ARGUMENT. DANTE recognizes his former preceptor Brunetto Latini, to whom he expresses his gratitude. Brunetto characterizes the Florentines, and intimates to Dante the evils he may expect. OUR road on one of those firm margins lay, 1 Protected from the fire by clouds of mist, Which o'er the water rising, fell in spray. E'en such embankments as the Flemings rear, "Twixt Ghent and Bruges, where its rage they fear; And such as, to protect from Brenta's might Their villas, Padua's citizens devise, Ere melts the snow on Chiarentana's height ;- Whoe'er their builder was, these piers were made. 7 So far behind us had we left the wood, That, had I turn'd me round, in vain had been A band of souls we met, whose prying eyen 13 'Neath the young moon to scan each passer by ; 19 And tow'rds us straight their brows they sharpen'd up, Like an old tailor at his needle's eye. My features, thus so stedfastly survey'd, Were recognized by one of this strange troop, Who seized my skirt, and, "Oh ! how wondrous!" said. When forth he stretch'd his arm, my looks were bent So earnestly upon his scorched brow, That e'en his shrivell'd face could not prevent My recollection of him full and clear: Then downward to his face my own I bow, Exclaiming: "Ser Brunetto, art thou here?" He answer'd me: "My son, if thou approve, Brunetto will some little space with thee Turn back, while onward his companions move." "Turn, I implore,-and with thee," I replied, "I'll sit me down, if so thy wish it be, And it offendeth not my faithful guide." I I 26 31 3 9 6 "Who of this flock, my son a moment rests," Who journeying on bewail their endless woe." "Before the final day hath brought thee here, 37 43 49 But thither was I tracing back my way, When he appear'd who reconducts me home." "A glorious haven surely shall be thine, 55 So thou pursue thy star," he answer'd me, "If right I judged when that sweet life was mine. And had not death full early closed mine eyes, But that ungrateful and malignant race, Who erst came down from lofty Fiesole, And of their mountain flint still bear the trace, Shall for thy very virtues prove thy foe: And meet it is that ye should disagree; Since not with crabs the pleasant fig may grow. In olden time they were reported blind; Covetous, proud, and envious as they are; From their depravity cleanse thou thy mind. Thy fate hath such renown in store for thee, Each side shall hunger after thee;—but far From the goat's browsing let the sweet herb be. Then let them tread each other under foot The beasts of Fiesole,-nor dare to touch The plant, if any 'mid their filth still shoot, Whence may the hallow'd seed of Rome revive, In Florence left, when she was render'd such A nest for base malignity to thrive," "Had full accordance to my prayers been given," 79 "T Lives your paternal image, good and dear, As when from day to day you counsell'd me G 1 How man may best immortalize his name: 'Tis meet I show, and with my voice proclaim. I treasure up, to be explain'd by Her, If e'er I reach Her, who will know my doom. upon these my words of truth rely ;— If in my breast no secret stings I feel, Then at her will let Fortune turn her wheel, And on mine ear his warning accents fell: With Ser Brunetto, asking him to tell "The histories of some I may relate; Others," he said, "'twere better not to name; On earth polluted with the self-same crime. 85 91 97 103 |