The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1850-07-24
Tlle Unknown pninler.

I"ittH lOuHu upon lHc canvass Oh some one OF
his pupils, sketches or specimens of drawing,
Imperfect and unfinished, but bearing the ich
Impress Of genius. They were executed du.
ring the night, aud he was utterly unable TO
lconlecture The author. One morning the
Pupils had arrived at the studio before him,
aud were grouped before an easel, utering
exclamaIons of delighted surprise, when Mu
Irlllo eniered. His asionishment was quile
equal to their own, on finding an unfinished
head of the Virgin, ofexquiste outline, with
many touches OF surprising beauty. He ap
pealed first 10 one aud Ihen another of the
young gentlemen, TO see if they could lay
claim 10 the choice, bat mysterious produc
Ilon-bul they returned sorowlul negative
Gle who has left this lracery, viii! one day
be master of US ALL Sebaslian!' said he--
a youthful slave stood trembling before HIM
"Who occupies his studio at nightp
mo one but myself, senor,a
"Well, take your station here tonight, and
| it you do not inform ofhe mysterious yisilant
to this room, thirty lashes shall be yourreward
on :he morrow.
| He bowed in quiet submission and retired.
That night he threw ais mattrass before tie
easel and slept soundly until the clock struck
three. He then sprang from his couch, and
exclaimed-''lrhee hours are my own, the
rest are my masters :" He lhea seized pa
lete, and ook his seat at the fame, to erase
the work fpreceding nights. With brush
| in hand to make the oblivIous stroke, he
paused those eyes," said he, ."they
Ipierce me through; What blood will run from
those purple veins; shall he her murderer;
| can notO, can not erase t;-.rather lei
me finish it.
He went to work and soon the slave, the
darkCncd BROS, the child of toll and suffering.
are merged in a youthful spirit, rising from
The Impetus of its own deathIess energies, mo
a sphere Of liberty anu bright beauty.
"a little coloring here, u touch there, a
soft shade here''--aLd thus three hours rolled
UNDECIDED by 30 those beaming eyes, those
Ihps-they vii speak and bless me my beau
tiful! O! my Ieaulilul''.-a slight noise caused
him to look up. Murillo with his pupils stood
aro Ind; tho sunshine wat peerng brightly
through the easement, while yet the inextin
guished taper burned. Again he was slave
and the spirits folded wing scarce seemed to
tautter. His eyes fell beneath their eager
gaze.
"Who is vOuf master, Sebastian?"
You, senor.,,
"Your drawing MASTER mean?
I "You, senor."
81 have never given y6u lessons y
"No, but you gave them 10 these young
gentlemen aud heard them
'Yes, you have done better-you have
Iproftted by them. Does this boy deserve
punishment or reward, my dear pupils.
"Reward, senor," was the quick response
"What shall it beF'
One suggested suit Of clothes, another {
sum Of money, but no chord was touched ii
the captiye's bosom. Another said:
"Tbe master feels kindly tO,day;as you
freedom Sebastian"
lie sunk on his knees, and groan o
anguish burst from him; he lifted his burn
ing eyes 10 his masters face, 'rhc freedom o
my fa,her!'
r The death chill had passed from his heart
and he breathed. MunIIo folded him 10 his
/
talent, your request thai you have heart
you are no longer my slave, but my son!--
Happy Murllo! have painted, but made
la panier"
There are still to he seen in classic Italy
many beautiful specimens from the pencils
Iof Murillo and Sebastian.
Is there not voice fraught with sweet ell,
oquence from this little s,ory, penetrating to
the sanctuary Of the heart, and awakening its
Iholest sens6iIiliesf Is there not between
the circumstances and trials Of our little hero,
and the events that sometimes occur in the
aGrear OF the Christian, an impressive analo
gy.
Does he not sometimes fee that the sha
dows Of night encompass his pathway, that
adark captivity rests upon him; but true TO
the heaVenward impulse, he keeps brightly
burning the lamp oil faith? With chasIcned
spirit he applies himsel(vigoronsIy, earnest
y, 10 his work, his appointed work, and U,
what springs, perennial springs oi lie and
beauty are unsolvcd TO him in that hour o.
dak, stern trial. He finds by the light Of
bis wondrous lamp, locked in the cell of his
oppressed heart the gem oEinfnae treasures
; and opening into its profolndesi depths I
fountain oGlight from the shores of lmnor
taty. lie forgets his captivity, (orgels lha
sin und sorrow have cast their murky shadows
+ over him, in the delightful service ol his hea
: venly Master.
"Blight will tho morn ofeternity dawn"
Sometimes he thought he was tollng aIon
and urheeded, but that light will disclos
interest bent upon him--arms Of everlas
ling love ready TO enlold them, and voic
, filing his soul with untold bliss, shall say
have loved thee, loved thee with infint
l. and uuchangng tenderness. Thou has
; overcome, henceiorh thou art mine, Ioreve
n nine.
= PNsJ Chr Atlroc.
49, .~y-.1>(> ~.o.~N-~1
THE Usr OF REpurArIoN. .-AccnItus
= Arezzo, a celebrated lawyerin the fifeenl
!, century, with The assistance Of his seryan
: purlatncd several pieces Of meat from neig
boring bEcher's shop. Two Of his scholar
OF doubdM character, were put in prison
authors Of this theft. Accollus in vain az
cnsed himself, il was thought he did SO
rescue lhe,young men. When tho afTlir W,
i was blownovot, and the students set at libe
4 tvbypayng certain sum, AccolIus broug
a plain proofs that lie had been the thief. [
I being asked. why he had committed an actit
|. so ulnike hims II and Of which noono woa
!, have suspected him, be replied he did II to s
Il in strong light the advantages ol wei
o established character. 'fa
l. '1 lH Hl>-e.~-o~--oO~N~-<-1l0v IS .I
.gl IRA dnirymnn being asked, show maj