The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1850-04-17

J.R LOWELL
Auartisi was passing slowly through tho
thorodgiae Of great city, where fof few
days he was sojouling
lie was a young man, and the few ycats
of hrs life, if they had proved heas and sor
rowlul IN experience, had al least lett no darl
impression On his forehead. His figure was
srkmgIy elegant, aud The face manly anc
very beautiful; il might wei have hecntakpn
10 represent the Genus Of Thought-sc
calm, elevated and eno6led by spiIluaI ex
cel'ence was il
The artist was poor man, you canld guess
that by the worn garments IN which lie was
attifed, for irrm The figure, bearing, snd
whole appearance of the youth, it was evil
dent he was not Of thai claas ol genilses who
affect shahLi ess in personal appearance, in
the LINE oT eccenlrlcity,
And he was ~ ampinOus youHg man, too
A alance lnth his studio, whete constant v
and diligently he loiIed N his vocation, had
told You hat II would seem by Tie con
slant omenda'ons he m'dMand by the fin
lshed style he lahore d to imTart to all he d d,
that nothing sRpn ui superior excellence ol
absolute perfection in his art would satisfy
hn.a.,
He has come into the open air this morn
ing, not because he was wenried with his
work, fort sa source of continual delight to
hm-nelther in search OF amusement but 10
ponder un thought which he has long har
bored in his mind--three pictures should be
his fame From his studio he would send
into the world an abiding and moral inAu-
enee. Not only did Marlin Gray long 10 win
Tor himselfa proud name on the earth, but
with The poets aud the preachers he would
iain lit up his vdice and teach-he would
also be 4 reformer, and by his works he
would testify to the infinite beauty Of holiness
and virtue.
The artists heart beal joyfuly as he re-
voved this idea in his mind his hope was
high his hand vas skiIlful.
If my name only ranks with the masters,
some day If lean do some real and subslun
iial good in my generation? cannot labor
too had 10 secure these ends he said 10
himself, as he passed unconscious of the
Gnoise and confusion" about him, along the
street,
Mechanically turning at the first corner,
Martin moved on towards thnse quarters OF
the city where the hurried strife and conlu
sion OF life were more subdued.
Atonce he stood silent rs though chang
ed 10 masble, then heart cheering cry Of juy
and surprise burst flom hm and i have
fonnd il! ! have found iI!' lie clied--'here
is sunrise, at las' 2
There were children playing in the street,
poor llule children, boys aud girls, whose
oaly play ground was that hot aud dusty
p'nce, But in the, person of one, the quick
eye of tire aIlist detected cxtraoIdinary benu
ty, though decked in rugs almost as cxtraor'
dlnary.
The unconscious child was girl, six or
seven years old, faultess in form and feature
and the very embodiment Of une of Martin
Gays ideals. 1t was not solely the exquisite
lovel;ness ofthe chd's face, though The shape
and colOring were perlect--bdl besides the
dark rob hair which fell in such uuheeded
prolusion on the shoulders of its little mise
stress-and besides the deep, sapphre-bIue
Of the Urge, lnnguid eyes, and the classic
regularity of every feature, there was an ex'
preston, a souL look which indenuicd her
natural beauty, aud samred hefas the owner
OF nm intellect whose range was far higher
than that reached by any of her playmates
'Iell me your name, lille angel said the
inriist in the excitement OF his delighted sur
aprise.
u 'Myname is Alice Flynn was the prompt
ssshnswer accompanied by a smile and frank
look Of inquiry, which said very plainly
! what IS your name, and what do you want
of met
4 'Iiavo you motheri. Where does she
diver Go with me to your home; | must
wFpeak with her.
POD Tie child answered these queries by at
lbnce leaving her playmntes, and , followed by
tho artist, in few moments entered narrow
by way. Passing short distance through
II, Alice paGsed before shabby old frame
house, which seemed every dav on the point
Of bidding an eternal farewell TO all things
terreslial.
This is the place where We live, sir she
said, with the sweetest voice in the word--
tWill you come inp
'Thc girl,ls yours, ma'am, believe,' said
Y Martin, as he stood in lhe presence Of what
seemed 70 him an ogress--n gigantic woman,
who certainly could lay but little claim To-
beauty, when compared with the "chd4
aangep' who called her mother.
- Yes--she wasn't lost, was she or was
SIZE up 10 mischief 10 the street? just tell me
ihalfs
No, no, nothing Of the kind said the AZ,
Igisi, quickly, but not the daunled by The
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