Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-03-12

Anecdotes of Horace Yernes.
HORACE AND THE coNseRIPT.
1t was in the middle of this atelier, contin-
ues NJ. de Mirecourt, that a certain recruit
presented himself one day, shortly after he
had Joined his regiment, then in garrison at
Versailles. He was the most perfect Johnny
Raw (JeG7-Jeas) that could be possibly con-
ceived. His undress cap hung for the bare
lie on the very back of his head; his arms
swung to and fro; his legs like columns his
shoulders Won Di8u! such shoulders-inde-
s.syibable; his face so healthy, plump, and
JOlly '--1iseye So bette and full of candor.
painter.
''l wishes my picture, sir, to send down in
to the country Cj 'youdrions not portrait
pourp envoyer la bas aupays y and he drew
twenty-five francs out of his brooches pocket,
$50 whom do you wish to send ito your
lady love, no doubt Ga la maitresse, sans
doute?')
"lndeed, and 1 don't know (oh que men,
MID Catherine has got light wings OF her
own lest trop voltage; it is for mother Made
lelne."
f'For your mother, then
"Now you're right, old gentleman, they're
all crying their eyes out at home. thinking
that they'll never SEQ me more, and nv COM
rades say to me, be off to Horace Vernet.
that's the fellow that polishes off the troopers
like fun Gil Clique joliment les troupiers,' J
and here l am Twenty Ave francs, do YOU
see' the devil sous more have 1 got for
you, muttered the poor fellow, as he looked
at Horace, fearing his refusal.
GAN right" said the painter, 81 sball not
take too much money from you, never fear;
sit down there, my fine fellow, and lift IN
your cap bit; lnorbleau! l suppose you'd
like handsome pair of mustachios, would
you not p
"Please, sir, just would, if it's the same
to you to put on pair, my own are just
beginning to sprout a Bit" Calls poussent
deia.)
The painter completed the portrait in two
sittlngs, and the conscript offered him his five
and twenty francs most joyfully.
keep your money, my good FRIEND" said
he, "and be off and drink my health
The story very soon got about, ard Horace
Vernet became the idol Of the garrison at
Versailles.
HORACE AND LOUIS PHILIPPE.
His late Majesty was a great adnirer Of
those fine military countenances which are
everywhere visible through the battle pieces
of our great artists. In the celebrated one Of
La SmGla, they are nearly all portraits
Among the them King much admired the por-
trait OF an old soldier, bronzed with the dust
and the sun.
His Majesty spoke of it one day with great
gusto to Horace, who declared it to be true
likeness, and that he knew the original very
well "He has fought in Africa said he.
flor twelve years, with the most remarkable
courage.
Fouls Philippe still adniring the portrait Of
the veteran, remarked that he wore a cross of
1UTTUr,
THAT is the only bit of imagination in it,
said Horace. "Indeed, it is mistake; and /
have made up my mind to etface it,
The last part of his observation was given
by the painter in something of tone of. dis
appointment
He took up his pencil; but Lous Phil
lippe caught his arm, and said to him, with
smile -
You know that retouches never succeed very
well. l don't know better way to repair
your error, which was an involuntary one, than
by simply decorating the brave original as
soon as possible
81 expected as much" said the painter,
smiling in return, and feeling happy at the
success of this little rase.
HORACE AND THE SIGN PAINTER.
Driving his tilbury one morning through
the Rue Damphine, he got foul of a cart laden
with stones, and snapped one Of his shafts in
a instant. A sign painter perched On the top
Of ladder hard by, and paiDtinga beautiful
eoifecttou Of sausages upon the sign of pork
butcher, recognized the great artist, and com.
ing down at once from his perch, set to work
to tie up the shaft, which enabled Horace to
continue his route. Before starting, however, ?
the master of the tilbury slipped a piece of
gold into the good natured fellows hand.
ooh, Monsieur Vernet this to a brother r.
said he, with look Of sorrowful reproaeh.
Pardon my dear friend; but really what
am | to do to prove how greatful feel to
your'
Just give a touch Of the brush-that will
far more than repay me-" And he showed
Horace the ladder.
The latter climbed up without uttering q
word more than "Certainly." and he painted
in the centre of the sausages the most tempt
ing ham that was ever seen on signboard or
canvass.
"Ah, Monsieur Vernet Monsieur Vernet n
cried the hearty fellow, weeping with JOY,
and kissing the painters hand II shall new
er again dare to use this brush or this ladder
but shall leave them as a precious legacy to
my children.
A NEW BuGID1Na MATaRIAL.-The expen-
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