Devil；　why　fearest　thou　the　eye　of　a　man？
  〃It　is　not　the　first　time　I　have　been　a　witness　to　your　opinions
  on　the　infirmity　of　gratitude；〃　said　Zanoni。
  Nicot　suppressed　an　exclamation；　and；　after　gloomily　surveying
  Zanoni　with　an　eye　villanous　and　sinister；　but　full　of　hate
  impotent　and　unutterable；　said；　〃I　know　you　not；what　would　you
  of　me？〃
  〃Your　absence。　　Leave　us！〃
  Nicot　sprang　forward　a　step；　with　hands　clenched；　and　showing　his
  teeth　from　ear　to　ear；　like　a　wild　beast　incensed。　　Zanoni　stood
  motionless；　and　smiled　at　him　in　scorn。　　Nicot　halted　abruptly；
  as　if　fixed　and　fascinated　by　the　look；　shivered　from　head　to
  foot；　and　sullenly；　and　with　a　visible　effort；　as　if　impelled　by
  a　power　not　his　own；　turned　away。
  Glyndon's　eyes　followed　him　in　surprise。
  〃And　what　know　you　of　this　man？〃　said　Zanoni。
  〃I　know　him　as　one　like　myself；a　follower　of　art。〃
  〃Of　ART！　　Do　not　so　profane　that　glorious　word。　　What　Nature　is
  to　God；　art　should　be　to　man；a　sublime；　beneficent；　genial；　and
  warm　creation。　　That　wretch　may　be　a　PAINTER；　not　an　ARTIST。〃
  〃And　pardon　me　if　I　ask　what　YOU　know　of　one　you　thus　disparage？〃
  〃I　know　thus　much；　that　you　are　beneath　my　care　if　it　be
  necessary　to　warn　you　against　him；　his　own　lips　show　the
  hideousness　of　his　heart。　　Why　should　I　tell　you　of　the　crimes　he
  has　committed？　　He　SPEAKS　crime！〃
  〃You　do　not　seem；　Signor　Zanoni；　to　be　one　of　the　admirers　of　the
  dawning　Revolution。　　Perhaps　you　are　prejudiced　against　the　man
  because　you　dislike　the　opinions？〃
  〃What　opinions？〃
  Glyndon　paused；　somewhat　puzzled　to　define；　but　at　length　he
  said；　〃Nay；　I　must　wrong　you；　for　you；　of　all　men；　I　suppose；
  cannot　discredit　the　doctrine　that　preaches　the　infinite
  improvement　of　the　human　species。〃
  〃You　are　right；　the　few　in　every　age　improve　the　many；　the　many
  now　may　be　as　wise　as　the　few　were；　but　improvement　is　at　a
  standstill；　if　you　tell　me　that　the　many　now　are　as　wise　as　the
  few　ARE。〃
  〃I　comprehend　you；　you　will　not　allow　the　law　of　universal
  equality！〃
  〃Law！　　If　the　whole　world　conspired　to　enforce　the　falsehood　they
  could　not　make　it　LAW。　　Level　all　conditions　to…day；　and　you　only
  smooth　away　all　obstacles　to　tyranny　to…morrow。　　A　nation　that
  aspires　to　EQUALITY　is　unfit　for　FREEDOM。　　Throughout　all
  creation；　from　the　archangel　to　the　worm；　from　Olympus　to　the
  pebble；　from　the　radiant　and　completed　planet　to　the　nebula　that
  hardens　through　ages　of　mist　and　slime　into　the　habitable　world；
  the　first　law　of　Nature　is　inequality。〃
  〃Harsh　doctrine；　if　applied　to　states。　　Are　the　cruel　disparities
  of　life　never　to　be　removed？〃
  〃Disparities　of　the　PHYSICAL　life？　　Oh；　let　us　hope　so。　　But
  disparities　of　the　INTELLECTUAL　and　the　MORAL；　never！　　Universal
  equality　of　intelligence；　of　mind；　of　genius；　of　virtue！no
  teacher　left　to　the　world！　no　men　wiser；　better　than　others；
  were　it　not　an　impossible　condition；　WHAT　A　HOPELESS　PROSPECT　FOR
  HUMANITY！　　No；　while　the　world　lasts；　the　sun　will　gild　the
  mountain…top　before　it　shines　upon　the　plain。　　Diffuse　all　the
  knowledge　the　earth　contains　equally　over　all　mankind　to…day；　and
  some　men　will　be　wiser　than　the　rest　to…morrow。　　And　THIS　is　not
  a　harsh；　but　a　loving　law；the　REAL　law　of　improvement；　the
  wiser　the　few　in　one　generation；　the　wiser　will　be　the　multitude
  the　next！〃
  As　Zanoni　thus　spoke；　they　moved　on　through　the　smiling　gardens；
  and　the　beautiful　bay　lay　sparkling　in　the　noontide。　　A　gentle
  breeze　just　cooled　the　sunbeam；　and　stirred　the　ocean；　and　in　the
  inexpressible　clearness　of　the　atmosphere　there　was　something
  that　rejoiced　the　senses。　　The　very　soul　seemed　to　grow　lighter
  and　purer　in　that　lucid　air。
  〃And　these　men；　to　commence　their　era　of　improvement　and
  equality；　are　jealous　even　of　the　Creator。　　They　would　deny　an
  intelligence；a　God！〃　said　Zanoni；　as　if　involuntarily。　　〃Are
  you　an　artist；　and；　looking　on　the　world；　can　you　listen　to　such
  a　dogma？　　Between　God　and　genius　there　is　a　necessary　link；
  there　is　almost　a　correspondent　language。　　Well　said　the
  Pythagorean　（Sextus；　the　Pythagorean。）；　'A　good　intellect　is　the
  chorus　of　divinity。'〃
  Struck　and　touched　with　these　sentiments；　which　he　little
  expected　to　fall　from　one　to　whom　he　ascribed　those　powers　which
  the　superstitions　of　childhood　ascribe　to　the　darker　agencies；
  Glyndon　said：　　〃And　yet　you　have　confessed　that　your　life；
  separated　from　that　of　others；　is　one　that　man　should　dread　to
  share。　　Is　there；　then；　a　connection　between　magic　and　religion？〃
  〃Magic！　　And　what　is　magic！　　When　the　traveller　beholds　in　Persia
  the　ruins　of　palaces　and　temples；　the　ignorant　inhabitants　inform
  him　they　were　the　work　of　magicians。　　What　is　beyond　their　own
  power；　the　vulgar　cannot　comprehend　to　be　lawfully　in　the　power
  of　others。　　But　if　by　magic　you　mean　a　perpetual　research　amongst
  all　that　is　more　latent　and　obscure　in　Nature；　I　answer；　I
  profess　that　magic；　and　that　he　who　does　so　comes　but　nearer　to
  the　fountain　of　all　belief。　　Knowest　thou　not　that　magic　was
  taught　in　the　schools　of　old？　　But　how；　and　by　whom？　　As　the　last
  and　most　solemn　lesson；　by　the　Priests　who　ministered　to　the
  Temple。　　（Psellus　de　Daemon　（MS。））　　And　you；　who　would　be　a
  painter；　is　not　there　a　magic　also　in　that　art　you　would　advance？
  Must　you　not；　after　long　study　of　the　Beautiful　that　has　been；
  seize　upon　new　and　airy　combinations　of　a　beauty　that　is　to　be？
  See　you　not　that　the　grander　art；　whether　of　poet　or　of　painter；
  ever　seeking　for　the　TRUE；　abhors　the　REAL；　that　you　must　seize
  Nature　as　her　master；　not　lackey　her　as　her　slave？
  You　demand　mastery　over　the　past；　a　conception　of　the　future。
  Has　not　the　art　that　is　truly　noble　for　its　domain　the　future　and
  the　past？　　You　would　conjure　the　invisible　beings　to　your　charm；
  and　what　is　painting　but　the　fixing　into　substance　the　Invisible？
  Are　you　discontented　with　this　world？　　This　world　was　never　meant
  for　genius！　　To　exist；　it　must　create　another。　　What　magician　can
  do　more；　nay；　what　science　can　do　as　much？　　There　are　two　avenues
  from　the　little　passions　and　the　drear　calamities　of　earth；　both
  lead　to　heaven　and　away　from　hell；art　and　science。　　But　art　is
  more　godlike　than　science；　science　discovers；　art　creates。　　You
  have　faculties　that　may　command　art；　be　contented　with　your　lot。
  The　astronomer　who　catalogues　the　stars　cannot　add　one　atom　to
  the　universe；　the　poet　can　call　a　universe　from　the　atom；　the
  chemist　may　heal　with　his　drugs　the　infirmities　of　the　human
  form；　the　painter；　or　the　sculptor；　fixes　into　everlasting　youth
  forms　divine；　which　no　disease　can　ravage；　and　no　years　impair。
  Renounce　those　wandering　fancies　that　lead　you　now　to　myself；　and
  now　to　yon　orator　of　the　human　race；　to　us　two；　who　are　the
  antipodes　of　each　other！　　Your　pencil　is　your　wand；　your　canvas
  may　raise　Utopias　fairer　than　Condorcet　dreams　of。　　I　press　not
  yet　for　your　decision；　but　what　man　of　genius　ever　asked　more　to
  cheer　his　path　to　the　grave　than　love　and　glory？〃
  〃But；〃　said　Glyndon；　fixing　his　eyes　earnestly　on　Zanoni；　〃if
  there　be　a　power　to　baffle　the　grave　itself〃
  Zanoni's　brow　darkened。　　〃And　were　this　so；〃　he　said；　after　a
  pause；　〃would　it　be　so　sweet　a　lot　to　outlive　all　you　loved；　and
  to　recoil　from　every　human　tie？　　Perhaps　the　fairest　immortality
  on　earth　is　that　of　a　noble　name。〃
  〃You　do　not　answer　me；you　equivocate。　　I　have　read　of　the　long
  lives　far　beyond　the　date　common　experience　assigns　to　man；〃
  persisted　Glyndon；　〃which　some　of　the　alchemists　enjoyed。　　Is　the
  golden　elixir　but　a　fable？〃
  〃If　not；　and　these　men　discovered　it；　they　died；　because　they
  refused　to　live！　　There　may　be　a　mournful　warning　in　your
  conjecture。　　Turn　once　more　to　the　easel　and　the　canvas！〃
  So　saying；　Zanoni　waved　his　hand；　and；　with　downcast　eyes　and　a
  slow　step；　bent　his　way　back　into　the　city。
  CHAPTER　2。VIII。
  The　Goddess　Wisdom。
  To　some　she　is　the　goddess　great；
  To　some　the　milch　cow　of　the　field；
  Their　care　is　but　to　calculate
  What　butter　she　will　yield。
  From　Schiller。
  This　last　conversation　with　Zanoni　left　upon　the　mind　of　Glyndon
  a　tranquillising　and　salutary　effect。
  From　the　confused　mists　of　his　fancy　glittered　forth　again　those
  happy；　golden　schemes　which　part　from　the　young　ambition　of　art；
  to　play　in　the　air；　to　illumine　the　space　like　rays　that　kindle
  from　the　sun。　　And　with　these　projects　mingled　also　the　vision　of
  a　love　purer　and　serener　than　his　life　yet　had　known。　　His　mind
  went　back　into　that　fair　childhood　of　genius；　when　the　forbidden
  fruit　is　not　yet　tasted；　and　we　know　of　no　land　beyond　the　Eden
  which　is　gladdened　by　an　Eve。　　Insensibly　before　him　there　rose
  the　scenes　of　a　home；　with　his　art　sufficing　for　all　excitement；
  and　Viola's　love　circling　occupation　with　happiness　and　content；
  and　in　the　midst　of　thes