The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-10-27


But, dear, good Andrea may reallys Will
Yes, you may really go-now if you like
Get your cap, am going" q III
Perino snatched up the torn Bit Of clotl
which he dignified with that name, and, al
first trotted meekly behind his new protector
| Then, ne drew up to his side, and, finally
E, slipped his hand into his broad palm. "Oh
am too happy How can | thank you ?''
US all he could think or say.
II andrea was not great artist, but he
i tauht Perino all he knew and whon the
. 'a'tefwas eleven years old, he placed him
under tn. instruction of Rdolfo Chiriandio.
N'dolfo possessed genius, and wrought ra Did
~ ana well. He had also in his studio a
pupii, Toto del Nunziata, whose superior ac-
quirements were constant incentive to Pc
rlno, who studied with the utmost diligence
until he had left all his fellow students far
visited Florence, who being unable I'd desig gn
with ease and spirit, desired to attach to
himself some youth able to make up for his
defects. Being delighted with Perino, whose
uncommon beauty was equaled only by his
charming manner, he invited him to accom-
pany him to Rome, promising that he would
do all in his power to secure his advancement.
Wild with enthusiasm at the very mention
of Rome, Perino ran to his master, and then
to Andrea del Ceri, begging permission to
accept the offer of the stranger. 1t was re-
luctantly granted, and the boy, with the
brightest hopes Just shaded, not obscured by
his regrets, babe adieu to his native city,
Vaga however, took him first to Toscanella.
and finding himself benefited even beyond
his expectations by the services of the boy,
put Oft, upon one. and another pretence, the
anticipated journey to Rome. Heart-sick at
the delay, Perino thought remorsefuy of
the loving Andrea, the indulgent Ridolfo, the
brilliant Toto, and louged for another look
at the "cupola" (of the Cathedral,) out of
sight of which, it has been iestingly said, no
Florentine can be content to live Impatience
followed this desire and throwing down his
brushes, one day, he asked, master, how
many months has it been since we came
from Florence?"
| II scarcely know" returned Vaga, smi-
ling and coloring. eve have been so busy
we have not had time to count them ?''
mo matter" returned Pcrino, bitterly.
II have numbered them. and to some pur-
pose shall go alone to Rome
THAT you Shall not do" returned Naga
moved in part by his sense of justice, in
part by desire to retain the youth as al,
assistant. THAT you shall net do. dear
Perino, will go with you, and We viii set
| out Tomorrow" ....
once in Rome, TerIITu's Il -pi r,n--44, hi4shar
and higher; and finding it impossible to
withdraw him from its noble productions
'aga contented himself with recommending
him to some ordinary painters, and left him
without work and without money, stranger
~ 2 strange city. Perino did not realize
his destiiution until, having hidden his mas
ter farewell, he returned at twilight, tired
and hungry after his days work, and sud
denly recollected that he had not so much
money in his pocket as would buy a bunch
of grapes. Despair seized him FOR minute:
then, sprincing mp, he said aloud in the re.
action offeeline, courage, courage, peuno !,
Why, the dear old goat, Bibbienna, thy fos-
ter-mother, would be ashamed ofthc! Truly
thou hast not been so daintilv nurtured that
thou canSt not endure hunger single night.
Shame on the at this rate thou, wilt never
be an artist?' No. @.l8esN-g u &.k
Before sleeping he had laid his plans for
the future, which he resolutely carried out.
tie divided his time equally, proposing to
devote one half to such work as he could OBJ
tam, and tl the other half with his studies.
To the second portion he added the festivals,
and great part of his nights, and sleeping
where nc could, and eating only so much as
was necessary to support life. One day. as
ne was drawing in the chapel of Pope Julius,
the ceiling of which had been painted by
Michael Angelos he saw young man enter
whom he knew to be Giulio Romano. the
the favorite pupil of Raphael, and beloved by
him as son. His black hair waved above
pair OF cheerful, sparkling dark eyes, his
face wore an expression ofkindness, and his
graceful figure was set off to the best ad
vantege by an attire as rich as was consistant
with good tast. Peirino would willingly
have shrunk from his notice, bu. Romano
approaching him, saluted him cordially, and
casting glance upon the unfinished sketch,
exclaimed, "Is it possible? you should ioin
the pupils of Raphael rt+s i.
II have not the MEANS" replied Perino. in
low tone; his eyes instinctively falling up
on his worn and faded tunic, which, bearing
here fragment ofplaster, there dash of
paint, betraying the variety ofhis occupations
and the scantiness of his wardrobe.
"Never mind the tunic, friend, with a
pencil like that" replied Romano; and then
he shouted, francesca francesca"
Perino's blush deepened till it grew pain
ful, for, besides that he was less certain of
Francesco's gentle qualities than of those of
Romano, he had a sister, Caterina, whom he
had begun to, worship as one might bow
down to an ideal Of surprising worth and
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