where he was an honored and admired, but it may be not always a welcome guest, till we find him sheltered, cherished, and then laid at last to rest, by the Lords of Ravenna. There he still rests, in a small, solitary chapel, built, not by a Florentine, but a Venetian. Florence, "that mother of little love," asked for his bones; but rightly asked in vain. His place of re- pose is better in those remote and forsaken streets "by the shore of the Adrian Sea," hard by the last relics of the Roman Empire -- the mausoleum of the children of Theodosius, and the mosaics of Justinian -- than among the assembled dead of St. Croce, or amid the magnificence of Santa Maria del Fiore. -40- |