While he was in the habit of revolving such thoughts in his mind, a circumstance occurred which accelerated his progress towards a rejection of the damnation dogma.
It was nothing more than his chance reading in a school-book of the history of Demetrius Poliorcetes.
The part of the story which bore upon the subject of his thoughts may be out-lined thus:—
Demetrius, (B. C. 301,) surnamed Poliorcetes, besieger of cities, was the son of Antigonus, one of those generals whom the death of Alexander the Great left masters of the world.
Demetrius was one of the fast princes of antiquity, a handsome, brave, ingenuous man, but vain, rash and dissolute.
He and his father ruled over Asia Minor and Syria.
Greece was under the sway of Cassander and Ptolemy, who had re-established in Athens aristocratic institutions, and held the Athenians in servitude.
Demetrius, who aspired to the glory of succoring the distressed, and was not averse to reducing the power of his enemies, Cassander and
e land with their shovel-hats, so that corn has no chance of sunshine.
Pisa, too, could afford to spend a hundred thousand dollars in fireworks to celebrate the anniversary of its patron saint; but can spare nothing for popular education.
At Florence, the traveler passed some agreeable hours with Hiram Powers, felt that his Greek Slave and Fisher Boy were not the loftiest achievements of that artist, defied antiquity to surpass his Proserpine and Psyche, and predicted that Powers, unlike Alexander, has realms still to conquer, and will fulfil his destiny.
At Bologna the most notable thing he saw was an awning spread over the centre of the main street for a distance of half a mile, and he thought the idea might be worth borrowing.
On entering Venice his carpet-bags were searched for tobacco; and he remarks, that when any tide-waiter finds more of that noxious weed about him than the chronic illbreeding of smokers compels him to carry in his clothes, he is welcome to confiscate all