The Marble Faun Volume 2 - Page 102/157

They drew their old cloaks about them, nevertheless, and threw the

corners over their shoulders, with the dignity of attitude and action

that have come down to these modern citizens, as their sole inheritance

from the togated nation. Somehow or other, they managed to keep up their

poor, frost-bitten hearts against the pitiless atmosphere with a quiet

and uncomplaining endurance that really seems the most respectable point

in the present Roman character. For in New England, or in Russia, or

scarcely in a hut of the Esquimaux, there is no such discomfort to be

borne as by Romans in wintry weather, when the orange-trees bear icy

fruit in the gardens; and when the rims of all the fountains are shaggy

with icicles, and the Fountain of Trevi skimmed almost across with a

glassy surface; and when there is a slide in the piazza of St. Peter's,

and a fringe of brown, frozen foam along the eastern shore of the Tiber,

and sometimes a fall of great snowflakes into the dreary lanes and

alleys of the miserable city. Cold blasts, that bring death with them,

now blow upon the shivering invalids, who came hither in the hope of

breathing balmy airs.

Wherever we pass our summers, may all our inclement months, from

November to April, henceforth be spent in some country that recognizes

winter as an integral portion of its year!

Now, too, there was especial discomfort in the stately picture

galleries, where nobody, indeed,--not the princely or priestly founders,

nor any who have inherited their cheerless magnificence,--ever dreamed

of such an impossibility as fireside warmth, since those great palaces

were built. Hilda, therefore, finding her fingers so much benumbed that

the spiritual influence could not be transmitted to them, was persuaded

to leave her easel before a picture, on one of these wintry days, and

pay a visit to Kenyon's studio. But neither was the studio anything

better than a dismal den, with its marble shapes shivering around the

walls, cold as the snow images which the sculptor used to model in his

boyhood, and sadly behold them weep themselves away at the first thaw.

Kenyon's Roman artisans, all this while, had been at work on the

Cleopatra. The fierce Egyptian queen had now struggled almost out of the

imprisoning stone; or, rather, the workmen had found her within the mass

of marble, imprisoned there by magic, but still fervid to the touch

with fiery life, the fossil woman of an age that produced statelier,

stronger, and more passionate creatures than our own. You already felt

her compressed heat, and were aware of a tiger-like character even in

her repose. If Octavius should make his appearance, though the marble

still held her within its embrace, it was evident that she would tear

herself forth in a twinkling, either to spring enraged at his

throat, or, sinking into his arms, to make one more proof of her rich

blandishments, or, falling lowly at his feet, to try the efficacy of a

woman's tears.