idiously till they have brought all to their own color.
Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than Good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.
It must have company, for it cannot bear to be alone in the dark, while
Virtue can see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light.
There is one other point which we will dwell on for a moment as bearing on the question of Dante's orthodoxy.
His nature was one in which, as in Swedenborg's, a clear practical understanding was continually streamed over by the northern lights of mysticism, through which the familiar stars shine with a softened and more spiritual lustre.
Nothing is more interesting than the way in which the two qualities of his mind alternate, and indeed play into each other, tingeing his matter-of-fact sometimes with unexpected glows of fancy, sometimes giving an almost geometrical precision to his most mystical visions.
In his letter to Can Grande he say