Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile
friendship with him: he seemed of a reserved, an abstracted, and
even of a brooding nature. Zealous in his ministerial labours,
blameless in his life and habits, he yet did not appear to enjoy
that mental serenity, that inward content, which should be the
reward of every sincere Christian and practical philanthropist. Often,
of an evening, when he sat at the window, his desk and papers before
him, he would cease reading or writing, rest his chin on his hand, and
deliver himself up to I know not what course of thought; but that it
was perturbed and exciting might be seen in the frequent flash and
changeful dilation of his eye.
I think, moreover, that Nature was not to him that treasury of

delight it was to his sisters. He expressed once, and but once in my
hearing, a strong sense of the rugged charm of the hills, and an
inborn affection for the dark roof and hoary walls he called his home;
but there was more of gloom than pleasure in the tone and words in
which the sentiment was manifested; and never did he seem to roam
the moors for the sake of their soothing silence- never seek out or
dwell upon the thousand peaceful delights they could yield.
Incommunicative as he was, some time elapsed before I had