Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-10-28
The Painter and the Monk:
A Tale of Artist-Life in Paris.

About century ago. there wa
to be seen on the eastern side Of tn
island Of st. Louis, at Paris, broker
ground and a few Shrubs, In thi
spot was found, on the 10th Of March
1746, the dead body of a youns
man. The tall poplar trees rose a
his feet like the walls of a tomb; ant
the very air seemed impregnateC
with the presence Of deaths
The early risers of the neighbor
hood were assembled to meet the
corpse, and formed many conjectures
respecting it,
1t is a painter said one; 'his long
hair is cut in the Spanish. fashion, as
well as his brown coat; and bis hand
still closely grasps his color-box.'
He must belong to Natoni's s
school, for this is the road all the
scholars take in going to the studio.
There were some officers of the
Marechausee and a franciscan friar
among the group. The latter, whose
cowl was drawn far down on his face,
made no remark, but attentively ex-
amined the countenances of the other
spectators.
Sometimes the scholars paint by
candIelight,' some one said. This
poor fellow has been murdered as he
returned home II
Not by robber, though, for moth
ing appears to be taken from him.
See, here is his silyer chain still on
his neck
'Robber or not, he has en.mur-
dered- The blow has been struck
over his shoulder-he could not have
done it HIMSELF
AT all events, it was not hard to
reach him-his jpStqucorps is very
thin
yes, but is lined with leather re-
marked by stander.
How do you know that, young
man?' asked the Franciscan, fixing
an inqnisitorial eye on the speaker.
lie changed color slightly, and re-
piled he supposed it was soI
But, continued the moak, 'you
should be able to recognize the body;
for, unless | am much misttl lkef, you
are student at Natoni' i's.'
In fact, answered the yon nng man,
nov that it is lighter, ! ia hey that
it is Antoine Lambert
Antoine Lambertl' they all e&-
claimed; Antoine Lanbertl the
young artist who has already gained ,
SO high a reputation, and W ho, it was
wo uld win the first prize in
4
Joseph V ien's friendF !
Not at ALL the yonngIman eagerly
cried Joseph Wen and he haFe4
laarf feled-they had lately a very
violent dispute.
Indeedll' said every one. $50
they had qparreled, were enemies,
ind were cohtesting the first prize?'
This seemed new light to the
speakers. 1T is not improbable
hey remarked, chat this has been
deed, since evidently rob
oery was not the motive
The student then spoke earnestly
If the rivalry between the two OPP
,onents, andIone of the Marechaus seef
demanded a description of Joseph
Wen. The crowd dispersed, each
,earing away a suspicion, which al
most amounted to certainty, that
Lambert had been murdered by bis
,iyal.
Meanwhile the monk had also left
he spot, and, gliding along the yet
;ilent quays, soon reached the gar
lens Of the Tuilleries. There are all
vas Frightening under the genial in
Iuence of spring. The marbles ,
ooked winter; the trees Shook off {
heir wintry moss, and promised to
.row green again; and the horse H
hesnut tree since called the horse
hesnut of the 20th of March, and {
ghich is ever the most precious of !
already few buds Of bright 4
st yerdure.
When the franciscan arrived, ne
aw two persons at the foot of this Is
rec. by whom he was still unseen,
nd softly crept behind statue, IRON
thence he could overhear all they
old. They were a young man tai-
eady known to him) and a woman
idden in long mantle and black
ilkImaslz, in whom, however, be could
asily recognize one Of the most cei- i