The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-09-27
Vol. 8, No. 10. Whole No. 1926.

that must elapse he returns to his home SO did
this crenture-compounded as no was from the
finest essences Of our nature-count the moments un
I'll the Academy would open. II was almost fright
full 10 witness his fits Of anxiety TO where the pic
ture would have good pace--if h(perchance) mgh:
be killed by some glaring sunset, saffron sunrise
when the arst, 'nad with glory deepens the hues
wherein Almighty God thinks best TO steep his land
scapes.
1t was positively fearful after such ague fits Of
care, TO the avidity with which he drank in tho
inspirations poured ont by the old dvnites upon their
canvass. 1t was wonderful to observe how his mind
taught by mature distinguished at single glance Tho
gold from the tinse, and how he spurned whatever
was counterfeit or poor lie would, after such ex-
choments, return 10 calculations touching his own
picture; sometimes depressed at its nrerlorty when
compared with what he had just seen; at other times
full Of hope, calculating the probable result-re-
peang the difficulties he had encountered recang
the tears which stood trembling in his mothers eyes
when some simple villagers would express such natu-
raj wOnder as how he learned it ALP Then he would
picture the rich tyrant acknowledging his injustice
aud cOnfessing shame; calculate the probability
OF his picture the irst-born Of his brain being extoed
by the critics; portray his mother, her thin fingers
trembling and her emacated form bent over tho col
umn where her sons name was marked with praise;
hear her read hi commentator, and then fall upon
her knees in gratitude TO God, remembering, in the
hour Of triumph well as in The hour of sorrow il is
lie who gives or takes away seemeth best. Then
poor fellow in the fitness of his heart he would de-
care for poverty--not he he knew it well! he never
could be poor he had been. He felt his power
like the infant Hercules strangling his foes without
an eIort-his fortune in his hnnd-hs patent to i'm
mortality made out lie and his mother could 1.-Two
in garret-ay, and die there. But he would make
n name that would defy eternily--he would! Poor
poor iellow!' repeated my old friend, mournfuIy;
and yet there was nothing boastfu in this iii pure
enthusiasm.
Those who had seen the picture here were delight
ms
the placing would be cared for | felt convinced
that the composition would stand upon its own merits
that did not desire to lessen tho dignity fny new
favor!e, by requesting as a favor what felt he had
reason to demand us a right "A foolish thought!'
said the old lady, taking fresh pinch of snuff "a
foolish thought for those who want TO get on in tho
world bnt wise one Cor those who prefer the jowei
Of eXiscnce-s self respect--to aught else.'
The first Sunday in May arrived to be follow ed,
Of course, by the first Monday lie with me ill
| late, not here, but at Richmond, where reside &C.
casionally lie was looking the river, float
ing in the glory ofthe setting specializing usual
about his picture, and the chance that by that time
| next night il would have been seen, and its merits
| acknowledge by its unconscious author TO whom he
wished to show the moral of picture. He was lit
orally wild with hope and excitement speaking Of hit
mother wishing for her, and then saying what glory
| it would be to Of those mighty masters OF
| his art who had lived and moved among US. Like a
yonng engIe, he painted for the rising sun, towards
which he longed TO soar. Poor, poor feowr
There was pause and longed TO hear what was
| to follow, yet feared TO enquire.
'The next morning. she continued Il ordered tho
carriage early as to drive under the gateway at
which the doors were to open. There the usual
crowd-the earnest and intense looking students,
some pale than usual, others flushed with ankle.
tymixed up with critics and poets, and persons
wishing to be the FIRST the national exhibition,
whose quantity, quality and arrangement Indicate
the nature and progress and power of British art
But few of tho academcians there, though one
and tpifh fha
density of the crowd, room made for them, and
amCrnIur ran, DO yon Stothard ? or There is
Westall; or, That's the young artist Wikie,' init.
mating the current ofpeople thoughts. My young
friend recognized me, bowed, and then the doors
were opened saw him rush forward with the rest;
and Just as he was about to enter he turned his face
towards me; it was lit with light which dsappoint-
ment would quench in death. lie waved his hnt and
disappeared. waited until the crowd had entered.
and proceededto obtain catalogue. II is marvellous
how quickly crowd 6isperses-all had passed up
stairs. Suddenly my arms pressed; turned
round there stood the young painter, his aco shorn
of its beams, his whole aspect changed from that of
living TO almost that Of breathless corpse
lie seemed rooted to the spot while il a tone, the
character Of which cannot describe, he mutervd,
My name is not in the catalogue
There doubtless many others that day doom
ed 10 the same Disappointment who, perhaps,
deserved the annual oblivion which overwhelmed the
industry and hopes of tho past year; bnt unhappiy,
there were mnny others who were condemned to the
same suffering, merely becnuse there was not space
in wealthy England tc display the treasures Of that
genius which conlers honor upon the land that calls
forth its existence. Many and anxious (aces-
many whose hearts crtshed-passed beneath
that portal; yet needed but the one. | knew the
boy could not survive it long. He had antic-
Pated its rejection, indeed had !. ] insinuated
there might be mistake but. easily depressed
excited, he only clenched between his hands the
DOOM book Of so many, and shook his head. or
dered the carriage be recalled and taking his arm,
led him towards it. As descended TO The steps,
| felt him start and shudder. looked up--the un-
Just Judge stood before me! The coincidence
strange. On the instant invited him to dine with
the next day in town; the invitation acce pit
ed My footman assisted the lad INTO the carriage
if he had been child; he shrunk into the his
noble spirit TOTALLY Frustrated by his disappointment
while ne turned his face away to conceal the agony
he had deserved. think said the good old lady,
Il suffered amos, much After many efforts
assured him the picture should be seen the next day,
and he should witness the effect il produced. IN
sisted on his remaining entirely nj my house; but he
had been lessened in his own esteem, and suddenly
his manners had become lofty and severe. LEI them
remain SO FOR little while; but. assured that nothing
would so much relieve overcharged heart as tears,
when we were quite alone on the morning of the next
day spoke to him Of his mother, OF tho OF his
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