and meadow, with a few acres of unproductive land. These he ploughed
himself, with two miserable cows; and was only distinguished from his
peasant neighbors by the book which he carried to the field, and which
he would sometimes hold in one hand, while the other directed the
plough. For many weeks, however, he had not been seen to leave his
wretched abode. It was supposed that he had started on one of those
long journeys which with him lasted years. "It would be a pity," it was
said, "for every one in the neighborhood loves him; though poor, he
does as much good as any rich man. Many a warm piece of cloth has
been made from the wool of his sheep; at night he teaches the little
children of the surrounding hamlets how to read and write, or draw. He
warms them at his hearth, and shares his bread with them, though God
knows he has not much to spare when crops are short, as this year."
It was thus all spoke of Raphael. I wished to visit at least the abode of
my friend, and was directed to the foot of the hillock, on the summit of
which stood the blackened tower, with its surrounding sheds and
stables, amid a group of hazel-trees. A trunk of a tree, which had been
thrown across, enabled me to pass over the almost dried-up torrent of
the ravine, and I climbed the steep path, the loose stones giving way
under my feet. Two cows and three sheep were grazing on the barren
sides of the hillock, and were tended by an old half-blind servant, who
was telling his beads seated on an ancient escutcheon of stone, which
had fallen from the arch of the doorway.
He told me that Raphael was not gone, but had been ill for the last two
months; that it was plain he would never leave the tower but for the
churchyard; and the old man pointed with his meagre hand to the
burying ground on the opposite hill. I asked if I could see Raphael. "Oh,
yes," said the old man; "go up the steps, and draw the string of the latch
of the great hall-door on the left. You will find him stretched on his bed,
as gentle as an angel, and," added he drawing the back of his hand
across his eyes, "as simple as a child!" I mounted the steep and
worn-out steps which wound round the outside of the tower, and ended
at a small platform covered by a tiled roof, the broken tiles of which
strewed the stone steps. I lifted the latch of the door on my left, and
entered. Never shall I forget the sight. The chamber was vast,
occupying all the space between the four walls of the tower; it was
lighted from two windows, with stone cross-bars, and the dusty and
broken lozenge-shaped panes of glass were set in lead. The huge beams
of the ceiling were blackened by smoke, the floor was paved with
bricks, and in a high chimney with roughly fluted wooden jambs, an
iron pot filled with potatoes was suspended over a fire, where a long
branch was burning, or rather smoking. The only articles of furniture
were two high-backed arm-chairs, covered with a plain-colored stuff, of
which it was impossible to guess the original color; a large table, half
covered with an unbleached linen table-cloth in which a loaf was
wrapped, the other half being strewed pell-mell with papers and books;
and, lastly, a rickety, worm-eaten four-post bedstead, with its blue
serge curtains looped back to admit the rays of the sun, and the air from
the open window.
A man who was still young, but attenuated by consumption and want,
was seated on the edge of the bed, occupied in throwing crumbs to a
whole host of swallows which were wheeling their flight around him.
The birds flew away at the noise of my approach, and perched on the
cornice of the hall, or on the tester of the bed. I recognized Raphael,
pale and thin as he was. His countenance, though no longer youthful,
had not lost its peculiar character; but a change had come over its
loveliness, and its beauty was now of the grave. Rembrandt would have
wished for no better model for his "Christ in the Garden of Olives." His
dark hair clustered thickly on his shoulders, and was thrown back in
disorder, as by the weary hand of the laborer when the sweat and toil of
the day is over. The long untrimmed beard grew with a natural
symmetry that disclosed the graceful curve of the lip, and the contour
of the cheek; there was still the noble outline of the nose, the fair and
delicate complexion,
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