The true Democrat., 1854-05-09

WnO nad no children, IS adorned With a crown; and the feet of the countess Is encircled with her children. The tomb and the monument are still shown to the inquisitive traveller.
 The relation of this curious circumstance, brings to our mind another, which took place several hundred years after. It refers to LAMARTINE'S MOTHER
 It was the fate of the father of Lamartine, the great living French poet and orator, to be mixed up with the first French revolution.- During that stormy period, he with great num- Der of his compatriots, were immured in prison at Macon. He was not there long before his wife, with her child took lodgings opposite the window of the cell which enclosed the republ- can. She soon drew his attention to herself and his child, which, though he could not speak to her for fear of the sentinel, reconcied him In some measures to his captivity, and lessened the burden of his woes. My mother" says Lamartine, 'carried me every day in her arms to the garret window, showed me to my father, gave me nourishment before him, made me stretch out my little hands towards the bars of hls prison, then, pressing my forehead to her breast, she almost devoured me with kisses in the sight of the prisoner, and seemed thus to wait him mentally all the caresses which she lavished on me''
 At last she hit on the happy expedient of conveying him letters in the following manner: She procured bow and some arrows, and tying letter to a thread, she shot the arrow, to which was attached the other end of the thread, into the window of the prisoners cell. In this way she sent him pens, ink and paper. He then, by the same ingenious expedient, sent love let. ters to her. Thus the separated wife and hus- band were enabled to correspond, to cheer each oil hOnoc IL mistortunes. This was all done at night time when the scrutinizing eyes of the sentinels re- mained in happy ignorance of the medium of communication. Success having inspired cour- age, the lady, with the assistance of the arrow and thread, afterwards conveyed file to the captive, with which hesilently filed through one ot the bars of the prison, and then restored it to Its place. On the next evening" when there was no moonlight stout cord was fastened to the thread and transmitted to the prisoner The rope was firmly fastened on the one end to a beam in the garret of the lady: and the other end to the bars of the cell; then mounting the rope, above the heads of the sentinels he cros- sed the street, and found himself in the arms of his wife, and beside the cradle of his child.- Such an adventure required the heros courage and the philosophers caution, and none but those who were personally interested in it can ever imagine the feelings which must have agi- tated their hearts. From time to time, when the night was dark, the knotted cord would glide from window to window, and the prisoner would pass from knot to knot, and enjoy de- Hghful hours of converse with her whom he loved best on earth.
 We will conclude the present paper on the potency of love, by giving one more illustration, and we venture to assert that history never re- corded, nor song enshrmed, anything more TO- mantle than the life of
 SOLARIO, THE ITALIAN PAINTER.
 Solario de Antonio was originally gipsey, or wandering tinker, and 1t was in this charac- ter he made his appearance, in the beginning of the fifteenth century, in Naples. He was then m the habit of going from street to street, and house to house, in way of his peculiar craft While In that city, he by chance got some jobs to do in the house of Colantonio del Fiere, a distinguished painter. The painter had a beau tiful daughter; the young lady was seen by Solario, who at first sight fell in love with her. The tinker, though of humble origin and pur- suing menial calling, carried with him warm heart, and bold and enthusiastic mind. This was evinced by his taking the courageous step of going to Colantonio, and actually asking him for the hand of his daughter in marriage His application was treated with ridicule by Colan- tonic, who, by way of extnguishing the poor gipsey's hopes, told him that he meant to be- stow his daughter on some one who was as good painter as himself. "Then will you accept of me-" said Solerlo, ''for your son-in-law, if after certain time should present myself with that qualification?' Will you give me ten years to learn to paint, and so enttle myself to the hand of your daughter?' The painter thinking that he was not hazarding much by agreeing to such a proposal, and wishing to get rid of the impe- tuous importunities of the tinker, which were becoming rather alarming acceded to Solario's request, on condition that he left Naples, and did not show his face for that number of years The agreement having been ratified by respec- table witnesses one of whom was princess, the reigning kings sister, who perhaps joined in the affair for the fun of it, Solario left Naples for Rome, but no one would encourage him in his pursuit of art and love under dif1iculties.- Hearing Of Lppo Dalmas, apainter of Bologna he repaired thither. Hippo also attempted to discourage him; but not to be baff1ed with diff fculties, or deterred by ridicule, he pressed his application so perseverngly employing even tears to aid his entreaties, that the reluctant painter was at least induced to admit him as pupil. But all difficulties were not yet an end. He was poor, and to supply his necessities, he would frequently go to the neighboring villages in his profession of tinker, and return with un- quenched ardor to the performance of the higher duties of the artist. His application was un- ceasing as his progress was unquestionable. He had not been with Hippo long before his master and fellow-students saw that he had within him the germs of genius and sufficient industry and enthusiasm to ultimately insure success; and those who at first laughed at him, for his ad- venturous love, now encouraged him to perse- were with unceasing activity in the great work to which he had luckily committed himself- He remained six or seven years with Hippo, and then left Bologna to visit the other great cities of Italy, with view to improve himself in his art by studying the various styles of the great masters. He spent three years in this way, during which time he visited Florence Ferrara Venice, and other of the most celebrated cities in Europe. After a lapse of years he returned to Naples, unknown only as celebrated artist. He was engaged to paint the portrait of the fa- vorite Princess at that time, and she, becoming acquainted with his history resolved to help him in the accomplishment of his designs.- cll.. n c