In the second Canto, Dante begins to feel his courage unequal to the task, and asks his guide whether he has really strength to undertake the proposed journey, whereupon Virgil, to reassure him, relates the circumstances which led to his own intervention. For Beatrice had herself descended from Paradise to entreat him to go to Dante's succour in his present dangers: and on Virgil's asking how it was she could bear for one moment to leave the joys of heaven, she replied that when sitting with Rachel (the type of the contemplative life) she had received a message from the divine mercy by the hands of Lucia, (the type of illuminating grace,) announcing that he who had loved her so much on earth was then in deadly peril, and bidding her go to his assistance. On this Beatrice had descended to ask Virgil's help, who as we have seen arrived in time to save Dante from the attacks of the wolf. The latter on hearing this, feels his courage revive, and the two poets together begin their journey through the dark wood. The third Canto, one of the most celebrated of the whole poem, needs little explanation. The 59th line must be understood to refer to Celestine V., who was induced to abdicate the Papacy, and afterwards imprisoned by order of Boniface, his successor. His subsequent canonization proves that Dante's opinion of him was not confirmed by later generations. Our readers should notice the art with which, in this and future cantos, the whole apparatus, so to speak, of the pagan Tartarus is employed, without the slightest injury to the religious feeling which throughout underlies the narrative, Charon, Minos, Cerberus, and the like, are (what they could not be in Virgil) devils, clothed for convenience' sake in the garb and office familiar to those conversant with classical mythology; so that we have no mere colourless reproduction of other poets' imaginations, but a terrible reality imparted to each character, and enforced on the reader's mind by some or other diabolic trait appropriate to each. Our readers should compare the Charon of the sixth book of the Æneid with Dante's conception, and they will see that there is nothing in the VOL. 7. 8 PART 38. heathen poet to match the ideas contained in such passages as lines 84-87, and 109-111 of this third Canto. And the same is the case in other instances also. THE INFERNO.-CANTO III. Through me the road lies unto sorrow's city, Before me nought created my Inventor, Save things that die not, and I live immortal; These words of dull dark colour I discerned : Where thou shalt see the wretched souls abiding, 10 20 All in that air of gloom without a morrow, 30 " Master,' I said, 'what hear I now? what nation Then he in answer, 'This sad habitation The souls inherit who on earth remained Heaven drave them forth, its beauty's clouds dispelling, O Master, why such grievous lamentation?' And to such shame doth their blind life ally them, Speak not of them; one look, and then pass by them.' Then I beheld, and lo a banner rising, Which onward sped, and filled my mind with wonder, And next a troop of spirits followed under; Then some to recognize did I endeavour, And saw his ghost, who made, in sloth immersed, Which, mingled with their tears' distressful torrent, When we with steadfast feet thereunto tending 40 50 60 70 80 Ne'er hope to see the land of bliss supernal, Go from among the dead: why shouldst thou tarry?'— 'By other ports and ways 'tis necessary Thou shouldst pass over, who no pass hast earned; A nimbler boat than mine such weight must carry.' To him my guide, Charon, be not concerned; So it is there willed where the power remaineth The will to accomplish; more may not be learned.' Then that hoar face its quietude regaineth Of him the steersman of the leaden river, With gnash of teeth and colour changed appearing, At the evil strand which their deep woe enhances, One next another, till the tree bereaved Drop one by one from off the shore when beckoned, So o'er the wave they go with tale full reckoned, 90 100 110 120 He spake, and through the darkening plain ensued Which beat on every sense with pressure heightened, 130 MUSINGS OVER THE CHRISTIAN YEAR QUINQUAGESIMA. QUINQUAGESIMA always seems divided between two favourite thoughts. It is the Rainbow Sunday, and the Sunday of Charity; and perhaps one special charm in the peculiarly bright soft hymn of the day is that it contrives to unite both thoughts, and make the one shed its light upon the other. The rainbow-necked strong-winged dove, the grey peaceful olive leaf, the lovely rainbow, are all three saluted lovingly as the still existing emblems of the Covenant of Mercy granted to man after the Flood. In all the unspeakable delight with which Noah and his family must have come forth from the Ark, what was their first and greatest joy? Love. The gracious promise of mercy and pardon for ever to the earth, rejoicing their hearts as our Lord's look of welcome rejoices the souls that sin and earth forsook in time to die His friends. And on the patriarch's eye shone the visible token of that Promise of Love, the gentle rainbow, which is most truly light-light, not dazzling like the sunbeam, but soft and refreshing to the eye. The rainbow colours are the sun's rays divided and parted into their several hues. Even so the Divine Perfection of Love, which is too much and too bright for our contemplation in the Godhead, is in our Lord on earth rendered capable of being gazed upon and studied. Like the sunbeam, it is parted into rainbow hues shown in detail, so as to win our affections and become our example. Then, with a rapid glance at the Epistle in which St. Paul traces every virtue to charity, just as every colour is traced by opticians to light, the whole is summed up in the stanza 'God by His Bow vouchsafes to write This truth in Heaven above; As every lovely hue is light, So every grace is love." The Lyra poem-one of those on children's troubles, and entitled 'Fear of Wild Beasts,'-seems at first sight vague and dreamy, being apparently |