. The marble faun; or, The romance of Monte Beni . and, winningher soft consent, he would lead her to the altar, andthence to yonder sepulchre of Pope Gregory, whichshoidd be their nuptial home. What a life would betheirs, Hilda, in their marble Eden 1 It is not kind, nor like yourself, said Hilda,gently, to throw ridicule on emotions which are gen-uine. I revere this glorious church for itself and itspurposes ; and love it, moreover, because here I havefoimd sweet peace, after a gi-eat anguish. Forgive me, answered the sculptor, and I willdo so no more. My heart is not so irreverent as myword
. The marble faun; or, The romance of Monte Beni . and, winningher soft consent, he would lead her to the altar, andthence to yonder sepulchre of Pope Gregory, whichshoidd be their nuptial home. What a life would betheirs, Hilda, in their marble Eden 1 It is not kind, nor like yourself, said Hilda,gently, to throw ridicule on emotions which are gen-uine. I revere this glorious church for itself and itspurposes ; and love it, moreover, because here I havefoimd sweet peace, after a gi-eat anguish. Forgive me, answered the sculptor, and I willdo so no more. My heart is not so irreverent as mywords. They went through the piazza of St. Peters and theadjacent streets, silently at first; but, before reachingthe bridge of St. Angelo, Hildas flow of spirits beganto bubble forth, like the gush of a streamlet that hasbeen shut up by frost, or by a heavy stone over itssource. Kenyon had never found her so delightful asnow; so softened out of the chillness of her virginpride; so fidl of fresh thoughts, at which he was often Castle of Saint Angelo. HILDA AND A FRIEND. 421 moved to smile, although, on turning them over a lit-tle more, he sometimes discovered that they lookedfancifid only because so absolutely tiue. But, indeed, she was not quite in a normal from gloom into sudden cheerfulness, theeffect upon Hilda was as if she were just now long torpor, receiving back her intellectual ac-tivity, she derived an exquisite pleasure from the useof her facvdties, which were set in motion by causesthat seemed inadequate. She continually brought toKenyons mind the image of a child, making its play-thing of every object, but sjjorting in good faith, andwith a kind of seriousness. Looking up, for example,at the statue of St. Michael, on the top of Hadrianscastellated tomb, Hilda fancied an interview betweenthe Archangel and the old emjaerors ghost, who wasnaturally displeased at finding his mausoleum, whichhe had ordained for the stately and solemn repose ofhi
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