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"And who IS his rew serious and absorbed, and his eyes were full of grave contemplation as he answered: "Histeachers, absolutely unselfish; a friends, inflexibly faithful To hi--even life itself For hireat, could I hope thereby to show ratitude But he is as far above human thanks or human rewards as the sun is above the sea Not here, not now, dare I say to hie would be all too poor and un; but hereafter--who knows?----" and he broke off abruptly with a half-sigh Then, as if forcing hihts, he continued in a kind tone: "But,no advantage of the favour you have shown me by your presence to-day Will you seat yourself here?" and he placed an elaborately carved oaken settee in one corner of the studio, opposite his own easel "I should be sorry to fatigue you at all," he went on; "do you care for reading?"

I answered eagerly in the affirmative, and he handed me a volume bound in curiously embossed leather, and ornamented with silver clasps It was entitled "Letters of a Dead Musician"

"You will find clear ge in this book," said Cellini; "and being a musician yourself, you will kno to appreciate theeniuses whose work the world repays with ridicule and contempt There is no fate more enviable!"

I looked at the artist with some surprise as I took the volume he recommended, and seated myself in the position he indicated; and while he busied hiround, I said: "Do you really consider it enviable, Signor Cellini, to receive the world's ridicule and contempt?"

"I do indeed," he replied, "since it is a certain proof that the world does not understand you To achieve soreatness To have the serene subliibing world that was fated to be afterwards civilized and dolorious? To have the nificent versatility of a Shakespeare, as scarcely recognized in his own day, but whose gifts were so vast and various that the silly le over his very identity and the authenticity of his plays to this hour--what can be thened and encouraged by the force of will, rise to a supreme altitude of power--is not that sufficient to co cries of the cootten whether they ever had a spiritual spark in theenius that burns too fiercely for their earth-di, therefore there CAN be nothing' Ah, e of one's own inner Self-Existence is a knowledge surpassing all the marvels of art and science!"