ome itself, the city of ruins, now became the object of a holly
different sort of piety from that of the time when the 'Mirabilia Roma'
and the collection of William of Malmesbury ere composed. The
imaginations of the devout pilgrim, or of the seeker after marvels and
treasures, are supplanted in contemporary records by the interests of
the patriot and the historian. In this sense we must understand Dante's
words, that the stones of the walls of Rome deserve reverence, and that
the ground on which the city is built is more worthy than men say. The
jubilees, incessant as they were, have scarcely left a single devout
record in literature properly so called. The best thing that Giovanni
Villani brought back from the jubilee of the year 1300 was the
resolution to write his history which bad been awakened in him by the
sight of the ruins of Rome. Petrarch gives evidence of a taste divided
between classical and Christian antiquity. He tells us how often with
Giovanni Colonna he ascended the mighty vaults of the Baths of
Diocletian, and there in the transparent air, amid the wide silence
with the broad panorama stretching far around them, they spoke, not of
business or political affairs, but of the history which the ruins
beneath their feet suggested, Petrarch appearing in these dialogues as
the partisan of classical, Giovanni of Christian antiquity; then they
would discourse of philosophy and of the inventors of the arts. How
often since that time, down to the days of Gibbon and Niebuhr, have the
same ruins stirred men's minds to the same reflections!
This double current of feeling is also recognizable in the 'Dittamondo'
of Fazio degli Uberti, composed about the year 1360--a description of
visionary travels, in which the author is accompanied by the old
geographer Solinus, as Dante was by Virgil. They visit Bari in memory
of St. Nicholas, and Monte Gargano of the archangel Michael, and in
Rome the legends of Aracoeli and of Santa Maria in Trastevere are
mentioned. Still, the pagan splendor of ancient Rome unmistakably
exercises a greater charm upon them. A venerable matron in torn
garments--Rome herself is meant--tells them of the glorious past, and
gives them a minute description of the old triumphs; she then leads the
strangers through the city, and points out to them the seven hills and
many of the chief ruins--'che comprender potrai, quanto fui bella.'
Unfortunately this Rome of the schismatic and Avignonese popes was no
longer, in respect of classical remains, what it had been some
generations earlier. The destruction of 140 fortified houses of the
Roman nobles by the senator Brancaleone in 1257 must have wholly
altered the character of the most important buildings then standing:
for the nobles had no doubt ensconced themselves in the loftiest and
best-preserved of the ruins. Nevertheless, far more was left than we
now find, and probably many of the remains had still their marble
incrustation, their pillared entrances, and their other ornaments,
where we now see nothing but the skeleton of brickwork. In this state
of things, the first beginnings of a topographical study of the old
city were made.
In Poggio's walks through Rome the study of the remains themselves is
for the first time more intimately combined with that of the ancient
authors and inscriptions--the latter he sought out from among all the
vegetation in which they were imbedded--the writer's imagination is
severely restrained, and the memories of Christian Rome carefully
excluded. The only pity is that Poggio's work was not fuller and was
not illustrated with sketches. Far more was left in his time than was
found by Raphael eighty years later. He saw the tomb of Caecilia
Metella and the columns in front of one of the temples on the slope of
the Capitol, first in full preservation, and then afterwards half
destroyed, owing to that unfortunate quality which marble possesses of
being easily burnt into lime. A vast colonnade near the Minerva fell
piecemeal a victim to the same fate. A witness in the year 1443 tells
us that this manufacture of lime still went on: 'which is a shame, for
the new buildings are pitiful, and the beauty of Rome is in its ruins.'
The inhabitants of that day, in their peasant's cloaks and boots,
looked to foreigners like cowherds; and in fact the cattle were
pastured in the city up to the Banchi. The only social gatherings were
the services at church, on which occasion it was possible also to get a
sight of the beautiful women.
In the last years of Eugenius IV (d. 1447) Biondus of Forli wrote his
'Roma Instaurata,' making use of Frontinus and of the old 'Libri
Regionali,' as well as, it seems, of Anastasius. His object is not only
the description of what existed, but still more the recovery of what
was lost. In accordance with the dedication to the Pope, he consoles
himself for the general ruin by the thought of the precious relics of
the saints in which Rome was so rich.
With Nicholas V (1447-1455) that new monumental spirit which was
distinctive of the age of the Renaissance appeared on the papal throne.
The new passion for embellishing the city brought with it on the one
hand a fresh danger for the ruins, on the other a respect for them, as
forming one of Rome's claims to distinction. Pius II was wholly
possessed by antiquarian enthusiasm, and if he speaks little of the
antiquities of Rome, he closely studied those of all other parts of
Italy, and was the first to know and describe accurately the remains
which abounded in the districts for miles around the capital. It is
true that, both as priest and cosmographer, he was interested alike in
classical and Christian monuments and in the marvels of nature. Or was
he doing violence to himself when he wrote that Nola was more highly
honoured by the memory of St. Paulinus than by all its classical
reminiscences and by the heroic struggle of Marcellus? Not, indeed,
that his faith in relics was assumed; but his mind was evidently rather
disposed to an inquiring interest in nature and antiquity, to a zeal
for monumental works, to a keen and delicate observation of human life.
In the last years of his Papacy, afflicted with the gout and yet in the
most cheerful mood, he was borne in his litter over hill and dale to
Tusculum, Alba, Tibur, Ostia, Falerii, and Otriculum, and whatever he
saw he noted down. He followed the Roman roads and aqueducts, and tried
to fix the boundaries of the old tribes which had dwelt round the city.
On an excursion to Tivoli with the great Federigo of Urbino the time
was happily spent in talk on the military system of the ancients, and
particularly on the Trojan war. Even on his journey to the Congress of
Mantua (1459) he searched, though unsuccessfully, for the labyrinth of
Clusium mentioned by Pliny, and visited the so-called villa of Virgil
on the Mincio. That such a Pope should demand a classical Latin style
from his abbreviators, is no more than might be expected. It was he
who, in the war with Naples, granted an amnesty to the men of Arpinum,
as countrymen of Cicero and Marius, after whom many of them were named.
It was to him alone, as both judge and patron, that Blondus could
dedicate his 'Roma Triumphans,' the first great attempt at a complete
exposition of Roman antiquity.
Nor was the enthusiasm for the classical past of Italy confined at this
period to the capital. Boccaccio had already called the vast ruins of
Baia 'old walls, yet new for modern spirits'; and since his time they
were held to be the most interesting sight near Naples. Collections of
antiquities of all sorts now became common. Ciriaco of Ancona (d. 1457)
travelled not only through Italy, but through other countries of the
old Orbis terrarum, and brought back countless inscriptions and
sketches. When asked why he took all this trouble, he replied, 'To wake
the dead.' The histories of the various cities of Italy had from the
earliest times laid claim to some true or imagined connection with
Rome, had alleged some settlement or colonization which started from
the capital; and the obliging manufacturers of pedigrees seem
constantly to have derived various families from the oldest and most
famous blood of Rome. So highly was the distinction valued, that men
clung to it even in the light of the dawning criticism of the fifteenth
century. When Pius II was at Viterbo he said frankly to the Roman
deputies who begged him to return, 'Rome is as much my home as Siena,
for my House, the Piccolomini, came in early times from the capital to
Siena, as is proved by the constant use of the names 'neas and Sylvius
in my family.' He would probably have had no objection to be held a
descendant of the Julii. Paul II, a Barbo of Venice, found his vanity
flattered by deducing his House, notwithstanding an adverse pedigree,
according to which it came from Germany, from the Roman Ahenobarbus,
who had led a colony to Parma, and whose successors had been driven by
party conflicts to migrate to Venice. That the Massimi claimed descent
from Q. Fabius Maximus, and the Cornaro from the Cornelii, cannot
surprise us. On the other hand, it is a strikingly exceptional fact for
the sixteenth century that the novelist Bandello tried to connect his
blood with a noble family of Ostrogoths.
To return to Rome. The inhabitants, 'who then called themselves
Romans,' accepted greedily the homage which was offered them by the
rest of Italy. Under Paul II, Sixtus IV and Alexander VI, magnificent
processions formed part of the Carnival, representing the scene most
attractive to the imagination of the time- -the triumph of the Roman
Imperator. The sentiment of the people expressed itself naturally in
this shape and others like it. In this mood of public feeling, a report
arose on April 18, 1485, that the corpse of a young Roman lady of the
classical period--wonderfully beautiful and in perfect preservation--had
been discovered. Some Lombard masons digging out an ancient tomb on
an estate of the convent of Santa Maria Nuova, on the Appian Way,
beyond the tomb of Caecilia Metella, were said to have found a marble
sarcophagus with the inscription: 'Julia, daughter of Claudius.' On
this basis the following story was built. The Lombards disappeared with
the jewels and treasure which were found with the corpse in the
sarcophagus. The body had been coated with an antiseptic essence, and
was as fresh and flexible as that of a girl of fifteen the hour after
death. It was said that she still kept the colors of life, with eyes
and mouth half open. She was taken to the palace of the 'Conservatori'
on the Capitol; and then a pilgrimage to see her began. Among the crowd
were many who came to paint her; 'for she was more beautiful than can
be said or written, and, were it said or written, it would not be
believed by those who had not seen her.' By order of Innocent VIII she
was secretly buried one night outside the Pincian Gate; the empty
sarcophagus remained in the court of the 'Conservatori.' Probably a
colored mask of wax or some other material was modelled in the
classical style on the face of the corpse, with which the gilded hair
of which we read would harmonize admirably. The touching point in the
story is not the fact itself, but the firm belief that an ancient body,
which was now thought to be at last really before men's eyes, must of
necessity be far more beautiful than anything of modern date.
Meanwhile the material knowledge of old Rome was increased by
excavations. Under Alexander VI the so-called 'Grotesques,' that is,
the mural decorations of the ancients, were discovered, and the Apollo
of the Belvedere was found at Porto d'Anzio. Under Julius II followed
the memorable discoveries of the Laocoon, of the Venus of the Vatican,
of the Torso of the Cleopatra. The palaces of the nobles and the
cardinals began to be filled with ancient statues and fragments.
Raphael undertook for Leo X that ideal restoration of the whole ancient
city which his (or Castiglione's) celebrated letter (1518 or 1519)
speaks of. After a bitter complaint over the devastations which had not
even then ceased, and which had been particularly frequent under Julius
II, he beseeches the Pope to protect the few relics which were left to
testify to the power and greatness of that divine soul of antiquity
whose memory was inspiration to all who were capable of higher things.
He then goes on with penetrating judgement to lay the foundations of a
comparative history of art, and concludes by giving the definition of
an architectural survey which has been accepted since his time; he
requires the ground plan, section and elevation separately of every
building that remained. How archaeology devoted itself after his day to
the study of the venerated city and grew into a special science, and
how the Vitruvian Academy at all events proposed to itself great him,
cannot here be related. Let us rather pause at the days of Leo X, under
whom the enjoyment of antiquity combined with all other pleasures to
give to Roman life a unique stamp and consecration. The Vatican
resounded with song and music, and their echoes were heard through the
city as a call to joy and gladness, though Leo did not succeed thereby
in banishing care and pain from his own life, and his deliberate
calculation to prolong his days by cheerfulness was frustrated by an
early death. The Rome of Leo, as described by Paolo Giovio, forms a
picture too splendid to turn away from, unmistakable as are also its
darker aspects--the slavery of those who were struggling to rise; the
secret misery of the prelates, who, notwithstanding heavy debts, were
forced to live in a style befitting their rank; the system of literary
patronage, which drove men to be parasites or adventurers; and, lastly,
the scandalous maladministration of the finances of the State. Yet the
same Ariosto who knew and ridiculed all this so well, gives in the
sixth satire a longing picture of his expected intercourse with the
accomplished poets who would conduct him through the city of ruins, of
the learned counsel which he would there find for his own literary
efforts, and of the treasures of the Vatican library. These, he says,
and not the long-abandoned hope of Medicean protection, were the baits
which really attracted him, if he were again asked to go as Ferrarese
ambassador to Rome.
But the ruins within and outside Rome awakened not only archaeological
zeal and patriotic enthusiasm, but an elegiac of sentimental
melancholy. In Petrarch and Boccaccio we find touches of this feeling.
Poggio Bracciolini often visited the temple of Venus and Roma, in the
belief that it was that of Castor and Pollux, where the senate used so
often to meet, and would lose himself in memories of the great orators
Crassus, Hortensius, Cicero. The language of Pius II, especially in
describing Tivoli, has a thoroughly sentimental ring, and soon
afterwards (1467) appeared the first pictures of ruins, with a
commentary by Polifilo. Ruins of mighty arches and colonnades, half hid
in plane-trees, laurels, cypresses and brushwood, figure in his pages.
In the sacred legends it became the custom, we can hardly say how, to
lay the scene of the birth of Christ in the ruins of a magnificent
palace. That artificial ruins became afterwards a necessity of
landscape gardening is only a practical consequence of this feeling.