The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-09-05

iiit dtIlCuCD VII MY DCHu-
uiul-" and Sebastian forgot the hour,
forgot he was slave, forgot his dreaded
punishment-ull, all was obiteratcd from
the soul ot the youthful artist, who thought
OF nothing, saw nothing, but his beautiful
picture.
But who can describe the horror ana
CONSERVATION of the unhappy slave, when,
on suddenly turning round, he behcld the
whole pupils, with his master at their head,
standing beside HIM
Sebastian never once dreampi of Justify
ing himself, and, with his palette in one
hand, and his brushes in the other, he hung
down his head, awaiting in silence the pun
'shmenl he believed he justly merited. For
some moments n dead silence prevailed, for
u Sebastian was coufounded at being
caught IN the commission of such nagrant
crime, Murlllo aud his pupils were not
less nstonslied al the discovery they had
made.
Murillo having, with n gesture of the
h"nd, imposed silence on his pupils, who
could hardly refrain themselves from giving
w"y to their admiration, approached Sc
basilan, aud concealiug his emotion, said in
cold aud severe tone. while III, l,oL .d nj
iernately from the beautiful head of the yir.
gan TO lbe terrified slave, who stood like y
statue before him.
who is your master, Sebastian"
You" replied the boy in u voice scarce.
ly audible.
-, mean your drawing MASTER" suid Mu-
rio
"fou, senor," again replied the tremb-
ling slave.
J, cannot be; never gave you les.
sons, said the asonished painter.
But you gave them Ia others, and lis
tened TO them, rcJoined the hoy, embolden-
ed ny The kindness Of his master.
And you have done better than listen
you have proti,ed by them" exclaimed Mu.
riilo, unable longer to couccal his admir,-
t'on. Gentlemen, does this boy meri,
punishment or reward 7"
Al the word punishment, Sebns,inn's
heart beat quick the word reward gave b,m
i'i'lc courage, hut fearinp That his ears de-
ce'ved him, he looked with timd and i'm.
p'orng eyes townrks his master.
" 4 reward, senor," cried the pupiIs !, ,
breath. :"
mar Is well but what shall j. be ~
Sebastian began TO breathe.
" Ten ducats, Mt least" said Mendez.
Fiiieen," cried Ferdinand.
No. said Gonzelo, "a beautiful ,e,y
iress for the next holiday.
"Spcak, Sebastian" said MurilIo IooL
ng at h's slave, whom none of these ,s.
'afds seemed To move, 4" nre these tbinos
iot 10 your taste Tell me what Won wish
or am so much pleased with your Leoo.
Iiul composilion, that | will grant aov re-
luesl you may make. Speak, then. do mo,
,c afraid"
"Oh, master, if ! dared" and Sebas,.
an, c'asping his hands, fell nl the fee, of
MS master. IL was easy to read in the half
opened lips OF the boy, aud his sparkling
yes, some desourIng thought within. wbich.
lmdiy prevented him from uttering.
win the view Of encouraging him, each
u the pupils suggested some favor for him
% demand.
Come, take courage" said MuriIIo.
ally.
The moster is so kind today" said
'erdInand, half aloud, al would risk so,n..
bing ask your freedom, Sebaslian.'
ht 'Hc WDfos otDastfHE uttered cry of
nguish, nnd, raising his eyes to his n,os,er,
IL exclaimed IN vUce choked with sob..
The freedom Of my f,tler the freedom
{ my father !"
Aud thine also." said MurlIo, " no. no
'Dger able To conceal his emotion, threw
IS arms around Sebastian, aud pressed
im to his breast.
Your pencil" he continued, shows
'a' you have talent; ycur request proves
IN; you have heart; the artist is COM
lcte. From this day consider yourself
OF only as my pupil. but as nay son, Hap
y Murillo have done more than paint
i have made painter"
Mufillo kept his word, and Sebastian
'omez, better known under the name of
Ie Mulatto Of Murillo, became one Of the
'ost celebrated painters in Spain. There
'ay yet be seen in the churches of Seville
le celebrated picture which he had been
'uud painting by his mnster; also at St.
me, admirably done, n holy Joseph,
hich is extremely beautiful; and others Of
Ie highest merit.