Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1851-06-28

idCe Ol the young artist, III was not, HOW
ever, the prospect of relief from misery
IT was not the chance of career, OF hav-
ing money. Such things have but little
influence over the mind of the artistic,
whether poet, painter, or author. Much
is said Of the improvidence and deserved
poverty of literary men, but the calcula-
ting and sordid minds of their ordinary
Judges are not able to understand that spir-
It's such as theirs cannot bend to mere ma
terlal details. Their souls are so conStitu-
ted that often their misery is happiness.
II awakens strange thought and reflection.
Not to have suffered is not to have lived.
And then when the artiSfe who has suffer-
ed long, has money, if he were to spend
as your careful, prudent men would, he
would as lief not have it. The plotting
and intriguing necessary to make the most
Of il would destroy all the pleasure of hav-
ing. He must enjoy it, though fully aware
that the day OF suffering must come again.
Now Charles, one Of those beings in whom
mind is more powerful than matter, re-
loiced in his months starvation. It had
shown him the heart of his beloved, and he
would not have starved for all the wealth
the world can give. Noble and generous
hearts are not rare, especially among the
divine sex, which God created to compen-
safe man for every i'll in life, but still they
are not found at every step. Charles knew
he was certain, that he owed his present
good fortune to Constance and hence his
joyful and happy smile.
He made himself as neat and clean as he
could, took two small paintings which he
had just finished, in the hope OF finding a
purchaser, and started for the Rue de Hell
der, where resided Madame Pellisser.-
He was agreeabIy surprised to find young
and elegant Paris lady, who received him
with atiability, examined his two small
paintings with remarks which showed
cultivated taste and judgment, and then in
timated her wish to keep them. Charles
very thankfully acquiesced, and then spoke
OF the portrait.
'Well, NJ. Dupont, you may commence
this morning, if you please, but l have a
peculiar notion, and that is, that artists
should know a little OF the person they are
about to paint, to do it well. 0atter my
self that you would be far more effective in
your likeness, if you always commenced
by an hours conversation with the sitter
Charles smilingly agreed that the young
widows theory was very plausible one,
and entered into very animated discus
sion with her on his own art, which he
soon found she had studied very considera-
bly,. The afternoon glided away very
pleasantly, and when he arose to take
leave, Madame Pelissier put small pocket
book in his hand, pointing at the same
time TO the two pictures.
Charles bIushed, as the high-souled a.
tiSte always does on receiving money from
such as Leonie PeIlisSier, but accepted the
welcome payment with thanks and bow.
The first sitting was then fixed for the fol-
lowing Monday, and our hero hurried
away towards his home. He went not to
his own room, he went to that of Con-
stance. He knocked quickly, she opened.
He rushed in, caught her in his arms, and
imprinted on her lips and cheeks and fore
head dozen kisses.
Charles, are you mad What is the
matter? Will you be quiet p
'My beloved Constance, | am so happy,
and | know it is your doing. have sold
my pictures, and have portrait to paint.
But, sly girl that you are, you forgot that
only last Sunday you told me all about
Madame PeIlissier'
'You are not offended, Charles
Offended my dear little wife,
'Your wife, Charles. / dare not hope
for that. An artist, great artist, for you
will be one, cannot marry a poor work
girl. see now how wrong have been.
But never thought Of the future. am
happy in your society, and forget
Constance, there is but one Joyous hope
in this heart, and that is the hope to see
you my wife. Without you there is no
future for me. Constance, why do so many
youthful geniuses fall by the way, why do
so many men of promise and greatness die
away unknown, why do so many poetic
and godlrke hearts sink into obScurty, but
that they are alone? We artiSteS more
than any man, need guiding star. Ours
is home work, and there is no home where
woman is not. How would you have a
a man have patience through the daily
drudgerv of his labor, with nought but four
grim walls to gaze at. No, we must have
a voice TO cheer us, an eye to beam on MS,
a lip TO smile on us, press on ours; and
that voice, that eye, that lip must be the
voice and eye and lip of woman. Con-
stance, il is we alone who know what wo-
man is, and who alone know her value
She is not the plaything and toy of the
pro1igate, the slave and drudge of the sor-
did, the obedient serf of the plodding man
OF business, but the companion and equal
OF the man OF intellect-the only real man
amid the worlds millions. Constance,
there are angels in the heavens above, and
il, by Gods blessing, we are to see them,
our eyes accustomed 10 see such dull OBJ
iects as this world dScloses in its ordinary
pictures, would be da2zled by their bright
ness, had we not woman given US to pre-
pare our minds easily for any amount OF