Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-11-06

Lily VIII Ylelu Ioresee II citdIlJ' dH
this sun of my life. this life of my hear
will fade with the June roses.
He turned the picture to the wall, cover
ed it with three CT four unfinished sketche!
and went out. He passed hecdleSsly OF
seeing neither the promenaders agains
whom he jostled so careleSsly, nor the boat
covered with busy families now clearin
away the fragments Of the evening meal
seeing neither the exquisite carvings no
the painted windows, to which he had neve
been refused his gaze; full of propheti
fear, an intOlerable sense of coming ILL.,
Tired at last, he sat down on a bridge o
the canal. The rays of the setting SUI
Redeemed the trunks of the great trees OIL
either side, warmed the gray stones of the
parapet, and shot far along the water
weaving thereon gold and crimson threads
The cream-tinted. honey-yielding linden
blossoms were musical with the hum of be-
lated bees, which shook down a shower Of
yellow pollen, and whose soothing hum was
answered from the garden close at hand by
equally diligent compatriOts in fragrant
thyme bed. Acquaintances passed the
painter with a merry word, careless jest,
or an invitation to some rural festival.
without eliciting much reply; and he was
about to return home, when the subject of
his thoughts slowly and wearily approached
Her step had lost its spring, and her eyes
were dim with tears which she had shed,
and with those which were still to follow
Lilly, dear Lily" said Nicholas, spring
ing up, 81 am 50 glad that you have come
l must tell you of the new portrait have
painted of you, with Money Bags at your
feet, as fine as velvet and lace can make
him, offering you goblet of gold pieces,
upon which you sometimes frown and some
times look bewildered and perplexed."
Hush !' replied the girl, softly. ''hush-
Nicholas, hush Youmust burn that can
vass and never paint my silly face again.
And you must never say Money Bags to
me, for l am sold to him, and here is part
Of the price which he has already paid. -
Lily held up her hand as she spoke, and
revealed hoop of great, cleaning pearls.
"Do you speak truly, Lily?"' Asked
PiemOnt, ''and is there for me no hOpe?"
Il DO speak truly, Nicholas, and there
is no hope f T either of US, at least none for
me, but the hope of peace. l am tired out
with the coaxing and scOlding-tired Of the
constant talk about the evils of poverty
and the comforts of wealth-tired of allu-
sieRs to diso6eaient chiidren-tired of ny |
self | am not strong like you, and can
not keep up under it.
"Strongl" returned the painter, 81 am
not strong! Without you, Lily, am moth
ing"
The unhappy speaker, overcome for the
moment with the certainty of his fate, near
ly tainted and would have fallen into the
canal but for the quick movements of the
maiden, who supported him for moment,
and then, reckoning to a friend at little
distance, resigned him to his care and left
him lest a full return of consciousness
should make the parting too painful.
For long time Nicholas was nearly in
despair. He shut himself up in his stadio,
or wandered aimlessly about the streets.
broOding upon his misfortunes, of which he
never spoke, but which he never forgot
The vivid fancy which had so greatly aided
his pencil became now his torment: and
the sensibility which, breathed into his
landscapes, had attracted the least impress
sible among his critics, added thousand
fold to his regrets. His neglected pencil
was fast reducing him to poverty, and his
neglected health threatened speedy end
to his sorrows in the grave, when a friend
kindly and judiciously urged him to 90 to
1taiy. He did not ask him to study there.
for which the poor artist had neither the
ambition nor energy, but he assured him
that life would be far more tolerabIe among
strangers and in the midst of new and stir
ring scenes
Nicholas consented, and was scarcely
out of Amsterdam before he felt the new
vigOr inspired by travel and upon arri7-
ing at Rome he found his health re-estah-
hshed and his. curiosity awake Every
thing delighted him,-the ever gushing
fountains, rising in simple Jets or playing q
through the mouths of monsters unknown
to science; the countless statues; the vast
churches-gray and old, and carved with
such lavish fancy, such patient hand; the
great palaces with their manifold memo
massive walls overhung with ivy;
the petty traders at their open stalls gar
nished with laurel and the golden cistus;
the women tending their babes and COS. {
siping over their spindles in the sun. and
the devout kneeling before the bedizened
shrines undisturbed by the chant of impro-
visatore, or the heavy blows of the smith,
who, with no shop but the street, sang as
Justify as he wrought his glowing fire
Presently he saw al inn with withered
bush for a sign. In front was portico. Y
by small pillars of brick, where, '
at little tables, peasants swallowed sour
vine while they played at cards and dice.
rom two spouts in the wall the water s
aowed into basin at which horses and '
mules drank, crowned for the moment with |
he red gillihower which grew in the chinks q
lbove. Behind the house was garden,
with two gigantic expresses,
where grape vines clambered about, and '
where juicy melons and well-favored figs 4
ipened. AclOud of silver-gray doves were v
'erPetually in motion, alighting like snow b
lakes on the ground, and again flying back 5
o their home, high up the roof The Q
PAINTER was charmed He entered and
isked for bread and lodging. Il
"Ah, that shall you have, and of the C
best too, said the bustling smiling mis- S
ress; and she went herself up the steep. b
harrow stairs to little room under the a
'oOf, with crazy balcony, which, howev- Fl
II, she declared was great deal stronger d
han it appeared. b
Nicholas was satisfied. for he could look T
nto the street, which, crooked and dirty, il
vas yet busy thOroughfare, or over a
Iense tangle of verdure, where, through d