The daily Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1855, 1855-03-16

and friendship, he said nothing he disliked
scenes. He was, nevertheless, determined upon
complete revenge, and he appealed to cooler
reflections to furnish forth suitable punish
ment as the passions are bad councillors
I He left Italy and retired with his wife to
England saying nothing but au reuoar to the
artist. When he reached England, he told his
wife of the painful discovery he had made, and
gave her back to her fathers hands.
de then returned to the Continent alone,
and revisited Germany. Russia and France,
where he purchased q great many paintings
d. He then went to Italy, meanwhile continuing
to purchase paintings, and at last two years
had passed away since their meetingj he called
On the artist who still lived in Rome, and de-
manded satisfaction from him.
His challenge was accepted, and the Eng
lishnlan. according to the European custom,
much better than ours, being the offended party,
selected the weapons; chose pistols.
During the past two years he had practiced
daily for several hours and his known address
with the pistol had acquired certainty OF
shot. He sent the shot wherever he wished it
to go. ..-s.s4- - ~
The parties went on the ground ). they were
placed at 80 PAGES apart, and with the privi-
l'ge Of advancing 10 PAGES before firing. The
signal was given---One, two, fire l
The word " fire" seemed scarcely out of the
seconds mouth, when the Eng fred with.
out moving. His antagonists pistol fell from
his hand, and was discharged by the fall, the
bail bulying itself in the ground.
The Engiishmans bail had shattered the ar
lists wrist an amputatiOn was necessary
the career of the artist was ended--foreyer.
A few days after the amputation, the Eng
iisbman called on him, and not noticing the
angry reception he met, said to the suffering
artist:
"If you think my vengeance is satisfied with
your sha tered hand and the wreck of your
artists career you strangely underrate the ag'
ony Of deceived, dishonOred husband, though
| have condemned you to life OF vain regrets
to never ending series of impotent signs, to
a total oblivion, by all amateurs and historians
Of art
"Oh no, sir, said the artist, his face beaming
with 81 ray of hope, the last you cannot do
My Madonna at st. Petersburg, my Luther at
Berlin my flight into Egypt, in Paris, MY
The Englishman here interrupted him in
turn.
"Spare me the name of your works. said
he, =" but look over this catalogue and see if
have not an exact list Of all Of them.
Yes, they are all here, even to the painting
that finished the day before the duel.
$50 was persuaded. All the paintings in
this catalogue are my property Being my
property, do with them what please, and |
7 please to burn them.--aye, to burn every one
of them, that your name shall be effaced from
the glorious roll of artists
In two hours from this time, your oil, your
conceptions, your skill will be as completely eff
faced from this world as the lines which the
urchn traces in the sand, are effaced by the ris.
ing tide. Fire is as destructive as water
In vain did the poor artist beg for mercy
The wronged husband was insensible to his
supplication and in two hours the servant
brought to the artists room large earthen
vessel, commonly used to contain oil, filled with
ashes. 1t was all that remained of his paint
ings.