there is nothing that was not photographed upon his sensitive brain, to be afterward fixed forever in the Commedia. What Florence was during his youth and manhood, with its Guelphs and Ghibellines, its nobles and trades, its Bianchi and Neri, its kalarlyle says wrongly September); poisoned, it was said, in the sacramental bread, by a Dominican friar, bribed thereto by Florence.
See Carlyle's Frederic, Vol.
I. p. 147. The story is doubtful, the more as Dante nowhere alludes to it, as he certporary recognition of such a nature, so endowed and so faithful to its endowment, should be summed up in the sentence of Florence: Igne comburatur sic quod moriatur.
In order to fix more precisely in the mind the place of Dante in relation to the To consider his hell a place of physical torture is to take Circe's herd for real swine.
Its mouth yawns not only under Florence, but before the feet of every man everywhere who goeth about to do evil.
His hell is a condition of the soul, and he co