quiet, dignified saints, and spacious landscapes. He
talked openly of his dislike of the new style, and
once he had a serious quarrel with the great Michelangelo.

There was a gathering of painters in Perugino's
studio that day. Filippino Lippi, Botticelli,
Ghirlandaio, and Leonardo were there, and in the
background the pupil Raphael was listening to the
talk.

`What dost thou think of this new style of
painting?' asked Botticelli. `To me it seems but
strange and unpleasing. Music and motion are
delightful, but this violent twisting of limbs to show
the muscles offends my taste.'

`Yet it is most marvellously skilful,' said the
young Leonardo thoughtfully.

`But totally unfit for the proper picturing of
saints and the blessed Madonna,' said Filippino,
shaking his curly head.

`I never trouble myself about it,' said Ghirlandaio.
`Life is too short to attend to other men's work. It
takes all my care and attention to look after mine
own. But see, here comes the great Michelangelo
himself to listen to our criticism.'

The curious, rugged face of the great artist