The famous cartoon of the battle of Pisa, a work of Michael Angelo, which he produced in a glorious competition with the Homer of painting, Leonardo da Vinci, and in which he had struck out the idea of a new style, is only known by a print which has preserved the wonderful composition; for the original, it is said, was cut into pieces by the mad jealousy of BACCIO BANDINELLI, whose whole life was made miserable by his consciousness of a superior rival.
In the jealousy of genius, however, there is a peculiar case where the fever silently consumes the sufferer, without possessing the malignant character of the disease.

Even the gentlest temper declines under its slow wastings, and this infection may happen among dear friends, whenever a man of genius loses that self-opinion which animates his solitary labours and constitutes his happiness.

Perhaps when at the height of his class, he suddenly views himself eclipsed by another genius--and that genius his friend! This is the jealousy, not of hatred, but of despair.

Churchill observed the feeling, but probably included in it a greater degree of malignancy than I would now describe.
Envy which turns pale, And sickens even if a friend prevail.
SWIFT, in that curious poem on his own death, said of POPE that -- He can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six.
The Dean, perhaps, is not quite serious, but probably is in the next lines-- It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry "Pox take him and his wit." If the reader pursue this hint throughout the poem, these compliments to his friends, always at his own expense, exhibit a singular mixture of the sensibility and the frankness of true genius, which Swift himself has honestly confessed.
What poet would not grieve to see His brother write as well as he ?[A] ADDISON experienced this painful and mixed emotion in his intercourse with POPE, to whose rising celebrity he soon became too jealously alive.[B] It was more tenderly, but not less keenly, felt by the Spanish artist CASTILLO, a man distinguished by every amiable disposition.

He was the great painter of Seville; but when some of his nephew MURILLO'S paintings were shown to him, he stood in meek astonishmont before them, and turning away, he exclaimed with a sigh--"_Ya murio Castillo_!" Castillo is no more! Returning home, the stricken genius relinquished his pencil, and pined away, in hopelessness.