New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-11-24

again, and said, sighing a No, no, my trusty
friend, we have no longer any right TO be here
That day, Teniers returned 10 his solitary home
more sad than usual.
. Why did cell the chateau I" said he with
bitterness. se There should have been, in
some sort, nearer to my dear Anne. In those
old favorite haunts might STILL in imagination,
have seen and heard her" /" ss@
The next day, he could not refrain from re-
farming to Perck. The chateau was then in the
possession Of wealthy retired counselor named
DeFresne. The latter meeting Teniers in the
| neighborhood, and recognizing him, begged him
| to accompany him to his old home, and consider
himself still its master The counselor pre-
sented him to his daughter, Isabelle de Fresno.
She was young and fair, and had the same ten
der and simple look as Anne Breughel. Teniers
was delighted with her. She painted a little
Teniers offered to give her lesson shower Of
rain began fall, and the advocate gadly took ad-
vantage of the circumstance to detain his guest
The poor painter almost believed himself living
| again in his ancient splendor. The sweet face
of Anne Breughel was missing but Isabelle de
Fresno was not wanting IN charms.
"Wbat pity said bis host. over the dessert,
that you should have taken it into your head
/ to leave the chateau! 1t was to increase the
patrimony of your children, I am aware; but
that appears to me to be carrying paternal
affection too far. Such genius as yours should
have palace for an abode"
/ Nature is rny palace" replied the artist,
casting at the same time wstful look at the
gilded panels Of the Chateau des Trois Tours.
| s. My greatest pleasure, Mons. Teniers," said
\ the counselor, Sc wo uld be to see you here all
| the fine season" &55
ssAh,'' said Teniers, Sc / should be too happy
| to live in such good and fair society, but my
| fete-days are past. Once was not only q
painter, but fine gentleman now am only
painter. All my pleasures are now associated
with my pallet. ! shall continue to depict
scenes Of happiness, but it will be the happi-
ness Of others " So saying, Teniers regarded
Isabella tenderly. The young lady blushed,
and turned the conversation into another cham
/ nel Is sa
The next morning Teniers rose .at daybreak
to return to Brussels. While his horse was
feeding, he took stroll through one of his fa-
vorite haunts upon the borders Of the lake. It
4 was clear, fresh morning; light wind was
slowly moving the mists along the fields Of VII
| vorde; the country, refreshed with the rain Of
the night before, filled the air with sweet odors
| and the sun, just risen, touched the glittering
tree tops and the towers Of the chateau. Ar
mold Houbraken relates this story Teniers
| was leaning against the trunk Of q tree, sur
veyDg the lake and the chateau, lost in thought,
when suddenly raising his eyes toward the win
dow where he had often seen Anne Breuehei
looking out on fine evenings, her image appear ed
there as if by enchantment. 1T is she, with
her light hair falling in curls." he exclaimed.
ss 1t is the sweet face, full of beauty and
innocence" But in another moment he recog-
; nized Isabelle de Fresno g Alas!" he ex-
! claimed, it is not she; and yet -
He returned to the chateau, mounted his
: horse, and rode away slowly. All that week he
did nothing well. He attempted to paint from
memory portrait Of Isabelle de Frespe, and
failed; and yet, when it was but half finished, the
face had seemed to remind him at the same time
1.A1 D. LII II Ill i. T.
. Those two delightful images were for ever pres
eat to his mind; he sought to divert his thoughts
from them, afraid of falling in love again. He
) made journey into France, and even set out
for Italy but he had scarcely arrived at Lyons,
when his new passion compelled him to retrace
his steps On his return he found letter from
the counselor, complaining Of his neglect.
ssCome, my dear Teniers,' be wrote, s the
( very peasants are anxious to see their old mas
ter again; and my daughter Isabelle finds that,
even from such skillful master as you, a sin
gle lesson in painting is not enough
Teniers started Immediately for Perck. The
= counselor pressed him to pass the remainder Of
I the season at the chateau. The painter &C.
cepted his invitation, and boldly installed him
!, self there's hardly sure that it not more dan
gerous to fly from the presence of Isabelle, thar
!, to see her continually.
b 1t happened-aceidentally no doubt-thai
It the young lady had for an attendant one of tn
e femmes de chambre Of Anne Breughel. This wa
I. another illusion for the painter, who, when b
a met her, found himself often about to ask he
lr whether his wife was abroad in the garden, Oh
= in the walks in the neighborhood. The woman
$, by force of habit no doubt dressed her Dev
T mistress exactly like her previous one Their
g was the same arrangement of the hair, the sam,
g cap, the same lace, the identical colors. TIE
niers, meeting this living "reminiscences some
I times upon the stairs. or in dnsky passages o
4lxo o11 nInAaa aa1f
,, dream. More than once, on kissing the hand o
g Isabelle de Fresno, the old time seemed to hin
lc to have come back again Every day he dis
IN covered some new point of resemblance Las
" night, il was her hand to-day, it is her foot
I'd to -morrow, she will sing, and her voice will
OF the very counterpart of Anne BreughePs. Neye
re was illusion more perfect at all points.
le ssWhat ails you, my friend ?" asked his hos
nc one day. surprised at his absent and anxiou
9, look ssDoes not our way of life please you
t. "Yes," said Teniers; it is nothing--a pas,
n, ing recollection-a momentary regret. 1t
I'D gone now"
ce One evening, after sunset, he was sittin
e. again upon the ground beside the little lake
o. idly brushing the tall water grasses with hi
to feet Isabelle and her servant passed him in tn
ed pleasure boat The light veil of evening fallin
p upon land and water confirmed the painter
n misty reyerie; he was no longer master Of hin
d. self, as in the broad day light. The head of tn
"a: skif grazed lightly on the bank, and he rushe
N forward. s-
fe sAnne Anne!" be exclaimed, when the
ne found themselves alone. Pardon me, Isabel
ng meant" continued he, falling at her feet
n the chivalrous manner of the times.
We ssWell,n said she, carried away by his mai
IN ner. Anne Breughel, if you will" 1t may
n easily imagined that the young Isabelle, perhal
ry a little romantic, had secretly loved TeniGr
his that touched by his sorrow for Anne Breughs
IN she had undertaken the task of consoling hin
nut coming by degrees, by means of these Illusion
his to take the place of his adored wife,
ere Three weeks afterwards, Teniers married t
he daughter of the counselor. He returned to Il
I'd chateau, and took again to his old way of lii
lat Isabelle de Fresno, charmed by the simplicity
J his genius, and his noble manners, RENAME
lue devoted to him till the time of her death. s
knew that her greatest charm fer him was tn
len she reminded him of his first wife. Far fro
ca complaining or feeling vexed on that aceouI
me she took pains to acquire the habits Of An
Try Breughel, with the generous intention of pie
me sing her husband. Teniers, in his turn, d
ing lighted with having found so sweet q eompanio
ms loved her for her own and for Anne Breughe
lty sake
rem The painter survived his second wife, and di
on at the age of upwards of eighty. After h
rs, death, he returned to Brussels again. and liv
Ved in strict retirement devoted to his art One
ear hso CONG Eropn;ccon monk Mt Matines he