Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1854-11-29
MONMOUTH NfgBKG,Y HERALD.

scenes. lie was nevertheless determined
upon complete revenge and he appeal
ed to cooler reflection to furnish q suita-
bic punishment as the passions are bad
counsellors.
lie left Italy, and retired with his wife
to England, saying nothing but an qevoir
to the artist. When he reached England,
he told his wife of the discovery he had
made, and gave her back to her fathers
hands.
He then returned to the Continent
alone, and visited Germany, Russia, and
France, where he purchased a great many
paintings. He then went to Italy, mean
while continuing to purchase paintings,
and at last-two years had now passed
away since their last meeting he called
on the German painter, who still lived in
Rome, and demanded satisfaction from
him.
Ills challenge was accepted, and the
Englishman. according to the European
custom, being the offended party, selected
the weapons; he choose pistols. During
the past two years he practiced daily for
several hours, and his known address
with the pistol had become an unerring
certainty of shot. He sent the shot to
whatever point he wished it to go.
The parties went to the ground; they
were placed at thirty PAGES apart with
the privilege of advancing ten PAGES be-
fore firing. The signal was given
One two fre!"
The last word was hardly out of the
seconds mouth when the Englishman
fred without moving. His antagonists
pistol fell from his hand, and was dischar-
ged by the fall, the ball burying itself in
the ground. The Englishman's ball had
shattered the artists wrist; an amputa-
ton was necessary-his career of artist
was ended-and forever.
A few days after the amputation, the
Englishman called on him, and without
noticing the angry reception he met said
to the suffering artist:
" If you think my vengeance is satisfied
with your shattered hand, and the wreck
Of your artists career, you strangely I'M
derrate the agony ola deceived, dishon-
ored husband. l have condemned you to
a life Of vain regrets, to a never ending
series of impotent sighs, to total obliv-
ion by all amateurs and historians of
art"
0, no, sir" interrupted the artist his
face beaming with ray of hope; the
last you cannot do My Madonna at ST.
Petersburg; my Luther, at Berlin; my
Flight into Egypt; at Paris, my
The Englishman interrupted him in
turn
Spare me-" said he, the masses of
your works: but look over this catalogue
and see if have not the exact list of
them all 2"
Yes, they are all here, even the paint
ing finished the day before the duel"
g So am persuaded. All the paintings
in this catalogue are my property, | do
with them what please, and | burn them
aye, / burn every one Of them, that
your name shall be effaced from the glo-
rious roll of artists. In two hours from
this time, your toll, your conceptions, your
skill, will be as completely efaced from
this world as the lines which the urehin
traces in thf. sand Aa-a effaead bs - Q al
sing tide. Fire is as destructive as wa
ter"
In vain the poor artist begged for mer-
cy. The wronged husband was insensi-
bic to his applications; and in two hours
the servant brought to the artists room
a large earthen vessel, commonly used to
contail oil, filed with ashes. 1t was all
that remained Of the artists paintings.