e ethereal realm. The
wonderful music that floats over the "silver trail" of still waters; the
mystic silences; the resplendence of color,--all, indeed, weave
themselves into an incantation of the gods; it is the ineffable
loveliness of Paradise where the rose of morning glows "and the June is
always June," and it is no more earth, but a celestial atmosphere,--this
glory of June in Venice.

FOOTNOTES:

[3] This inscription and a description in detail of all the memorials of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning are given in full in a volume entitled "A
Study of Elizabeth Barrett Browning." Boston: Little, Brown, & Co.

[4] "A Study of Elizabeth Barrett Browning." Little, Brown, & Co.

_Dear Italy! The sound of thy soft name
Soothes me with balm of Memory and Hope.
Mine, for the moment, height and sweep and slope
That once were mine. Supreme is still the aim
To flee the cold and gray
Of our December day,
And rest where thy clear spirit burns with unconsuming flame._

_Thou human-hearted land, whose revels hold
Man in communion with the antique days,
And summon him from prosy greed to ways
Where Youth is beckoning to the Age of Gold;
How thou dost hold him near
And whisper in his ear
Of the lost Paradise that lies beyond the alluring haze!_

ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON.

_Great ideas create great peoples. Let your life be the living
summary of one sole organic idea. Enlarge the horizon of the
peoples. Liberate their conscience from the materialism by which it
is weighed down. Set a vast mission before them. Rebaptize them._

MAZZINI.

_All parts array for the progress of souls: all religion, all solid
things, arts, governments,--all that was or is apparent upon this
globe, or any globe, falls into niches and comes before the
procession of Souls along the grand roads of the universe.... Of
the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of
the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and
sustenance._

WALT WHITMAN.

VII

THE MAGIC LAND

More than five hundred years have passed over the country of Dante
since the death of his mortal part--years of glory and of shame, of
genius and intolerable mediocrity,