The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1839-01-08


side him {?
Sebastian never once dreampt of justfyiDg
himself and with his palette in one hand, and
his brushes in the other, he hung down his
head, awaiting IN silence the punishment he be-
ieved he Justly merted. For some moments
dead silence prevailed, for if Sebastian was
confounded ut being caught in the commission
of such fragrant crime, Murillo and his pupils
" ere noe less astonished at the discovery IN ely
had made.
MuriIlo having with gesture of the hand,
imposed silence on bis pupils, who could hard
~ restrain themselves from giving way 10 their
admiration, approached Sebastian, and, conceal
ing his emotion, said in cold and severe tone,
while he looked alternately from the beautiful
head of the Virgin To- the terrified slave, who
stood like statue before him.
who is your master, Sebastian 2?
You, replied the boy in voice scarcely au-
dible.
8 | mean your drawing MASTER said MurIo.
You, senor,' again replied the trembling
slave.
Ii cannot he never gave you lessons"
said the asouished painter.
But you gave them TO others, and | listened
to Them rejoined the boy, emboldened by the
kindness of his master
'And you have done better than listen you
have protired by them excIamed MurlIo, un .
able longer to conceal his admirntion- Genue-
men, does this boy merit punishment or re-
ward p
At The word punishment. Sebastian's heart
brat quick the word reward gave him little
courage; bot fearing that his ears deceived him,
he looked with timid and imploring eyes towards
his MASTER
A reward, senor,' cried the pupiIa in
breath.
THAT is well but what shall il be -
Sebastian began to hrenthe.
Fen durars, at lehst, y said Nendez.
Fifteen cried Ferdinand.
NO said GonzaIo, "a beautiful new dress
for the next holiday
Speak, SebasIian,' said Murillo, looking ut
his slave, whom rome of these rewards seemed
tn move, are these things not TO your taste p
Tell me what you wish for | AN pleased
with your beautiful composition, that will grant
any request yon may make. Speak, then, do,
not he afraid
'Oh, master. if | dare,l--' and Sebastian
clasping his hands, fell at the feet Of his muster
IL was easy To read in The half opened lips ofthe
boy. and his sparkling eyes, some devouring
thought within, which timidify prevented him
from Offering.
With the view of encouraging him, each of
the pupils suggested some favor for him 10 de.
maud
Co ne, take courage said Mnrillo, gai!y.
The master is So kind to-daV,' said Ferdi-
nand half aIoud. would risk something ask
your freedom, Sebastian
Ar these words Sebastian uttered cry of an
guIsh, and, raising his eyes To his master, he ex-
"tamed in IA voice choked with sobs, The
freedom of my father the freedom Of my
father y
Ind thine also" said Murillo, who, no long
er able to conceal his emotion, threw his
around Sebastian, and pressed him 10 his
breast
Your pencil he continued. shows that you
have talent ycur request proves that you have
n heart the artist is complete. From this day
consider Yourself not only my pupil, but as
my son. Happy Murllo ! have done more
than paint have made panter.'
Murlo kept his word, aud Sebastian Gomez,
better known under the name of the Malatto of
Murllo became one OF the most celebrated
painters in Spain. There may yet be seen in
The Churches of Seville the celebrated picture
which he had been found painting Ivy his master;
also ST. Anne, admirably done, holy Joseph,
which is extremely beautiful and others of the
highest merit.