Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1857-02-07
For the Sentinel.
The Alnbrotypist and the Conscript.
By FLINTWINCH.

The real artst--one who understands his
profession thoroughy--cannot fail to have ma
ny visitors, professionally and otherwise, and
! to meet with many pleasing incidents in the
course oF his career. and consequent upon the
practice of his art.
] had just arrived in the beutiful and ancient
city of Blois, on my return to Paris, after We.
ry successful tour to the South Of France, and
had barely got my rooms in order, and my
specimens as usual displayed at my door, when
a youth entered and informed me that an
old gentleman just arrived in Bois, and peno
sioRnGire at the house of his mother, desired
to see an Ambrotypist; he wished portrait
taken, but was too i'll to leave his room.
was not the frat time had taken my ap.
paratus TO the sick chamber, nor would it have
been to the bed Of death and with the assis-
tance of the youth soon arrived at the hotel.
was at once ushered into the sick mans
apartment; but was taken by surprise on being
received By most lovely girl about seventeen.
whom soon discovered was his daughter
The old gentleman seemed very weak he
bid me take seat beside him, and at once
opened upon the business for which came.
"You are an Ambrotypist, presume 2"
replied in the affirmative.
perhaps You think it-an-odd fancy, ma~
ny would; 'rhaps it wonld have been-wiser
to-daughter, sip of the tizan."
The beautiful girl, in whose large, melting
eyes + could discern two gIistening tears, has
tened to give the desired cordial.
"Wiser to have--sent for physician; but,
no, no; that is past-that is past"
"Dear father" said the afflicted daughter i'm.
poringly, "do not talk thus"
sand don't-wan't Notary, either" con-
tinded the old man in soliloquizing mood;
"the inundation has made Notary unnecessa-
ry-and E--my poor daughter!"
The speaker covered his face with his hands
to hide his tears; his daughter threw herself
upon his breast. was deeply moved by this
picture of fraternal feeling, and arising, went
10 the window
"Ob, my poor father, think not of your mis-
fortunes now," sobbed the distressed girl.
"WelE-well," responded the father with
little more frmness, 81 will try not but--you
want my portrait--'tis all | have to give you,
my child--my poor Annette; could but know
even that D'Alencon yet lives" n
Father" said Annette, beseechingIy.
"But what will become Of you, dear child,
when--I am gone ?"
'CaIm yourself, fatber-the Convent of ST.
Croix is now, happily not far distant, my jour-
ney amidst the scenes of the world is also near
ly at an end But, father, rouse YOURSELF she
continued, ,endeayoring TO assume more cheer
full tone, "you know how anxious am to have
your portrait--and see, the gentleman is watt
ing"
sTrue--true," said the old man, and prepa-
rations were at once made for the desired Am
brotype.
was glad matters had got 10 this point; for
it is painful to third party, scene such as
have here attempted, from memory, to describe.
/ succeeded, after some difficulty, in getting
an excellent likeness of the old gentleman,
which the daughter seemed enraptured with.
I had taken great fancy 10 Annette; she