Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1837-05-10


such a carfule and puckcr, for any letter
that Jamie Torrance could write to me -
lfthis picture goes to the world, my mar.
ket's spoiled; who will ever think me
thrifty or purpose like, after seeing noe han.
BILE wheel in such fashion NJ mar.
ket's spoiled; I'll lie like stone Of black
wool on my fathers hands," said this in
scorn; my father thought me Serious
"Ye speak sensibly, Jenny, my woman"
he observed 81 did not see the thing in
that light before and, moreover, if we are
TO have our looks limned, and our occupa.
tons painted, we should be made world.
like. Am | so wrinkled as that If we
are to be exposed, should we not share in
the profits of such an exhibition? | am
told that our artist there, where he sits, will
make five hundred pounds by this very
picture"
My aunt held up her hands, and opened
her eyes wide. Five hundred pounds,
for an old man, two women folk, and dog
and paitned too !--what fools rich people
must be !"
"lndeed they are, Elspat," said my
father; 8" but any thing passes for picture
with them. A hooded crow flying over
dead horse hen scratching a hidden.
stead SOW seeking worms: man look
ing from him, and a woman with three
feathers in her noddle-thcy make pictures
out of aught."
Sand am to be bought and sold like a
hen in the Market" exclaimed my aunt,
"when am old and wrinkled, :and stoop.
ing towards the grave? Had We come
when was in my teens, like Jenny, there,
with music IN my feet, and light in my eyes,
could have forgiven you."
Sand am | to be carried to the Market"
cried |, in that state of terror and conster-
nation, and held up to derision in blue and
white paint? I'll see the picture, or what
ever ii is, floating down the Tweed, first. F"
Oh, Margaret | wish any one had been
here to have taken the portrait ofthe painter
bodie, as said this he looked all colors,
like his own pallet, and would have given
brushes, and paint and all, to have been
fairly out of the house.
In the very middle of this, in came the
young Laid of Cowhosh fresh from Italy,
new from London; college bred, too, and
with the reputation of taste in what they
call the fine arts" He bowed to my
father, looked at me through his glass, and
shaking the painter bodie kindly by the
hand, said, "Ah! Webster, how are you
What! domestic picture ay! and a
lovely one,-an image of rustic beauty, and
SD like: it must be mine so name your
price % We all stared when we heard
this, and began to change our tune, and
pull in our horns. The artist, himself
seemed not at all surprised at the offer
hundreds of pounds are nought it seems
to these saucy fellows. 81 cannot accept
your offer, sir" he said, "the picture is
made for Friendships Offering and is to
be engraved with great care, and illustra
ted with a suitable story from Scotisl
fireside."
Ahp said the laird, mournfully, "twt
are passed and gone from this land, wht
could have made this picture shine out witt
the best but the light is extinguished il
the halls Of Abbotsford, and music is silen
by Altrive lake /; and who, of all Scotland.
sons, can write with such deep feeling ano
such brightness of expression y
This was new light to us all, Marga
ret my picture will be hung up in som
princes gallery and dukes and dutchesse
will ask who that pretty rustic is; and the
in my kirtle and bodice, and no SO nice a
bout the haffet.ocks as | could desire,
shall be more admired in my simplicity
they say, than some madams, with thei
plumed noodles, and embroidered trains
IL will naoko n eth In London. To Uanno
imagine how spited some of the danes G
the Tweed and Yarrow are about "ou
Jenny's Letter." as they call the picture :
they may rail on; it will be long ere an
painter tries his hand on some of them :
how much of the dun and the yellow h
will need My papers done, and there
but room for, Yours, till death,
JENNY BELLENDEN.