Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-08-05


wealth that could provide such paradise
in the heart of large and thicky popu-
lated city. And when, too, in her grlsh
beauty, the bounding form Of Alice passed
like fairy shape among the bowers, the
scene might well call up dream of old
romance, and make the gaze for the mo-
mcnt forgetful of the money changers
above and the busy and busting world
around. When, however, Alice attained
the form. if not the air and aspect of wo-
manhood, her cautious fathor deemed it
prudent to have her shut out from the OBJ
servaion Of the passing crowds, and thus,
an inner encasement was provided for the
iron fence-work, and she was permitted to
ramblc on as ever, unmolested and unseen
save by the old Waterman or the select
! few Of her fathers intmatcs and friends.
| But how difficult thing is it to hide the
light of beauty! How vain and worthless
are all ordinary precautions sometimes
shown to be! Upon how slight thread
does destiny sometimes hang! Nations and
individuals are alike influenced by trifes--
| by events which in themselves and to the
superficial view Of man are utterly insig-
nihcant.
But we must return little. On the de-
cease Of Mrs Montgomery. the afflicted
husband who really loved his wife with as
much tenderness as could be expected from
one of his selfish and worldly nature, was
inconsolabIe. He not only caused a cast
of her cold pale features to be taken, but
an artist was Immediately engaged to pic
ture lineaments of the lifeless lady upon the
canvass. A young man. whose studio was
| in the immediate vicinity. was chosen for
the task, and he discharged the sad duty
| in the most faithful manner. The eyes
alone he left unfinished, and these. he said,
turning to the weeping Alice, could readily
be painted from hers. In color, expression
and beauty. they were as like her mothers
as possible: II will he responsible" he adj
ded. for this portion of nv task" The
father consented, and after the last solemn
ties were over the young Alice, accompa-
MED by her aunt, visited the studio Of the
artist, day after day. until the eyes Of her
dear mother looked out from the "quickened
canvass" as if the soul of the departed had
been revivified once more in the world of
time.
Never did artist toll more earnestly
never did his gifted mind follow and EN-
body so willingly the aspirations Of his
hear--ncver did he gaze with more inter
est into the blue eyes Of girlhood--nev cr
did purer thoughts agitate human bosom
while contemplating living embodiment of
purity and beauty. His efforts throughout
were peasurabIe. He felt that he was
achieving a conquest of art 1.-THE lights and
shades came to him, as it WCre,-bls pencil
moved with spirit impulse. There was
inspiration somewhere, and he felt that his
work would prove triumphant Alice, too.
young and gIi.cIcss as she was--With her
eye unpraCtiSed. and her feelings fresh and
free, gradually became interested in the
portraits; and returned again and again to
the studio of the artist. at first to serve as
a model, and then TO gaze for hours and
dissolve in tears before the image of her
lifeless parent. How sweetly fell upon her
soul the comments of the artist.
Look" said he one day, and he pointed
10 window of his studio which, until then
had escaped the notice of Alice,-"from
ihis"-approaching the window--"I have
view Of your beautiful garden" and
here exhibiting some unfinished sketches
Il have more than once attempted to group
the mother and the daughter with some Of
the surrounding objects"
Alice gazed. surprised as well as pleased.
Her own slight figure was prominent in
more than one sketch. and as, turning her
ewes upon the artist, she saw his face
beaming with delight and pleasure, she felt
a slight blush mantle her features. and
without knowing, caring, or asking herself
why, she took the extended hand of her
aunt, and bid the young man good after
noon.
The next day the portrait was sent home
and the visits Of the Bankers daughter to
the studio were discontinued.
Louis Rudolph was twenty-five years of
age at the time at which we have presented
him TO the notice of The reader He was
eminenlIy gifted 10 his profession, but, as
vel. his genius needed culture and grace;
and the dream of his soul was to visit the
old world, and there in the galleries adorned
by the works Of masters, Chasten, subduc
and refine the erratic impulses of his own
mind. This vision had haunted him for
years, and, with the purpose of realizing it,
he had toiled like a slave at his art; had
descended to the meancst branches of the
/, professions; had lived on a mere pittance,
and worn more than one coat till it was
thread bare. Fame, thus far in his brief
but promising career, had been his god
/, He was in some sense a nonomanlac.-
The phantom Of namc"--the glory Of a
f reputation. had etranced and engrossed his
, whole soul. Scotfiag at and scorning the
ordinary pleasures of life and the amuse,
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