The Marble Faun Volume 1 - Page 2/130

Side by side with the massiveness of the Roman Past, all matters that we

handle or dream of nowadays look evanescent and visionary alike.

It might be that the four persons whom we are seeking to introduce were

conscious of this dreamy character of the present, as compared with the

square blocks of granite wherewith the Romans built their lives. Perhaps

it even contributed to the fanciful merriment which was just now their

mood. When we find ourselves fading into shadows and unrealities, it

seems hardly worth while to be sad, but rather to laugh as gayly as we

may, and ask little reason wherefore.

Of these four friends of ours, three were artists, or connected with

art; and, at this moment, they had been simultaneously struck by a

resemblance between one of the antique statues, a well-known masterpiece

of Grecian sculpture, and a young Italian, the fourth member of their

party.

"You must needs confess, Kenyon," said a dark-eyed young woman, whom

her friends called Miriam, "that you never chiselled out of marble, nor

wrought in clay, a more vivid likeness than this, cunning a bust-maker

as you think yourself. The portraiture is perfect in character,

sentiment, and feature. If it were a picture, the resemblance might be

half illusive and imaginary; but here, in this Pentelic marble, it is a

substantial fact, and may be tested by absolute touch and measurement.

Our friend Donatello is the very Faun of Praxiteles. Is it not true,

Hilda?"

"Not quite--almost--yes, I really think so," replied Hilda, a slender,

brown-haired, New England girl, whose perceptions of form and expression

were wonderfully clear and delicate. "If there is any difference between

the two faces, the reason may be, I suppose, that the Faun dwelt in

woods and fields, and consorted with his like; whereas Donatello has

known cities a little, and such people as ourselves. But the resemblance

is very close, and very strange."

"Not so strange," whispered Miriam mischievously; "for no Faun in

Arcadia was ever a greater simpleton than Donatello. He has hardly a

man's share of wit, small as that may be. It is a pity there are no

longer any of this congenial race of rustic creatures for our friend to

consort with!"

"Hush, naughty one!" returned Hilda. "You are very ungrateful, for you

well know he has wit enough to worship you, at all events."

"Then the greater fool he!" said Miriam so bitterly that Hilda's quiet

eyes were somewhat startled.

"Donatello, my dear friend," said Kenyon, in Italian, "pray gratify us

all by taking the exact attitude of this statue."

The young man laughed, and threw himself into the position in which

the statue has been standing for two or three thousand years. In truth,

allowing for the difference of costume, and if a lion's skin could have

been substituted for his modern talma, and a rustic pipe for his stick,

Donatello might have figured perfectly as the marble Faun, miraculously

softened into flesh and blood.