delirious ravings as before,
pouring forth a torrent of the most terrible frenzies and horrible
imprecations that the mind of man could imagine; nor did he cease once
all that night until the day broke.

When the sun appeared above our horizon he turned to me and said,
"Brother, I do not wish to stay here longer, for these fellows will
end by making me do something tremendous, which may cause them to
repent of the annoyance they have given me." Then he kicked out both
his legs--the injured limb we had inclosed in a very heavy box--and
made as though he would fling it across a horse's back. Turning his
face round to me, he called out thrice, "Farewell, farewell!" and with
the last word that most valiant spirit passed away.

At the proper hour, toward nightfall, I had him buried with due
ceremony in the Church of the Florentines; and afterwards I erected
to his memory a very handsome monument of marble, upon which I caused
trophies and banners to be carved. I must not omit to mention that one
of his friends had asked him who the man was that had killed him, and
if he could recognize him; to which he answered that he could, and
gave his description. My brother indeed attempted to prevent this
coming to my ears; but I got it very well impressed upon my mind, as
will appear in the sequel.

AN ADVENTURE IN NECROMANCY

From the 'Memoirs': Symonds's Translation

It happened through a variety of singular accidents that I became
intimate with a Sicilian priest, who was a man of very elevated genius
and well instructed in both Latin and Greek letters. In the course of
conversation one day we were led to talk about the art of necromancy,
apropos of which I said, "Throughout my whole life I have had the most
intense desire to see or learn something of this art." Thereto the
priest replied, "A stout soul and a steadfast must the man have who
sets himself to such an enterprise." I answered that of strength and
steadfastness of soul I should have enough and to spare, provided I
found the opportunity. Then the priest said, "If you have the heart to
dare it, I will amply satisfy your curiosity." Accordingly we agreed
upon attempting the adventure.

The priest one evening made his preparations, and bade me find a
comrade, or not more than two. I invited Vincenzio Romoli, a very dear
friend of mine, and the priest took with him a native of Pistoja, who
also cultivated the black art. We went together to the Coliseum; and
ther