which, by turns, appear and are developed, all images, all sentiments, all ideas, all the human faculties, all the inmost recesses of the soul, all the forms of things, all real and all intelligible worlds! FOOTNOTES: [120] Lecture 6. [121] See the _Gorgias_, with the _Argument_, vol. iii. of our translation of Plato. [122] There is a _Provincial_ that for vehemence can be compared only to the _Philipics_, and its fragment on the infinite has the grandeur and magnificence of Bossuet. See our work on the _Thoughts of Pascal_, 4th Series, _Literature_, vol. i. [123] See the _Jupiter Olympien_ of M. Quatremere de Quincy. [124] Allusion to the _Magdeleine_ of Canova, which was then to be seen in the gallery of M. de Sommariva. [125] See the _Tempest_ of Haydn, among the pianoforte works of this master. [126] See lecture 6. [127] I have not myself had the good fortune to hear the religious music of the Vatican. Therefore, I shall let a competent judge, M. Quatremere de Quincy, speak, _Considerations Morales sur les Destination des Ouvrages de l'Art_, Paris, 1815, p. 98: "Let one call to mind those chants so simple and so touching, that terminate at Rome the funeral solemnities of those three days which the Church particularly devotes to the expression of its grief, in the last week of Lent. In that nave where the genius of Michael Angelo has embraced the duration of ages, from the wonders of creation to the last judgment that must destroy its works, are celebrated, in the presence of the Roman pontiff, those nocturnal ceremonies whose rites, symbols, and plaintive liturgies seem to be so many figures of the mystery of grief to which they are consecrated. The light decreasing by degrees, at the termination of each psalm, you would say that a funeral veil is extended little by little over those religious vaults. Soon the doubtful light of the last lamp allows you to perceive nothing but Christ in the distance, in the midst of clouds, pronouncing his judgments, and some angel executors of his behests. Then, at the bottom of a tribune interdicted to the regard of the profane, is heard the psalm of the penitent king, to which three of the greatest masters of the art have added the modulations of a simple and pathetic chant. No instrument is mingled with those accents. Simple harmonies of voice execute that music; but these voices seem to be those of angels, and their effect penetrates the depths of the soul."