Mornings in Florence by John Ruskin
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Was it, in the first place, to Giotto, think you, the, "composition of
a scene," or the conception of a fact? You probably, if a fashionable person, have seen the apotheosis of Margaret in Faust? You know what care is taken, nightly, in the composition of that scene,--how the draperies are arranged for it; the lights turned off, and on; the fiddlestrings taxed for their utmost tenderness; the bassoons exhorted to a grievous solemnity. You don't believe, however, that any real soul of a Margaret ever appeared to any mortal in that manner? _Here_ is an apotheosis also. Composed!--yes; figures high on the right and left, low in the middle, etc., etc., etc. But the important questions seem to me, Was there ever a St. Francis?-- _did_ he ever receive stigmata?--_did_his soul go up to heaven--did any monk see it rising--and did Giotto mean to tell us so? If you will be good enough to settle these few small points in your mind first, the "composition" will take a wholly different aspect to you, according to your answer. Nor does it seem doubtful to me what your answer, after investigation made, must be. There assuredly was a St. Francis, whose life and works you had better study than either to-day's Galignani, or whatever, this year, may supply the place of the Tichborne case, in public interest. His reception of the stigmata is, perhaps, a marvellous instance of the power of imagination over physical conditions; perhaps an equally |
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