In this connection I wish to say one word about Michael Angelo Buonarotti.
I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with a blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.
He has marched us through miles of pictures and sculpture in the vast corridors of the Vatican; and through miles of pictures and sculpture in twenty other palaces; he has shown us the great picture in the Sistine Chapel, and frescoes enough to frescoe the heavens--pretty much all done by Michael Angelo. So with him we have played that game which has vanquished so many guides for us-- imbecility and idiotic questions.
We look at it indifferently and the doctor asks: "By Michael Angelo?"
The wretch has tried all the ways he can think of to make us comprehend that Michael Angelo is only responsible for the creation of a part of the world, but somehow he has not succeeded yet.
Dowler; 'my friend, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C.; Bantam; Mr.
Such were the expressions with which Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C., took Mr.
Good-bye, good-bye!' and protesting all the way downstairs that he was most satisfied, and most delighted, and most overpowered, and most flattered, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C., stepped into a very elegant chariot that waited at the door, and rattled off.
Pickwick and his friends, escorted by Dowler, repaired to the Assembly Rooms, and wrote their names down in the book--an instance of condescension at which Angelo Bantam was even more overpowered than before.
But you are prepared for the greatness of Michael Angelo
. Nothing had prepared me for the immense surprise of these pictures in a native hut, far away from civilisation, in a fold of the mountain above Taravao.
The night had found (to him a night of wo) Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo - Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky, And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
"We came - and to thy Earth - but not to us Be given our lady's bidding to discuss: We came, my love; around, above, below, Gay fire-fly of the night we come and go, Nor ask a reason save the angel-nod She grants to us, as granted by her God - But, Angelo, than thine grey Time unfurl'd Never his fairy wing o'er fairier world !