Little journeys to the homes of eminent orators . ced the heart of the old manand he murmured, Joy liveth yet for a day, but thesorrow^ of man abideth and fear assailed the lad. The efforts of his grandfather to interest him in thestudy of his own profession of medicine, failed. Re-ligious brooding filled his days, and he became paleand weak from fasting. He had grown in stature, but the gauntness of hisface made his coarse features stand out, that he wasalmost repulsive. But this homeliness ^vas relievedby the big, lustrous, brown eyes—eyes that challengedand beseeched in turn.
Little journeys to the homes of eminent orators . ced the heart of the old manand he murmured, Joy liveth yet for a day, but thesorrow^ of man abideth and fear assailed the lad. The efforts of his grandfather to interest him in thestudy of his own profession of medicine, failed. Re-ligious brooding filled his days, and he became paleand weak from fasting. He had grown in stature, but the gauntness of hisface made his coarse features stand out, that he wasalmost repulsive. But this homeliness ^vas relievedby the big, lustrous, brown eyes—eyes that challengedand beseeched in turn. The youth was now a young man—eighteen summerslay behind, when he disappeared from came a letter from Bologna in which Girolamoexplained at length to his mother that the worldswickedness was to him intolerable, its ambitionashes, and its hopes not worth striving for. He hadentered the monastery of St. Dominico, and to savehis family the pain of parting he had stolen quietlyaway. I have hearkened to the Voice, he said. SAVONAROLA 71. AVONAROLA remained in themonastery at Bologna for sixyears, scarcely passing beyond itsavails. These were years of cease-less study, writing, meditation—work. He sought the most menialoccupations—doing tasks thatothers cautiously evaded. Hissimplicity, earnestness and aus-terity won the love and admiration of the monks, andthey sought to make life more congenial to him, by ad-vancing him to the office of teacher to the declared his unfitness to teach, and it was animperative order, and not a suggestion, that forcedhim to forsake the business of scrubbing corridors onhands and knees, and array himself in the white robeof a teacher and reader. The office of teacher and that of an orator are not farapart—it is all a matter of expression. The first requi-site in expression is animation—you must feel in orderto impart feeling. No drowsy, lazy, disinterested, half-hearted, selfish, preoccupied, trifling person can teac
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