The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1857-09-30

an--what makes thes6 but vice! we vtsi
a well conducied orphan asylum, the off
spring of various temper and temperaments
and there we perceive joyousuess and inuo'
cence, for no child is born with an anxious
face; no infant is cent into the world with a
hang dog counienance. Even where the
stamp Of vice has begun to set lis seal, il may
be efTaced by care. Her Majesty has in her
possession some photographs Of boys snatch
ed from the streets, whose faces after few
months training we're scarcely to- be traced
in those portraits of their former fealures.---
Photography so nearly speaks The truth, that
it is likely TO become great adjunct to art.
education. True Il enlarges the prominent
features, and deepens the shadows as the
world exaggerstes The great characteristics Of
man; but It cannot create mind. Look at
Albert Durer's Man of Sorows'-.hat heav-
emily face with suffering body--and compare
il with The phontograph recently imported
vicious blase actor in q greasy wig Sun of
heaven, they use thee badly when they put
thy life-creatIug beams 10 such uses. Then,
too, there is fine piece Of spectacular en-.
craving, published by the Galvanographic
Company, called Don Quixoie : but where
is the amiab'e Don A ruffianly 'paterer' in
a chair surrounded BY stage properties, with
his eyes turned up, is there, having left his
vocation Of selling 'bull.roarers' on'y'apenny
for The sitting.
Wonderful as the discovery of phonogra-
ply, and minute as are lis delinealions, il can
only copy. Art can create, but can create
only up 10 the conception of q painter. LeIy's
women have no minds; Lawrence's ladies
small moraliues--like their painters. Geo.
Moreland loved pigs, Meniers beer-drinkers,
Sir Joshua Reynolds children, and their art
has been graced in accordance Herewith !;
while the amiable Fra Angelica, although so
successful in his Paradise, when he came
10 paint SaIan and his crew in The Last Judg.
meni,' drew only distortions, and Giolli was
so successful with his Mandonna-the Moth
er Of mothers--,hat the very women of Flor.
ence wept as it was carried in procession to
church. What stride between this angelic
face and the frst portrait drawn 10 charcoal
by the hand Of love which turned to diamonds
to light up the cottage of fororn girl! Par.
see like, we give thanks TO the sun for hav.
ing destroyed that prolific race which distorted
The 'human divine a. five shillings per sil.
ting thanks, many thanks to it, for having
dissolved the portrait clubs, which sowea
inanities broadcast over the land al five guin.
cas- per head. '77'-'
We English have ever been fond of por.
traits, and have perhaps the. largest collection
in the world. could we gather them together;
not that we are vainer of our personal app
pearancs than other nations but home hab.
its seem 10 have developed in Us an especial
love for portraits and landscapes. There is
scarcely book whose sale has not been en-.
HANGED by portrait Of the author, if perhaps
we except " Dilworth" and other spelling as-
sisiants, with which are often accompanied
unpleasant "reminiscences. The portrait helps
10 illustrate the wiring, and clever work
without one is like talking TO beauty behind
curtain. But We often err in taking those
portraits. We select any time of life, any
condition Of mind, and that we transmit to
posterity as the lkness of .he man whereas
it is but glimpse, little more than shadow,
Of the living form. Ask the mother If ever a
painter drew all the sweetness TO be found ia
her beloved cbild's eyes; question the lover
about the Iockei at which he gazes so Oft and
80 earnestly, and see how he will disparage
the artist Yet true love is not blind, as the
ancients depicted it. 1t looks beneath the
surface--it searches the heart, and discovers
the connection between that and the face
Hatred is blind. Like the blow fly which
seeks tainted parts, it can only discover de.
feels. The poet, The painter, the musician,
and all who deal in poetic expression, should
be painted as soon Is the fire of their eyes
breaks forth The historian, the philosopher,
and all who think deeply just as thought be-
gins 10 line their brow; ihe holy man in bis
grey hairs while women Of oil classes should
be selected for poriraiture ere Time with his
rough fingers has brushed the bloom from her
cheeks. This may seem very fanciful to
| some minds but there is as much reason in il
as in selecting the flower when in its prime
--tbe rosebud for it's beauty, the opening Pc
tails for the scent. e
We have little conception how much love
liness is coupled with goodness, because SO
many Of the beautiful are dragged through
the sink-hole of vice, yet We s,ill keep on
with that inherent love of the elegant which
the Father Of all beauty has planted in u.s.
selecting lovely wives and adjoining our off.
spring with every ornament which can set of
their charms 10 advantage. Indeed, il is mol
easy 10 conceive the future destiny of the
human race when the reign Of peace shall
begin-when the second Paradise, for which
all sigh, shall be realized. Then the circle
of life being completed, women will reap
| pear as beautiful as her mother Eve; fol
beauty is normal, uglmess abnormal. But
what will man have gaineda knowledge
He had chosen to know the latter, he musi
suffer from it-conception of the feeling is
not sufficient; it must be nursed and fed
with the lifespring of his bosom. Perilous
choice but the man who is true to his soul
! shall CONQUER