life；　body；　and　reality　to　the　conceptions　of　his　mind；　perhaps　he
  wanted　one　thing；　the　want　of　which　is　but　too　often　fatal　to　the
  sons　of　genius；　and　without　which　genius　is　little　more　than　a
  splendid　toy　in　the　hands　of　the　possessor　…　perseverance；　dogged
  perseverance；　in　his　proper　calling；　otherwise；　though　the　grave
  had　closed　over　him；　he　might　still　be　living　in　the　admiration　of
  his　fellow…creatures。　　O　ye　gifted　ones；　follow　your　calling；　for；
  however　various　your　talents　may　be；　ye　can　have　but　one　calling
  capable　of　leading　ye　to　eminence　and　renown；　follow　resolutely　the
  one　straight　path　before　you；　it　is　that　of　your　good　angel；　let
  neither　obstacles　nor　temptations　induce　ye　to　leave　it；　bound
  along　if　you　can；　if　not；　on　hands　and　knees　follow　it；　perish　in
  it；　if　needful；　but　ye　need　not　fear　that；　no　one　ever　yet　died　in
  the　true　path　of　his　calling　before　he　had　attained　the　pinnacle。
  Turn　into　other　paths；　and　for　a　momentary　advantage　or
  gratification　ye　have　sold　your　inheritance；　your　immortality。　　Ye
  will　never　be　heard　of　after　death。
  'My　father　has　given　me　a　hundred　and　fifty　pounds；'　said　my
  brother　to　me　one　morning；　'and　something　which　is　better　…　his
  blessing。　　I　am　going　to　leave　you。'
  'And　where　are　you　going？'
  'Where？　to　the　great　city；　to　London；　to　be　sure。'
  'I　should　like　to　go　with　you。'
  'Pooh；'　said　my　brother；　'what　should　you　do　there？　　But　don't　be
  discouraged；　I　daresay　a　time　will　come　when　you　too　will　go　to
  London。'
  And；　sure　enough；　so　it　did；　and　all　but　too　soon。
  'And　what　do　you　purpose　doing　there？'　I　demanded。
  'Oh；　I　go　to　improve　myself　in　art；　to　place　myself　under　some
  master　of　high　name；　at　least　I　hope　to　do　so　eventually。　　I　have；
  however；　a　plan　in　my　head；　which　I　should　wish　first　to　execute；
  indeed；　I　do　not　think　I　can　rest　till　I　have　done　so；　every　one
  talks　so　much　about　Italy；　and　the　wondrous　artists　which　it　has
  produced；　and　the　wondrous　pictures　which　are　to　be　found　there；
  now　I　wish　to　see　Italy；　or　rather　Rome；　the　great　city；　for　I　am
  told　that　in　a　certain　room　there　is　contained　the　grand　miracle　of
  art。'
  'And　what　do　you　call　it？'
  'The　Transfiguration；　painted　by　one　Rafael；　and　it　is　said　to　be
  the　greatest　work　of　the　greatest　painter　whom　the　world　has　ever
  known。　　I　suppose　it　is　because　everybody　says　so；　that　I　have　such
  a　strange　desire　to　see　it。　　I　have　already　made　myself　well
  acquainted　with　its　locality；　and　think　that　I　could　almost　find　my
  way　to　it　blindfold。　　When　I　have　crossed　the　Tiber；　which；　as　you
  are　aware；　runs　through　Rome；　I　must　presently　turn　to　the　right；
  up　a　rather　shabby　street；　which　communicates　with　a　large　square；
  the　farther　end　of　which　is　entirely　occupied　by　the　front　of　an
  immense　church；　with　a　dome　which　ascends　almost　to　the　clouds；　and
  this　church　they　call　St。　Peter's。'
  'Ay；　ay；'　said　I；　'I　have　read　about　that　in　Keysler's　Travels。'
  'Before　the　church；　in　the　square；　are　two　fountains；　one　on　either
  side；　casting　up　water　in　showers；　between　them；　in　the　midst；　is
  an　obelisk；　brought　from　Egypt；　and　covered　with　mysterious
  writing；　on　your　right　rises　an　edifice；　not　beautiful　nor　grand；
  but　huge　and　bulky；　where　lives　a　strange　kind　of　priest　whom　men
  call　the　Pope；　a　very　horrible　old　individual；　who　would　fain　keep
  Christ　in　leading　strings；　calls　the　Virgin　Mary　the　Queen　of
  Heaven；　and　himself　God's　Lieutenant…General　upon　earth。'
  'Ay；　ay；'　said　I；　'I　have　read　of　him　in　Foxe's　BOOK　OF　MARTYRS。'
  'Well；　I　do　not　go　straight　forward　up　the　flight　of　steps
  conducting　into　the　church；　but　I　turn　to　the　right；　and；　passing
  under　the　piazza；　find　myself　in　a　court　of　the　huge　bulky　house；
  and　then　ascend　various　staircases；　and　pass　along　various
  corridors　and　galleries；　all　of　which　I　could　describe　to　you；
  though　I　have　never　seen　them；　at　last　a　door　is　unlocked；　and　we
  enter　a　room　rather　high；　but　not　particularly　large；　communicating
  with　another　room；　into　which；　however；　I　do　not　go；　though　there
  are　noble　things　in　that　second　room　…　immortal　things；　by　immortal
  artists；　amongst　others；　a　grand　piece　of　Correggio；　I　do　not　enter
  it；　for　the　grand　picture　of　the　world　is　not　there；　but　I　stand
  still　immediately　on　entering　the　first　room；　and　I　look　straight
  before　me；　neither　to　the　right　nor　left；　though　there　are　noble
  things　both　on　the　right　and　left；　for　immediately　before　me　at　the
  farther　end；　hanging　against　the　wall；　is　a　picture　which　arrests
  me；　and　I　can　see　nothing　else；　for　that　picture　at　the　farther　end
  hanging　against　the　wall　is　the　picture　of　the　world。　。　。　。'
  Yes；　go　thy　way；　young　enthusiast；　and；　whether　to　London　town　or
  to　old　Rome；　may　success　attend　thee；　yet　strange　fears　assail　me
  and　misgivings　on　thy　account。　　Thou　canst　not　rest；　thou　say'st；
  till　thou　hast　seen　the　picture　in　the　chamber　at　old　Rome　hanging
  over　against　the　wall；　ay；　and　thus　thou　dust　exemplify　thy
  weakness　…　thy　strength　too；　it　may　be　…　for　the　one　idea；
  fantastic　yet　lovely；　which　now　possesses　thee；　could　only　have
  originated　in　a　genial　and　fervent　brain。　　Well；　go；　if　thou　must
  go；　yet　it　perhaps　were　better　for　thee　to　bide　in　thy　native　land；
  and　there；　with　fear　and　trembling；　with　groanings；　with　straining
  eyeballs；　toil；　drudge；　slave；　till　thou　hast　made　excellence　thine
  own；　thou　wilt　scarcely　acquire　it　by　staring　at　the　picture　over
  against　the　door　in　the　high　chamber　of　old　Rome。　　Seekest　thou
  inspiration？　thou　needest　it　not；　thou　hast　it　already；　and　it　was
  never　yet　found　by　crossing　the　sea。　　What　hast　thou　to　do　with　old
  Rome；　and　thou　an　Englishman？　　'Did　thy　blood　never　glow　at　the
  mention　of　thy　native　land？'　as　an　artist　merely？　　Yes；　I　trow；　and
  with　reason；　for　thy　native　land　need　not　grudge　old　Rome　her
  'pictures　of　the　world'；　she　has　pictures　of　her　own；　'pictures　of
  England'；　and　is　it　a　new　thing　to　toss　up　caps　and　shout　…　England
  against　the　world？　　Yes；　against　the　world　in　all；　in　all；　in
  science　and　in　arms；　in　minstrel　strain；　and　not　less　in　the　art
  'which　enables　the　hand　to　deceive　the　intoxicated　soul　by　means　of
  pictures。'　　Seek'st　models？　to　Gainsborough　and　Hogarth　turn；　not
  names　of　the　world；　maybe；　but　English　names　…　and　England　against
  the　world！　　A　living　master？　why；　there　he　comes！　thou　hast　had　him
  long；　he　has　long　guided　thy　young　hand　towards　the　excellence
  which　is　yet　far　from　thee；　but　which　thou　canst　attain　if　thou
  shouldst　persist　and　wrestle；　even　as　he　has　done；　'midst　gloom　and
  despondency　…　ay；　and　even　contempt；　he　who　now　comes　up　the
  creaking　stair　to　thy　little　studio　in　the　second　floor　to　inspect
  thy　last　effort　before　thou　departest；　the　little　stout　man　whose
  face　is　very　dark；　and　whose　eye　is　vivacious；　that　man　has
  attained　excellence；　destined　some　day　to　be　acknowledged；　though
  not　till　he　is　cold；　and　his　mortal　part　returned　to　its　kindred
  clay。　　He　has　painted；　not　pictures　of　the　world；　but　English
  pictures；　such　as　Gainsborough　himself　might　have　done；　beautiful
  rural　pieces；　with　trees　which　might　well　tempt　the　wild　birds　to
  perch　upon　them；　thou　needest　not　run　to　Rome；　brother；　where　lives
  the　old　Mariolater；　after　pictures　of　the　world；　whilst　at　home
  there　are　pictures　of　England；　nor　needest　thou　even　go　to　London；
  the　big　city；　in　search　of　a　master；　for　thou　hast　one　at　home　in
  the　old　East　Anglian　town　who　can　instruct　thee　whilst　thou　needest
  instruction：　　better　stay　at　home；　brother；　at　least　for　a　season；
  and　toil　and　strive　'midst　groanings　and　despondency　till　thou　hast
  attained　excellence　even　as　he　has　done　…　the　little　dark　man　with
  the　brown　coat　and　the　top…boots；　whose　name　will　one　day　be
  considered　the　chief　ornament　of　the　old　town；　and　whose　works　will
  at　no　distant　period　rank　amongst　the　proudest　pictures　of　England
  …　and　England　against　the　world！　…　thy　master；　my　brother；　thy；　at
  present；　all　too　little　considered　master　…　Crome。
  CHAPTER　XXII
  Desire　for　novelty　…　Lives　of　the　lawless　…　Countenances　…　Old
  yeoman　and　dame　…　We　live　near　the　sea　…　Uncouth…looking　volume　…
  The　other　condition　…　Draoitheac　…　A　dilemma　…　The　Antinomian　…
  Lodowick　Muggleton　…　Almost　blind　…　Anders　Vedel。
  BUT　to　proceed　with　my　own　story：　　I　now　ceased　all　at　once　to　take
  much　pleasure　in　the　pursuits　which　formerly　interested　me；　I
  yawned　over　Ab　Gwilym；　even　as　I　now　in　my　mind's　eye　perceive　the
  reader　yawning　over　the　present　pages。　　What　was　the　cause　of　this？
  Constitutional　lassitude；　or　a　desire　for　novelty？　　Both　it　is
  probable　had　some　influence　in　the　matter；　but　I　rather　think　that
  the　latter　feeling　was　predominant。　　The　parting　words　of　my
  brother　had　sunk　into　my　mind。　　He　had　tal