use of Dante is still shown; children still receive baptism at the font (il mio bel San Giovanni) where he was christened before the acorn dropped that was to grow into a keel for Columbus; and an inscribed stone marks the spot where he used to sit and watch the slow blocks swing up to complete the master-thought of Arnolfo.
In the convent of St. Mark hard by lived and labored Beato Angelico, the saint of Christian art, and Fra Bartolommeo, who taught Raphael dignity.
From the same walls Savonarola went forth to his triumphs, short-lived almost as the crackle of his martyrdom.
The plain little chamber of Michel Angelo seems still to expect his return; his last sketches lie upon the table, his staff leans in the corner, and his slippers wait before the empty chair.
On one of the vine-clad hills, just without the city walls, one's feet may press the same stairs that Milton climbed to visit Galileo.
To an American there is something supremely impressive in this cumulative influence