n evil； but where every man is a soldier there will be no standing army。 And is it no evil that one man in every fifty should be bred to the trade of slaughter； should live only by destroying and by exposing himself to be destroyed； should fight without enthusiasm and conquer without glory； be sent to a hospital when wounded； and rot on a dunghill when old？ Such； over more than two…thirds of Europe； is the fate of soldiers。 It was something that the citizen of Milan or Florence fought； not merely in the vague and rhetorical sense in which the words are often used； but in sober truth； for his parents； his children； his lands； his house； his altars。 It was something that he marched forth to battle beneath the Carroccio； which had been the object of his childish veneration： that his aged father looked down from the battlements on his exploits； that his friends and his rivals were the witnesses of his glory。 If he fell； he was consigned to no venal or heedless guardians。 The same day saw him conveyed within the walls which he had defended。 His wounds were dressed by his mother； his confession was whispered to the friendly priest who had heard and absolved the follies of his youth； his last sigh was breathed upon the lips of the lady of his love。 Surely there is no sword like that which is beaten out of a ploughshare。 Surely this state of things was not unmixedly bad； its evils were alleviated by enthusiasm and by tenderness； and it will at least be acknowledged that it was well fitted to nurse poetical genius in an imaginative and observant mind。
Nor did the religious spirit of the age tend less to this result than its political circumstances。 Fanaticism is an evil； but it is not the greatest of evils。 It is good that a people should be roused by any means from a state of utter torpor；that their minds should be diverted from objects merely sensual； to meditations； however erroneous； on the mysteries of the moral and intellectual world； and from interests which are immediately selfish to those which relate to the past； the future； and the remote。 These effects have sometimes been produced by the worst superstitions that ever existed； but the Catholic religion； even in the time of its utmost extravagance and atrocity； never wholly lost the spirit of the Great Teacher； whose precepts form the noblest code； as His conduct furnished the purest example； of moral excellence。 It is of all religions the most poetical。 The ancient superstitions furnished the fancy with beautiful images； but took no hold on the heart。 The doctrines of the Reformed Churches have most powerfully influenced the feelings and the conduct of men； but have not presented them with visions of sensible beauty and grandeur。 The Roman Catholic Church has united to the awful doctrines of the one that Mr Coleridge calls the 〃fair humanities〃 of the other。 It has enriched sculpture and painting with the loveliest and most majestic forms。 To the Phidian Jupiter it can oppose the Moses of Michael Angelo； and to the voluptuous beauty of the Queen of Cyprus； the serene and pensive loveliness of the Virgin Mother。 The legends of its martyrs and its saints may vie in ingenuity and interest with the mythological fables of Greece； its ceremonies and processions were the delight of the vulgar； the huge fabric of secular power with which it was connected attracted the admiration of the statesman。 At the same time； it never lost sight of the most solemn and tremendous doctrines of Christianity；the incarnate God；the judgment；the retribution；the eternity of happiness or torment。 Thus； while； like the ancient religions； it received incalculable support from policy and ceremony； it never wholly became； like those religions； a merely political and ceremonial institution。
The beginning of the thirteenth century was； as Machiavelli has remarked； the era of a great revival of this extraordinary system。 The policy of Innocent；the growth of the Inquisition and the mendicant orders；the wars against the Albigenses； the Pagans of the East； and the unfortunate princes of the house of Swabia； agitated Italy during the two following generations。 In this point Dante was completely under the influence of his age。 He was a man of a turbid and melancholy spirit。 In early youth he had entertained a strong and unfortunate passion； which； long after the death of her whom he loved； continued to haunt him。 Dissipation； ambition； misfortunes had not effaced it。 He was not only a sincere； but a passionate； believer。 The crimes and abuses of the Church of Rome were indeed loathsome to him； but to all its doctrines and all its rites he adhered with enthusiastic fondness and veneration； and； at length； driven from his native country； reduced to a situation the most painful to a man of his disposition； condemned to learn by experience that no food is so bitter as the bread of dependence （〃Tu proverai si come sa di sale Lo pane altrui； e come e duro calle Lo scendere e'l sa'ir per l'altrui scale。〃 Paradiso； canto xvii。）；
and no ascent so painful as the staircase of a patron；his wounded spirit took refuge in visionary devotion。 Beatrice； the unforgotten object of his early tenderness； was invested by his imagination with glorious and mysterious attributes； she was enthroned among the highest of the celestial hierarchy： Almighty Wisdom had assigned to her the care of the sinful and unhappy wanderer who had loved her with such a perfect love。 （〃L'amico mio； e non della ventura。〃 Inferno； canto ii。） By a confusion； like that which often takes place in dreams； he has sometimes lost sight of her human nature； and even of her personal existence； and seems to consider her as one of the attributes of the Deity。
But those religious hopes which had released the mind of the sublime enthusiast from the terrors of death had not rendered his speculations on human life more cheerful。 This is an inconsistency which may often be observed in men of a similar temperament。 He hoped for happiness beyond the grave： but he felt none on earth。 It is from this cause； more than from any other； that his description of Heaven is so far inferior to the Hell or the Purgatory。 With the passions and miseries of the suffering spirits he feels a strong sympathy。 But among the beatified he appears as one who has nothing in common with them；… …as one who is incapable of comprehending； not only the degree； but the nature of their enjoyment。 We think that we see him standing amidst those smiling and radiant spirits with that scowl of unutterable misery on his brow； and that curl of bitter disdain on his lips； which all his portraits have preserved； and which might furnish Chantrey with hints for the head of his projected Satan。
There is no poet whose intellectual and moral character are so closely connected。 The great source； as it appears to me； of the power of the Divine Comedy is the strong belief with which the story seems to be told。 In this respect； the only books which approach to its excellence are Gulliver's Travels and Robinson Crusoe。 The solemnity of his asseverations； the consistency and minuteness of his details； the earnestness with which he labours to make the reader understand the exact shape and size of everything that he describes； give an air of reality to his wildest fictions。 I should only weaken this statement by quoting instances of a feeling which pervades the whole work； and to which it owes much of its fascination。 This is the real justification of the many passages in his poem which bad critics have condemned as grotesque。 I am concerned to see that Mr Cary； to whom Dante owes more than ever poet owed to translator； has sanctioned an accusation utterly unworthy of his abilities。 〃His solicitude；〃 says that gentleman； 〃to define all his images in such a manner as to bring them within the circle of our vision； and to subject them to the power of the pencil； renders him little better than grotesque； where Milton has since taught us to expect sublimity。〃 It is true that Dante has never shrunk from embodying his conceptions in determinate words； that he has even given measures and numbers； where Milton would have left his images to float undefined in a gorgeous haze of language。 Both were right。 Milton did not profess to have been in heaven or hell。 He might therefore reasonably confine himself to magnificent generalities。 Far different was the office of the lonely traveller； who had wandered through the nations of the dead。 Had he described the abode of the rejected spirits in language resembling the splendid lines of the English Poet；had he told us of
〃An universe of death； which God by curse Created evil； for evil only good； Where all life dies； death lives； and Nature breeds Perverse all monstrous； all prodigious things； Abominable； unutterable； and worse Than fables yet have feigned； or fear conceived； Gorgons； and hydras； and chimaeras dire〃
this would doubtless have been noble writing。 But where would have been that strong impression of reality； which； in accordance with his plan； it should have been his great object to produce？ It was absolutely necessary for him to delineate accurately 〃all monstrous； all prodigious things；〃to utter what might to others appear 〃u