Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-03-07
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FROM THE PHILADELPHIA DOLLAR NEWSPAPER I
HENRY SEYMOUR.
A LEGEND OF THE sCHUYLKILL.
By James Rees, Author Of "Actress," etc. etc.
.. CONCLUDED.
CHAPTER ".
THE ARTISTS STUDIO.

He sat alone The mellow light Of an au-
tumnal sun beamed in the window of the studio
of Henry Seymour, and gave more life-like ex-
preston to the portrait of a lovely girl which
stood upon his easel, as iii had Just received the
last touch of his pencil. He was gazing upon it
with eyes that told the interest the heart took in
the perusal of each glowing lineaments of that
most beauteous face; and in the soft twilight of
that hour, one of the few happy ones of his
eventful life, Henry Seymour forgot all his wees
eyes," he exclaimed cit is her likeness !
Just as she appeared to me on that night when |
rescued her from the robbers. Who can she be?
Long-long ere this" he continued, speaking
in broken sentences, 'no doubt she is wedded
She, so wildly loved by me- welded! No, no.;
fate would not play with my heart-strngs thus
hope wspcrs that she is not Six years-six
long, lingering years have searched for such a
face; no tiding, no clue whereby to gain infor
nation. She is lost-then, what is life to, me!
A dreamy blank, on whose dreary waste ! can
only wander and mourn her lost! Her image
will be ever here-here, deep in this heart-and
when it breaks, they will go to pieces together"
Henry had apprentced himself to celebrated
artist, and by incessant application he had OBJ
tanned degree of eminence in his profession,
highly hatterng to his youthful ambition. Yet
in this country how often has genius and talent
to contend against the prejudices of the many!
American talent is more appreciated in Europe
than it is here; hence the poet, the painter, the
sculptor, has to win fame in other lands before he
can coax his own countrymen into the bellefth
his education is finished, In this country, there
is, unfortunately, no national standard of crit-
cism, and yet we have those among US who pro-
TESS to be critics. but whose prejudices univer-
sally discover beauties in exotic plants and i'm
ported works of art, but have never been able
to appreciate our indigenous ones, or find beau
ties in the gems from our own poets, or the
speaking figures" on native canvass The
fnger-post to fame points our youth to England,
while the loadstone of the heart keeps them here
The attractions of home are more powerful than
is the smile of noble patrons in other lands.
Thus it is.
Seymour had partially surmounted all imme-
date difficulties to fame, and established among
his brother artists reputation which the envi-
Gus only envied Yet was he poor; the poverty
of genius few there are that can realize. The
poet poor, is like the broken strings of harp; he
essays in vain to call forth music from its wreck
of sound, and thus all his notes die away in mel
ancholy silence. Yet his very feebleness has
poetry in 1.-THE poetry of a broken heart! The
inhabtant of an imaginary world feels the pangs
of earth more than does the dweller of the real
The one is sensitive to word and touch, the other
caous to both The poet is the incarnation OF
imagery. The painter poor, is not unlike the
poet both are notwithstanding; and in the
gloom and silence of their chamber, feel all the
pangs Of one