The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1863-12-11


Vile often found upon the canvass of
some one OF his pupils sketches or
specimens Of drawing imperfect and
unfinished, but bearing the impress
ofgenius. they were executed du-
ring the night, and he was utterly mn
o-H- ~ .cyI. .'',...4-. ---..s.la-. o.
morning the pupils had arrived at
the studio before him, and were group
cd before an easel, ultering exclama-
tions ofdelighted surprise, when DIu-
rillo entered His astonishment was
quite equal to their own on finding
an unfinished head OF the virgin, Of
exquisite outline, with many touches
of snrpassin% beauty. He appealed
Grst TO one and then the another of
the Young gentlemen TO see if they
could Law claim 90 the choice but mys-
terioGs production, but they returned
q sorrowful negative? ale who has
left this tnccry will one day be mas
ter OF us all. "Sebastan ~ said he
III youthful slave stood trembling
before him--who occupies his studio
at night"
~ NO 'l' Ilb ulN5cll. ptuOE.
"Wcll. take your station here to-
might and ifyou do not inform me Of
The mysterious visitant TO this room
thirty lashes shall be your reward on
the morrow
He bowed in quiet submission and
retired. That night he threw his
mattress before the easel and slept
s0undly till the clock struck three
He then sprunr from his couch and
exclaimed: "Ehree hours are my
m0star r' He then seized a palate
and took his seat at the frame, to erase
the work of the preceding night
With brush in hand to make the OBJ
liyious stroke, he paused: go those
eyes said he, said he, "thcy pierce
mo through! that blood will run from
those purple veins; cannot, o, can
not erase it! rather let me finish it,"
He went 10 work and soon the
slave. the darllaned brow, the child
OF toll and suffering, are merged in
youthful spirit, rising from the i'm
petus of his own deathless energies
intoa sphere OF liberty and bright
beauty.
\ little cOloring here, touch there
q soft shade here; and thus three hours
rolled UNDECIDED by. 80, those beam
ing eyes! those lips, they will speak
and bless mc, my beautiful O, my
beautiful IA slight noise caused him
TO look up, Murillo with his pupils
stood around, the sunshine was peer
ing brightly through the easement,
while yet the uneYtinguished taper
burned. Again he was a slave, and
the spirits folded wing scarce seem
cl TO Guttcr. His eyes fell beneath
their cager gaze
"WhO is your master; Sebastian"
"Ion, Senor.'
81 have never given You lessons"
$40, but you gave them to these
Y0unr gentlemen, and heard them"
Eyes, you have done better, You
have proitcd by them. Does This
boy deserve punishment or reward.
my dear pupis|
"Rewaid, senor." was the quick
response.
"What shall it be p
\ One suggested suit of clothes,
anothora sum OF money; bntno chord
was touched in the captiye's bosom.
! Another said;
"rlc master feels kindly to-day;
ask vour freedom, Sebastian"
lie slnl, on hi3 knees, aad a groNn
OF anguish burst from him; he lifted
his burning eyes to his masters face
"the freedom Of my tather!'
Tho henth chill hal passed from
his haart, aud he breathed. Murillo
folded him in his bosom your
pencil shows that yop haze talent,
your request thlt YOU have a heart
YOU are nb longer my slave, bIs my
SON! Happy Mlrillo! I have not
painted bat made painter"
There are still to be seen in classic
Italy many beautiful specimens from
tNo pencils OF 5Iurillo and Seba"tian.