To Venice, at any rate, he came, living for a time by himself, and spending some three months also at Padua, the neighbouring university town, where he gathered pupils about him, and wrote as constantly as before. Some manuscripts that were bought in Paris a few years ago, and which had belonged to Bruno, were partly written in the hand of one of these pupils, Jerome Besler, whom Bruno had known in Helmstadt, and who acted there as his copyist. Others of his German, and possibly some English friends were met with at this renowned university.[107] It was only a few months after he left that Galilei was invited to teach in Padua--"the creator of modern science following in the steps of its prophet."[108] The university was in a state of ferment at the time Bruno arrived, one of the hottest disputes being that between the students and certain professors, who read or dictated instead of freely speaking their lectures--_Doctores chartacei_ they were called--and a fine of twenty ducats was imposed by the senate on every one who should be found guilty of this crime. Bruno's memory-art may therefore, as Bartholmèss suggests, have "supplied a felt want." [Sidenote: Bruno in Mocenigo's house.] Early in 1592 Bruno took a fatal step, which showed how little he realised his danger--he gave up his personal freedom and went to live in Mocenigo's house. There the two opposite natures soon clashed, and the young patrician began to show his real character. The teaching did not satisfy him, did not give him the power over nature and man which he no doubt expected. He approached Ciotto again before the spring book-market, telling him how Giordano was living in his house at his expense, "who promised to teach me much, and has had clothes and money in plenty from me, but I cannot bring him to a point, and fear he may not be quite honest"; and asking him to make inquiries in Frankfort as to Bruno's character, and the likelihood of his fulfilling his obligations. Ciotto returned with an unfavourable report: Bruno was known to make profession of a memory-art, and of other _similar secrets_, but had never been known to do any good with them, and all who had gone to him for such things had remained unsatisfied; moreover, it was not understood in Frankfort how he could stay in Venice, as he was held for a man of no religion. To this Mocenigo replied, "I too have my doubts of him, but I will see how much I can get of what he promised me, so as not to lose entirely what I have paid him, and then I will give him up to the judgment of the Holy Office"--the Inquisition. This estimable frame of mind no doubt asserted itself in the relations of pupil and master. Bruno had been introduced by Ciotto to the house of Andrea Morosini, an enlightened patrician, whose open hospitality a number of the most cultured men of the time enjoyed; they formed an Academy after the manner of those of Cosenza, Naples, and other places. "Several gentlemen meet there," said Morosini of these