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The Marble Faun; Or, The Romance of Monte Beni - Volume 2

The Marble Faun; Or, The Romance of Monte Beni - Volume 2

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THE MARBLE FAUN,

or The Romance of Monte Beni


BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE



Volume II. In Two Volumes






Contents

THE MARBLE FAUN, VOLUME II.

CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
CHAPTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
CHAPTER XXXII
CHAPTER XXXIII
CHAPTER XXXIV
CHAPTER XXXV
CHAPTER XXXVI
CHAPTER XXXVII
CHAPTER XXXVIII    
CHAPTER XXXIX
CHAPTER XL
CHAPTER XLI
CHAPTER XLII
CHAPTER XLIII
CHAPTER XLIV
CHAPTER XLV
CHAPTER XLVI
CHAPTER XLVII
CHAPTER XLVIII
CHAPTER XLIX
CHAPTER L
THE TOWER AMONG THE APENNINES
SUNSHINE
THE PEDIGREE OF MONTE BENI
MYTHS
THE OWL TOWER
ON THE BATTLEMENTS
DONATELLO'S BUST
THE MARBLE SALOON
SCENES BY THE WAY
PICTURED WINDOWS
MARKET-DAY IN PERUGIA
THE BRONZE PONTIFF'S BENEDICTION
HILDA'S TOWER
THE EMPTINESS OF PICTURE GALLERIES
ALTARS AND INCENSE
THE WORLD'S CATHEDRAL
HILDA AND A FRIEND
SNOWDROPS AND MAIDENLY DELIGHTS
REMINISCENCES OF MIRIAM
THE EXTINCTION OF A LAMP
THE DESERTED SHRINE
THE FLIGHT OF HILDA'S DOVES
A WALK ON THE CAMPAGNA
THE PEASANT AND CONTADINA
A SCENE IN THE CORSO
A FROLIC OF THE CARNIVAL
MIRIAM, HILDA, KENYON, DONATELLO

CONCLUSION






THE MARBLE FAUN

Volume II





CHAPTER XXIV

THE TOWER AMONG THE APENNINES

It was in June that the sculptor, Kenyon, arrived on horseback at the gate of an ancient country house (which, from some of its features, might almost be called a castle) situated in a part of Tuscany somewhat remote from the ordinary track of tourists. Thither we must now accompany him, and endeavor to make our story flow onward, like a streamlet, past a gray tower that rises on the hillside, overlooking a spacious valley, which is set in the grand framework of the Apennines.

The sculptor had left Rome with the retreating tide of foreign residents. For, as summer approaches, the Niobe of Nations is made to bewail anew, and doubtless with sincerity, the loss of that large part of her population which she derives from other lands, and on whom depends much of whatever remnant of prosperity she still enjoys. Rome, at this season, is pervaded and overhung with atmospheric terrors, and insulated within a charmed and deadly circle. The crowd of wandering tourists betake themselves to Switzerland, to the Rhine, or, from this central home of the world, to their native homes in England or America, which they are apt thenceforward to look upon as provincial, after once having yielded to the spell of the Eternal City. The artist, who contemplates an indefinite succession of winters in this home of art (though his first thought was merely to improve himself by a brief visit), goes forth, in the summer time, to sketch scenery and costume among the Tuscan hills, and pour, if he can, the purple air of Italy over his canvas. He studies the old schools of art in the mountain towns where they were born, and where they are still to be seen in the faded frescos of Giotto and Cimabue, on the

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