Maumee City express. [volume] (Maumee City, Ohio) 1838-184?, 1839-03-30
A BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.
cAMpAspE.

Willyou try it, Appellesl said Alexander
Has thy palette tints to match the dye of that
cheek, and lip, and brow! Canst thou paint that
eye, as tits? Monarch, returned the artist, the
earths fairest has been before me, and my art
failed not--Campaspe is If the earth--I will
try 1t. True, painter, she is of the earth--but
she is like naught Of the earth-thy art knows
nothing cfsuch as she is warn thee of the
peril of the adventure; wilt thou try it?
shrink not, replied the confident artist.
His sketch was chalked, and he only waited
admission to Campaspe's presence, to CON-
Inence the task in which Aexander's soul
seemed wrapped. He entered he had given
directions for her being in situation to give
him every advantage of light; this had been
minded. Seemingly unconscious of his en-
trance, she moved not; slight veil fell from
her head dress to the floor, envelopng her in
its fullness; at length she recovered from her
abstraction, and raising one snowy arm sepa-
rated the veil from her head dress and suffered
it to fall from her.
Appelles spoke not--moved not; he stood
with outstretched arms-his pencil had fallen:
he could not grasp it.; motionless--voiceless
the sudden revelation of that unearthly
vision had only left him sight. He gazed un-
til the senses ached with the overpowering in
tensity of beauty. Do dream, he at length
murmered, recovering from the trance into
which he had been thrown; or is this reality?
Can 1t be that the gross earth hath ought so
bright, or is this some creature of elysium sent
to mock me, TO show me how poor my art is!
She had but once raised her eyes, as she threw
the veil from her, and casting on him look
in which melancholy seemed mingled, their
snowy lids were again cast down. But that
one glance wrought deeply; deeper it may be
than it was meant.
Campaspe had never seen Appelles, but his
fame had reached her. She had heard ofh his en-
ttusiasm, his romance; she had dwelt with
rapture on the almost breathing productions Of
his pencil, and her young heart worshpped him
unseen: aud now how strangely had they met;
they were together: alone. One glance told her
he was all her Imagination had pictured him;
and that one glance, too, showed him gazing on
her loveliness IN mute alteration.
Appelles recalled his wandering faculties.
He turned away, and leaning against column
Of the apartment, bethought HIM of his task.
His eyes fell on his palette, whose colors till
now had rivalled nature. He would as soon
have matched them with the hues of the rain
bow as with theglow Of that cheek. He had stu
died and surpassed all that art had ofbeauLltul;
he had gazed on all that nature had made most
bright of Persia's sunny daughters, and had
dreamed of all things beautiful, until his soul
became drunk with beauty, and had conceived
limoges of still more transcendent lovellness,
and he had given his life on the glowing can
vass: but his dreams had shaped no such being
as this; and he felt that his art, which he had
boasted had never failed him, was now value
less.
How should he meet Alexander; how Danish
the passion that he felt thrilling through every
vein for-he dreaded to think--his masters fa-
vorite2 He was startled from reflection by a
deep sigh. She had again looked up and find
ing him no longer gazing on her, the hope
that had been inspired by his first look was
crushed, and her feelings burst from her heart
in that deep sigh.--He knelt before her, he ga.
zed once more and as tear stole from under
the eylid, and sob broke from her bosom, he
took her hand; the touch was magic; his duty.
his engagement-al were forgotten; his feel
ings were controlless, and wild words came
forth; passion in his heart and on his tongue
The distinctions of rank were unremembered
and her cheek was bent until it rested or
his bosom.
The canvass, and the pencil, and the pallet
te, were thrown by: the attempt was not made
Impatient for the picture, Alexander sent fol-
the artist. What of the task, painter, aut
what reward wilt thou demand! Let it bt
like thy labor: nothing common. Appelle'
had trembed bu. lie knew with whom he spoke
|, and he disguised not. MonaIch, cannot dc
thy will.--Campaspe' beauty has maddenet
me, and love her more than life. know
my fate, and am prepared bold subject
thou, Alexander spoke, to dare thus; but ! for
give thee, the fault was mine. | should moi
have exposed thee to the trial. But will sht
love thee, Appeles? If she will, take her;
give thee thy-life and Campaspc.
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