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that fear is never known to the great。〃
With these words Zanoni abruptly left the artist； humbled；
bewildered； and not convinced。 He remained alone with his
thoughts till he was aroused by the striking of the clock； he
then suddenly remembered Zanoni's prediction of the Cardinal's
death； and； seized with an intense desire to learn its truth； he
hurried into the streets；he gained the Cardinal's palace。 Five
minutes before noon his Eminence had expired； after an illness of
less than an hour。 Zanoni's visit had occupied more time than
the illness of the Cardinal。 Awed and perplexed； he turned from
the palace； and as he walked through the Chiaja； he saw Jean
Nicot emerge from the portals of the Prince di 。
CHAPTER 3。V。
Two loves I have of comfort and despair；
Which like two spirits do suggest me still。
Shakespeare。
Venerable Brotherhood； so sacred and so little known； from whose
secret and precious archives the materials for this history have
been drawn； ye who have retained； from century to century； all
that time has spared of the august and venerable science；thanks
to you； if now； for the first time； some record of the thoughts
and actions of no false and self…styled luminary of your Order be
given； however imperfectly； to the world。 Many have called
themselves of your band； many spurious pretenders have been
so…called by the learned ignorance which still； baffled and
perplexed； is driven to confess that it knows nothing of your
origin； your ceremonies or doctrines； nor even if you still have
local habitation on the earth。 Thanks to you if I； the only one
of my country； in this age； admitted； with a profane footstep；
into your mysterious Academe （The reader will have the goodness
to remember that this is said by the author of the original MS。；
not by the editor。）； have been by you empowered and instructed to
adapt to the comprehension of the uninitiated； some few of the
starry truths which shone on the great Shemaia of the Chaldean
Lore； and gleamed dimly through the darkened knowledge of latter
disciples； labouring； like Psellus and Iamblichus； to revive the
embers of the fire which burned in the Hamarin of the East。
Though not to us of an aged and hoary world is vouchsafed the
NAME which； so say the earliest oracles of the earth； 〃rushes
into the infinite worlds；〃 yet is it ours to trace the reviving
truths； through each new discovery of the philosopher and
chemist。 The laws of attraction； of electricity； and of the yet
more mysterious agency of that great principal of life； which； if
drawn from the universe； would leave the universe a grave； were
but the code in which the Theurgy of old sought the guides that
led it to a legislation and science of its own。 To rebuild on
words the fragments of this history； it seems to me as if； in a
solemn trance； I was led through the ruins of a city whose only
remains were tombs。 From the sarcophagus and the urn I awake the
genius （The Greek Genius of Death。） of the extinguished Torch；
and so closely does its shape resemble Eros； that at moments I
scarcely know which of ye dictates to me；O Love！ O Death！
And it stirred in the virgin's heart；this new； unfathomable；
and divine emotion！ Was it only the ordinary affection of the
pulse and the fancy； of the eye to the Beautiful； of the ear to
the Eloquent； or did it not justify the notion she herself
conceived of it；that it was born not of the senses； that it was
less of earthly and human love than the effect of some wondrous
but not unholy charm？ I said that； from that day in which； no
longer with awe and trembling； she surrendered herself to the
influence of Zanoni； she had sought to put her thoughts into
words。 Let the thoughts attest their own nature。
THE SELF CONFESSIONAL。
〃Is it the daylight that shines on me； or the memory of thy
presence？ Wherever I look； the world seems full of thee； in
every ray that trembles on the water； that smiles upon the
leaves； I behold but a likeness to thine eyes。 What is this
change； that alters not only myself； but the face of the whole
universe？
。。。
How instantaneously leaped into life the power with which thou
swayest my heart in its ebb and flow。 Thousands were around me；
and I saw but thee。 That was the night in which I first entered
upon the world which crowds life into a drama； and has no
language but music。 How strangely and how suddenly with thee
became that world evermore connected！ What the delusion of the
stage was to others； thy presence was to me。 My life； too；
seemed to centre into those short hours； and from thy lips I
heard a music； mute to all ears but mine。 I sit in the room
where my father dwelt。 Here； on that happy night； forgetting why
THEY were so happy； I shrunk into the shadow； and sought to guess
what thou wert to me； and my mother's low voice woke me； and I
crept to my father's side； closeclose； from fear of my own
thoughts。
〃Ah！ sweet and sad was the morrow to that night； when thy lips
warned me of the future。 An orphan now；what is there that
lives for me to think of； to dream upon； to revere； but thou！
〃How tenderly thou hast rebuked me for the grievous wrong that my
thoughts did thee！ Why should I have shuddered to feel thee
glancing upon my thoughts like the beam on the solitary tree； to
which thou didst once liken me so well？ It wasit was； that；
like the tree； I struggled for the light； and the light came。
They tell me of love； and my very life of the stage breathes the
language of love into my lips。 No； again and again； I know THAT
is not the love that I feel for thee！it is not a passion； it is
a thought！ I ask not to be loved again。 I murmur not that thy
words are stern and thy looks are cold。 I ask not if I have
rivals； I sigh not to be fair in thine eyes。 It is my SPIRIT
that would blend itself with thine。 I would give worlds； though
we were apart； though oceans rolled between us； to know the hour
in which thy gaze was lifted to the stars；in which thy heart
poured itself in prayer。 They tell me thou art more beautiful
than the marble images that are fairer than all human forms； but
I have never dared to gaze steadfastly on thy face； that memory
might compare thee with the rest。 Only thine eyes and thy soft；
calm smile haunt me； as when I look upon the moon； all that
passes into my heart is her silent light。
。。。
〃Often； when the air is calm； I have thought that I hear the
strains of my father's music； often； though long stilled in the
grave； have they waked me from the dreams of the solemn night。
Methinks； ere thou comest to me that I hear them herald thy
approach。 Methinks I hear them wail and moan； when I sink back
into myself on seeing thee depart。 Thou art OF that music；its
spirit； its genius。 My father must have guessed at thee and thy
native regions； when the winds hushed to listen to his tones； and
the world deemed him mad！ I hear where