50 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

And the greatness of the mighty
Master still rests upon Antwerp, and
wherever we turn in its narrow streets
his glory lies therein, so that all mean
things are thereby transfigured ; and
as we pace slowly through the wind-
ing ways, and by the edge of the
stagnant water, and through the
noisome courts, his spirit abides with
us, and the heroic beauty of his vis-
ions is about us, and the stones that
once felt his footsteps and bore his
shadow seem to arise and speak of
him with living voices. For the city
which is the tomb of Rubens still
lives to us through him, and him
alone.

It is so quiet there by that great
white sepulchre — so quiet, save only |