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Donatello, while it was still a doubtful question betwixt afternoon and

, set forth to keep the appointrounds of the Villa Borghese The entrance to these

grounds (as all my readers know, for everybody nowadays has been in

Ro beneath that not

very ielo's architecture, a minute's

ill transport the visitor from the small, uneasy, lava stones

of the Roe-drives, whence

a little farther stroll brings him to the soft turf of a beautiful

seclusion A seclusion, but seldoer and native, all who breathe Roman air, find free

aduid enjoyment of the

day-dream that they call life

But Donatello's enjoy and delightful breaths a by the

pleasure which the sylvan character of the scene excited in hiht be no merely fanciful theory to set him down as the kinsman, not

far remote, of that wild, sweet, playful, rustic creature, to whose

a resemblance How mirthful a discovery

would it be (and yet with a touch of pathos in it), if the breeze which

sported fondly with his clustering locks were to waft them suddenly

aside, and show a pair of leaf-shaped, furry ears! What an honest strain