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176 ARIADNE.months after the day thatIhad led her throughthe Chiaramonti Gallery to Hermes — whenIhad gone to ask for her, as never a day passedbutIdid do, and Ersilia also, she opened thedoor of her lofty studio and came down a fewof the stone stairs tomy side." Come," she said to me; and then Iknewthat she had foundher strength and compassedsome greatlabour.The studio was a wide and lofty place, withwaUs and floor of stone, and narrow windowsthat opened in their centre on a hinge, andthe plants that grew upon the roof hung clownbefore their bars, and the pigeons flew in andoutin the daytime." Look," she said, and led me in and let mestand before the statue she had made, and whichshe had herself cut out from theblock, andshapedin every line,till it stood there,a white and wondrousthing, erect in the sunlight shining fromthe skies, and seemed to live,nay,to leap forthto life as the Apollo does inBelvidere.Itwas the same form that she had made iiithe clay at Venice and at Paris; that is, it was

ARIADNE. 177Hilarion: the man made god, by the deifyingpower of the passion which thus beheld him.Everycurve of the slender and symmetrical limbswasIds,every hne of the hannonious and Greeklikefeatures his also; but it was no longer amortal,itwas adivinity;and abouthis feet playedan ape and an asp,andin his hand he held adeadbird, and he looked at the bird in weariness anddoubt.That was aU.There was no other allegory. She knew thatmarble must speak in the simplest words, aspoets spake of old, or not at all.Marble must be for everthe Homer of the arts;ceasing to be that, as it does cease if it bewreathedwithornamentortorturedintometaphor,it ceases also to be art. Marble must speak tothe people as it did of old over the blue Ægean—sea andunder the woods of Pelion, or be dumba mere tricked-out doU offancy and of fashion.She knew tins, she who had been trained byMaryx;and evenhad she forgottenhis teachings,her own genius, cast on broad andnoble lines,would have obeyed the axiom bydistinct.vol. hi.K

176 ARIADNE.months after the day thatIhad led her throughthe Chiaramonti Gallery to Hermes — whenIhad gone to ask for her, as never a day passedbutIdid do, and Ersilia also, she opened thedoor of her lofty studio and came down a fewof the stone stairs tomy side." Come," she said to me; and then Iknewthat she had foundher strength and compassedsome greatlabour.<strong>The</strong> studio was a wide and lofty place, withwaUs and floor of stone, and narrow windowsthat opened in their centre on a hinge, andthe plants that grew upon the roof hung clownbefore their bars, and the pigeons flew in andoutin the daytime." Look," she said, and led me in and let mestand before the statue she had made, and whichshe had herself cut out from theblock, andshapedin every line,till it stood there,a white and wondrousthing, erect in the sunlight shining fromthe skies, and seemed to live,nay,to leap forthto life as the Apollo does inBelvidere.Itwas the same form that she had made iiithe clay at Venice and at Paris; that is, it was

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