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c　groups　of　figures；　among　whichwere　Perseus　and　the　Rape　of　the　Sabines；　looked　like　livingpersons；　and　cries　of　terror　sounded　from　them　all　across　the　noblesquare。　By　the　Palazzo　degli　Uffizi；　in　the　arcade；　where　the　nobilityassemble　for　the　carnival；　the　Metal　Pig　stopped。　〃Hold　fast；〃　saidthe　animal；　〃hold　fast；　for　I　am　going　up　stairs。〃

The　little　boy　said　not　a　word；　he　was　half　pleased　and　halfafraid。　They　entered　a　long　gallery；　where　the　boy　had　been　before。The　walls　were　resplendent　with　paintings；　here　stood　statues　andbusts；　all　in　a　clear　light　as　if　it　were　day。　But　the　grandestappeared　when　the　door　of　a　side　room　opened；　the　little　boy　couldremember　what　beautiful　things　he　had　seen　there；　but　to…nighteverything　shone　in　its　brightest　colors。　Here　stood　the　figure　of　abeautiful　woman；　as　beautifully　sculptured　as　possible　by　one　of　thegreat　masters。　Her　graceful　limbs　appeared　to　move；　dolphins　sprang　ather　feet；　and　immortality　shone　from　her　eyes。　The　world　called　herthe　Venus　de'　Medici。　By　her　side　were　statues；　in　which　the　spirit　oflife　breathed　in　stone；　figures　of　men；　one　of　whom　whetted　his　sword；and　was　named　the　Grinder；　wrestling　gladiators　formed　anothergroup；　the　sword　had　been　sharpened　for　them；　and　they　strove　forthe　goddess　of　beauty。　The　boy　was　dazzled　by　so　much　glitter；　for　thewalls　were　gleaming　with　bright　colors；　all　appeared　living　reality。

As　they　passed　from　hall　to　hall；　beauty　everywhere　showed　itself；and　as　the　Metal　Pig　went　step　by　step　from　one　picture　to　theother；　the　little　boy　could　see　it　all　plainly。　One　glory　eclipsedanother；　yet　there　was　one　picture　that　fixed　itself　on　the　littleboy's　memory；　more　especially　because　of　the　happy　children　itrepresented；　for　these　the　little　boy　had　seen　in　daylight。　Manypass　this　picture　by　with　indifference；　and　yet　it　contains　a　treasureof　poetic　feeling；　it　represents　Christ　descending　into　Hades。　Theyare　not　the　lost　whom　the　spectator　sees；　but　the　heathen　of　oldentimes。　The　Florentine；　Angiolo　Bronzino；　painted　this　picture；　mostbeautiful　is　the　expression　on　the　face　of　the　two　children；　whoappear　to　have　full　confidence　that　they　shall　reach　heaven　at　last。They　are　embracing　each　other；　and　one　little　one　stretches　out　hishand　towards　another　who　stands　below　him；　and　points　to　himself；　asif　he　were　saying；　〃I　am　going　to　heaven。〃　The　older　people　stand　asif　uncertain；　yet　hopeful；　and　they　bow　in　humble　adoration　to　theLord　Jesus。　On　this　picture　the　boy's　eyes　rested　longer　than　on　anyother：　the　Metal　Pig　stood　still　before　it。　A　low　sigh　was　heard。Did　it　e　from　the　picture　or　from　the　animal？　The　boy　raised　hishands　towards　the　smiling　children；　and　then　the　Pig　ran　off　withhim　through　the　open　vestibule。

〃Thank　you；　thank　you；　you　beautiful　animal；〃　said　the　little　boy；caressing　the　Metal　Pig　as　it　ran　down　the　steps。

〃Thanks　to　yourself　also；〃　replied　the　Metal　Pig；　〃I　have　helpedyou　and　you　have　helped　me；　for　it　is　only　when　I　have　an　innocentchild　on　my　back　that　I　receive　the　power　to　run。　Yes；　as　you　see；　Ican　even　venture　under　the　rays　of　the　lamp；　in　front　of　the　pictureof　the　Madonna；　but　I　may　not　enter　the　church；　still　from　without；and　while　you　are　upon　my　back；　I　may　look　in　through　the　open　door。Do　not　get　down　yet；　for　if　you　do；　then　I　shall　be　lifeless；　as　youhave　seen　me　in　the　Porta　Rosa。〃

〃I　will　stay　with　you；　my　dear　creature；〃　said　the　little　boy。So　then　they　went　on　at　a　rapid　pace　through　the　streets　ofFlorence；　till　they　came　to　the　square　before　the　church　of　SantaCroce。　The　folding…doors　flew　open；　and　light　streamed　from　thealtar　through　the　church　into　the　deserted　square。　A　wonderful　blazeof　light　streamed　from　one　of　the　monuments　in　the　left…side　aisle；and　a　thousand　moving　stars　seemed　to　form　a　glory　round　it；　eventhe　coat…of…arms　on　the　tomb…stone　shone；　and　a　red　ladder　on　a　bluefield　gleamed　like　fire。　It　was　the　grave　of　Galileo。　The　monumentis　unadorned；　but　the　red　ladder　is　an　emblem　of　art；　signifyingthat　the　way　to　glory　leads　up　a　shining　ladder；　on　which　the　prophetsof　mind　rise　to　heaven；　like　Elias　of　old。　In　the　right　aisle　of　thechurch　every　statue　on　the　richly　carved　sarcophagi　seemed　endowedwith　life。　Here　stood　Michael　Angelo；　there　Dante；　with　the　laurelwreath　round　his　brow；　Alfieri　and　Machiavelli；　for　here　side　byside　rest　the　great　men…　the　pride　of　Italy。　The　church　itself　is　verybeautiful；　even　more　beautiful　than　the　marble　cathedral　atFlorence；　though　not　so　large。　It　seemed　as　if　the　carved　vestmentsstirred；　and　as　if　the　marble　figures　they　covered　raised　theirheads　higher；　to　gaze　upon　the　brightly　colored　glowing　altar　wherethe　white…robed　boys　swung　the　golden　censers；　amid　music　and　song；while　the　strong　fragrance　of　incense　filled　the　church；　andstreamed　forth　into　the　square。　The　boy　stretched　forth　his　handstowards　the　light；　and　at　the　same　moment　the　Metal　Pig　startedagain　so　rapidly　that　he　was　obliged　to　cling　tightly　to　him。　The　windwhistled　in　his　ears；　he　heard　the　church　door　creak　on　its　hingesas　it　closed；　and　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　he　had　lost　his　senses…then　a　cold　shudder　passed　over　him；　and　he　awoke。

It　was　morning；　the　Metal　Pig　stood　in　its　old　place　on　thePorta　Rosa；　and　the　boy　found　he　had　slipped　nearly　off　its　back。　Fearand　trembling　came　upon　him　as　he　thought　of　his　mother；　she　hadsent　him　out　the　day　before　to　get　some　money；　he　had　not　done　so；　andnow　he　was　hungry　and　thirsty。　Once　more　he　clasped　the　neck　of　hismetal　horse；　kissed　its　nose；　and　nodded　farewell　to　it。　Then　hewandered　away　into　one　of　the　narrowest　streets；　where　there　wasscarcely　room　for　a　loaded　donkey　to　pass。　A　great　iron…bound　doorstood　ajar；　he　passed　through；　and　climbed　up　a　brick　staircase；with　dirty　walls　and　a　rope　for　a　balustrade；　till　he　came　to　anopen　gallery　hung　with　rags。　From　here　a　flight　of　steps　led　down　to　acourt；　where　from　a　well　water　was　drawn　up　by　iron　rollers　to　thedifferent　stories　of　the　house；　and　where　the　water…buckets　hungside　by　side。　Sometimes　the　roller　and　the　bucket　danced　in　the　air；splashing　the　water　all　over　the　court。　Another　broken…downstaircase　led　from　the　gallery；　and　two　Russian　sailors　running　downit　almost　upset　the　poor　boy。　They　were　ing　from　their　nightlycarousal。　A　woman　not　very　young；　with　an　unpleasant　face　and　aquantity　of　black　hair；　followed　them。　〃What　have　you　brought　home？〃she　asked。　when　she　saw　the　boy。

〃Don't　be　angry；〃　he　pleaded；　〃I　received　nothing；　I　havenothing　at　all；〃　and　he　seized　his　mother's　dress　and　would　havekissed　it。　Then　they　went　into　a　little　room。　I　need　not　describeit；　but　only　say　that　there　stood　in　it　an　earthen　pot　with　handles；made　for　holding　fire；　which　in　Italy　is　called　a　marito。　This　pot　shetook　in　her　lap；　warmed　her　fingers；　and　pushed　the　boy　with　herelbow。

〃Certainly　you　must　have　some　money；〃　she　said。　The　boy　began　tocry；　and　then　she　struck　him　with　her　foot　till　he　cried　out　louder。

〃Will　you　be　quiet？　or　I'll　break　your　screaming　head；〃　and　sheswung　about　the　fire…pot　which　she　held　in　her　hand；　while　the　boycrouched　to　the　earth　and　screamed。

Then　a　neighbor　came　in；　and　she　had　also　a　marito　under　herarm。　〃Felicita；〃　she　said；　〃what　are　you　doing　to　the　child？〃

〃The　child　is　mine；〃　she　answered；　〃I　can　murder　him　if　I　like；and　you　too；　Giannina。〃　And　then　she　swung　about　the　fire…pot。　Theother　woman　lifted　up　hers　to　defend　herself；　and　the　two　pots　clashedtogether　so　violently　that　they　were　dashed　to　pieces；　and　fire　andashes　flew　about　the　room。　The　boy　rushed　out　at　the　sight；　spedacross　the　courtyard；　and　fled　from　the　house。　The　poor　child　ran　tillhe　was　quite　out　of　breath；　at　last　he　stopped　at　the　church；　thedoors　of　which　were　opened　to　him　the　night　before；　and　went　in。Here　everything　was　bright；　and　the　boy　knelt　down　by　the　first　tombon　his　right；　the　grave　of　Michael　Angelo；　and　sobbed　as　if　hisheart　would　break。　People　came　and　went；　mass　was　performed；　but　noone　noticed　the　boy；　excepting　an　elderly　citizen；　who　stood　still　andlooked　at　him　for　a　moment；　and　then　went　away　like　the　rest。　Hungerand　thirst　overpowered　the　child；　and　he　became　quite　faint　and　ill。At　last　he　crept　into　a　corner　behind　the　marble　monuments；　and　wentto　sleep。　Towards　evening　he　was　awakened　by　a　pull　at　his　sleeve；he　started　up；　and　the　same　old　citizen　stood　before　him。

〃Are　you　ill？　where　do　you　live？　have　you　been　here　all　day？〃　weresome　of　the　questions　asked　by　the　old　man。　After　hearing　his　answers；the　old　man　took　him　home　to　a　small　house　close　by；　in　a　back　street。They　entered　a　glovemaker's　shop；　where　a　woman　sat　sewing　busily。　Alittle　white　poodle；　so　closely　shaven　that　his　pink　skin　couldplainly　be　seen；　frisked　about　the　room；　and　gambolled　upon　the　boy。

〃Innocent　souls　are　soon　intimate；〃　said　the　woman；　as　shecaressed　both　the　boy　and　the　dog。　These　good　people　gave　the　childfood　and　drink；　and　said　he　should　stay　with　them　all　night；　andthat　the　next　day　the　old　man；　who　was　called　Giuseppe；　would　go　andspeak　to　his　mother。　A　little　homely　bed　was　prepared　for　him；　butto　him　who　had　so　often　slept　on　the　hard　stones　it　was　a　royal　couch；and　he　slept　sweetly　and　dreamed　of　the　splendid　pictures　and　of　theMetal　Pig。　Giuseppe　went　out　the　next　morning；　and　the　poor　childwas　not　glad　to　see　him　go；　for　he　knew　that　the　old　man　was　gone　tohis　mother；　and　that；　perhaps；　he　would　have　to　go　back。　He　wept　atthe　thought；　and　then　he　played　with　the　little；　lively　dog；　andkissed　it；　while　the　old　woman　looked　kindly　at　him　to　encouragehim。　And　what　news　did　Giuseppe　bring　back？　At　first　the　boy　could　nothear；　for　he　talked　a　great　deal　to　his　wife；　and　she　nodded　andstroked　the　boy's　cheek。

Then　she　said；　〃He　is　a　good　lad；　he　shall　stay　with　us；　he　maybee　a　clever　glovemaker；　like　you。　Look　what　delicate　fingers　hehas　got；　Madonna　intended　him　for　a　glovemaker。〃　So　the　boy　stayedwith　them；　and　the　woman　herself　taught　him　to　sew；　and　he　ate　well；and　slept　well；　and　became　very　merry。　But　at　last　he　began　to　teaseBellissima；　as　the　little　dog　was　called。　This　made　the　woman　angry；and　she　scolded　him　and　threatened　him；　which　made　him　very　unhappy；and　he　went　and　sat　in　his　own　room　full　of　sad　thoughts。　This　chamberlooked　upon　the　street；　in　which　hung　skins　to　dry；　and　there　werethick　iron　bars　across　his　window。　That　night　he　lay　awake；　thinkingof　the　Metal　Pig；　indeed；　it　was　always　in　his　thoughts。　Suddenly　hefancied　he　heard　feet　outside　going　pit…a…pat。　He　sprung　out　of　bedand　went　to　the　window。　Could　it　be　the　Metal　Pig？　But　there　wasnothing　to　be　seen；　whatever　he　had　heard　had　passed　already。　Nextmorning；　their　neighbor；　the　artist；　passed　by；　carrying　a　paint…boxand　a　large　roll　of　canvas。

〃Help　the　gentleman　to　carry　his　box　of　colors；〃　said　the　woman　tothe　boy；　and　he　obeyed　instantly；　took　the　box；　and　followed　thepainter。　They　walked　on　till　they　reached　the　picture　gallery；　andmounted　the　same　staircase　up　which　he　had　ridden　that　night　on　theMetal　Pig。　He　remembered　all　the　statues　and　pictures；　the　beautifulmarble　Venus；　and　again　he　looked　at　the　Madonna　with　the　Saviourand　St。　John。　They　stopped　before　the　picture　by　Bronzino；　in　whichChrist　is　represented　as　standing　in　the　lower　world；　with　thechildren　smiling　before　Him；　in　the　sweet　expectation　of　enteringheaven；　and　the　poor　boy　smiled；　too；　for　here　was　his　heaven。

〃You　may　go　home　now；〃　said　the　painter；　while　the　boy　stoodwatching　him；　till　he　had　set　up　his　easel。

〃May　I　see　you　paint？〃　asked　the　boy；　〃may　I　see　you　put　thepicture　on　this　white　canvas？〃

〃I　am　not　going　to　paint　yet；〃　replied　the　artist；　then　he　broughtout　a　piece　of　chalk。　His　hand　moved　quickly；　and　his　eye　measured　thegreat　picture；　and　though　nothing　appeared　but　a　faint　line；　thefigure　of　the　Saviour　was　as　clearly　visible　as　in　the　coloredpicture。

〃Why　don't　you　go？〃　said　the　painter。　Then　the　boy　wandered　homesilently；　and　seated　himself　on　the　table；　and　learned　to　sewgloves。　But　all　day　long　his　thoughts　were　in　the　picture　gallery；　andso　he　pricked　his　fingers　and　was　awkward。　But　he　did　not　teaseBellissima。　When　evening　came；　and　the　house　door　stood　open；　heslipped　out。　It　was　a　bright；　beautiful；　starlight　evening；　but　rathercold。　Away　he　went　through　the　already…deserted　streets；　and　soon　cameto　the　Metal　Pig；　he　stooped　down　and　kissed　its　shining　nose；　andthen　seated　himself　on　its　back。

〃You　happy　creature；〃　he　said；　〃how　I　have　longed　for　you！　we　musttake　a　ride　to…night。〃

But　the　Metal　Pig　lay　motionless；　while　the　fresh　stream　gushedforth　from　its　mouth。　The　little　boy　still　sat　astride　on　its　back；when　he　felt　something　pulling　at　his　clothes。　He　looked　down；　andthere　was　Bellissima；　little　smooth…shaven　Bellissima；　barking　as　ifshe　would　have　said；　〃Here　I　am　too；　why　are　you　sitting　there？〃

A　fiery　dragon　could　not　have　frightened　the　little　boy　so　much　asdid　the　little　dog　in　this　place。　〃Bellissima　in　the　street；　and　notdressed！〃　as　the　old　lady　called　it；　〃what　would　be　the　end　of　this？〃

The　dog　never　went　out　in　winter；　unless　she　was　attired　in　alittle　lambskin　coat　which　had　been　made　for　her；　it　was　fastenedround　the　little　dog's　neck　and　body　with　red　ribbons；　and　wasdecorated　with　rosettes　and　little　bells。　The　dog　looked　almost　like　alittle　kid　when　she　was　allowed　to　go　out　in　winter；　and　trot　afterher　mistress。　And　now　here　she　was　in　the　cold；　and　not　dressed。　Oh；how　would　it　end？　All　his　fancies　were　quickly　put　to　flight；　yet　hekissed　the　Metal　Pig　once　more；　and　then　took　Bellissima　in　hisarms。　The　poor　little　thing　trembled　so　with　cold；　that　the　boy　ranhomeward　as　fast　as　he　could。

〃What　are　you　running　away　with　there？〃　asked　two　of　the　policewhom　he　met；　and　at　whom　the　dog　barked。　〃Where　have　you　stolen　thatpretty　dog？〃　they　asked；　and　they　took　it　away　from　him。

〃Oh；　I　have　not　stolen　it；　do　give　it　to　me　back　again；〃　cried　theboy；　despairingly。

〃If　you　have　not　stolen　it；　you　may　say　at　home　that　they　can　sendto　the　watch…house　for　the　dog。〃　Then　they　told　him　where　thewatch…house　was；　and　went　away　with　Bellissima。

Here　was　a　dreadful　trouble。　The　boy　did　not　know　whether　he　hadbetter　jump　into　the　Arno；　or　go　home　and　confess　everything。　Theywould　certainly　kill　him；　he　thought。

〃Well；　I　would　gladly　be　killed；〃　he　reasoned；　〃for　then　I　shalldie；　and　go　to　heaven：〃　and　so　he　went　home；　almost　hoping　for　death。

The　door　was　locked；　and　he　could　not　reach　the　knocker。　No　onewas　in　the　street；　so　he　took　up　a　stone；　and　with　it　made　atremendous　noise　at　the　door。

〃Who　is　there？〃　asked　somebody　from　within。

〃It　is　I；〃　said　he。　〃Bellissima　is　gone。　Open　the　door；　and　thenkill　me。〃

Then　indeed　there　was　a　great　panic。　Madame　was　so　very　fond　ofBellissima。　She　immediately　looked　at　the　wall　where　the　dog's　dressusually　hung；　and　there　was　the　little　lambskin。

〃Bellissima　in　the　watch…house！〃　she　cried。　〃You　bad　boy！　howdid　you　entice　her　out？　Poor　little　delicate　thing；　with　those　roughpolicemen！　and　she'll　be　frozen　with　cold。〃

Giuseppe　went　off　at　once；　while　his　wife　lamented；　and　the　boywept。　Several　of　the　neighbors　came　in；　and　amongst　them　thepainter。　He　took　the　boy　between　his　knees；　and　questioned　him；　and；in　broken　sentences；　he　soon　heard　the　whole　story；　and　also　about　theMetal　Pig；　a