text:  In illustration of this feeling we must still extract an eloquent discourse on the life of the artist which the author puts into the mouth of Fioraventi Aristotle--a passage of much feeling and we fear of too much truth:-- "Thou knowest not Antony what a life is that of an artist! While yet a child he is agitated by heavy incomprehensible thoughts: to him the sphynx Genius hath already proposed its enigmas; in his bosom the Promethean vulture is already perched and groweth with his growth