exclaim'd, “What tongues are these?” and as I question'd, lo! A third exclaiming, “Love ye those have wrong'd you."

“This circuit,” said my teacher, “knots the scourge
For envy; and the cords are therefore drawn
By charity's correcting hand. The curb
Is of a harsher sound; as thou shalt hear
(If I deem rightly) ere thou reach the pass,
Where pardon sets them free. But fix thine eyes
Intently through the air; and thou shalt see
A multitude before thee seated, each
Along the shelving grot.” Then more than erst
I oped mine eyes; before me view'd; and saw
Shadows with garments dark as was the rock;
And when we pass'd a little forth, I heard
A crying, “ Blessed Mary! pray for us,
Michael and Peter! all ye saintly host!”

I do not think there walks on earth this day
Man so remorseless, that he had not yearn'd
With pity at the sight that next I saw.
Mine eyes a load of sorrow teem'd, when now
I stood so near them, that their semblances
Came clearly to my view. Of sackcloth vile
Their covering seem'd; and, on his shoulder, one
Did stay another, leaning; and all lean'd
Against the cliff. E'en thus the blind and poor,
Near the confessionals, to crave an alms,
Stand, each his head upon his fellow's sunk;
So most to stir compassion, not by sound
Of words alone, but that which moves not less,
The sight of misery. And as never beam
Of noon-day visiteth the eyeless man,
E'en so was heaven a niggard unto these
Of his fair light: for, through the orbs of all,
A thread of wire, impiercing, knits them up,
As for the taming of a haggard hawk.
It were a wrong, methought, to pass and look
On others, yet myself the while unseen.
To my sage counsel therefore did I turn.
He knew the meaning of the mute appeal,

Nor waited for my questioning, but said:
“Speak; and be brief, be subtile in thy words.”
On that part of the cornice, whence no rim
Engarlands its steep fall, did Virgil come;
On the other side me were the spirits, their cheeks
Bathing devout with penitential tears,
That through the dread impalement forced a way.
I turn'd me to them, and “O shades l’” said I,
“Assured that to your eyes unveil'd shall shine
The lofty light, sole object of your wish,
So may Heaven's grace clear whatsoe'er of foam
Floats turbid on the conscience, that thenceforth
The stream of mind roll limpid from its source;
As ye declare (for so shall ye impart
A boon I dearly prize) if any soul
Of Latium dwell among ye: and perchance
That soul may profit, if I learn so much.”
“My brotherl we are, each one, citizens
Of one true city.” Any, thou wouldst say,
Who lived a stranger in Italia's land.”
So heard I answering, as appear'd, a voice
That onward came some space from whence I stood.
A spirit I noted, in whose look was mark'd
Expectance. Ask ye how? The chin was raised
As in one reft of sight. “Spirit,” said I,
“Who for thy rise art tutoring, (if thou be
That which didst answer to me,) or by place,
Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee.”
“I was,” it answer'd, “ of Sienna: here
I cleanse away with these the evil life,
Soliciting with tears that He, who is,
Vouchsafe Him to us. Though Sapia" named,
In sapience I excell'd not; gladder far
Of other's hurt, than of the good befel me.
That thou mayst own I now deceive thee not,
Hear, if my folly were not as I speak it.

Citizens of one true city!" ing in exile at Colle, so overjoyed

“For, here we have no continuing at a , defeat which her countrymen

city, but we seek one to come.”– sustained near that place, that she

Heb. xiii. 14. - declared nothing more was wanting * “Sapia. A lady of Sienna, liv- to make her die contented.

When now my tears sloped waning down the arch,
It so bechanced, my fellow-citizens
Near Colle met their enemies in the field;
And I pray'd God to grant what He had will'd.'
There were they vanquish'd, and betook themselves
Unto the bitter passages of flight.
I markd the hunt; and waxing out of bounds
In gladness, lifted up my shameless brow,
And, like the merlin cheated by a gleam,
Cried: 'It is over. Heaven! I fear thee not.'
Upon my verge of life I wish'd for peace
With God; nor yet repentance had supplied
What I did lack of duty, were it not
The hermit Piero, touch'd with charity,
In his devout orisons thought on me.
But who art thou that question'st of our state,
Who go'st, as I believe, with lids unclosed,
And breathest in thy talk?” -“ Mine eyes,” said I,
“ May yet be here ta’en from me; but not long;
For they have not offended grievously
With envious glances. But the woe beneath'
Urges my soul with more exceeding dread.
That nether load already weighs me down.”

She thus: “Who then, amongst us here aloft,
Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?

"He," answered I, “who standeth mute beside me. I live: of me ask therefore, chosen spirit ! If thou desire I yonder yet should move For thee my mortal feet.”—“Oh!” she replied, “This is so strange a thing, it is great sign That God doth love thee. Therefore with thy prayer Sometime assist me: and, by that I crave, Which most thou covetest, that if thy feet E'er tread on Tuscan soil, thou save my fame Amongst my kindred. Them shalt thou behold

Ou This is a doth he me:

4" — What He had will’d.” That her countrymen should be defeated in battle.

5 Induced by a gleam of fine weather in the winter to escape from bis master, the merlin was soon op

pressed by the rigor of the season.

6“ The hermit Piero." Piero Pet. tinagno, a holy hermit of Florence.

Dante felt that he was much more subject to the sin of pride, than to that of envy.

With that vain multitude, who set their hope
On Telamone's haven; there to fail
Confounded, more than when the fancied stream
They sought, of Dian calld: but they, who lead
Their navies, more than ruin'd hopes shall mourn."


ARGUMENT.–Our Poet on this second cornice finds also the souls of Guido del Duca of Brettinoro, and Rinieri da Calboli of Romagna; the latter of whom, hearing that he comes from the banks of the Arno, inveighs against the degeneracy of all those who dwell in the cities visited by that stream; and the former, in like manner, against the inhabitants of Romagna. On leaving these, our Poets hear voices recording noted instances of envy.

CYAY,' who is he around our mountain winds,

Or ever death has pruned his wing for flight;

That opes his eyes, and covers them at will?”
“I know not who he is, but know thus much;
He comes not singly. Do thou ask of him,
For thou art nearer to him; and take heed,
Accost him gently, so that he may speak.”

Thus on the right two spirits, bending each
Toward the other, talk'd of me; then both
Addressing me, their faces backward lean'd,
And thus the one' began: “O soul, who yet
Pent in the body, tendest towards the sky!
For charity, we pray thee, comfort us;
Recounting whence thou comest, and who thou art:
For thou dost make us, at the favor shown thee,
Marvel, as at a thing that ne'er hath been.”

“There stretches through the midst of Tuscany,"
I straight began, “a brooklet,' whose well-head
Springs up in Falterona; with his race
Not satisfied, when he some hundred miles

Hath measured. From his banks bring I this frame. 8 The Sienese.

9" The one." Guido del Duca. 3“ Say.” The two spirits who 3 The Arno, that rises in Falte. thus speak to each other are Guido del Duca, of Brettinoro, and Ri. Its course is 120 miles. nieri da Calboli, of Romagna.

rona, a mountain in the Apennines.

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