The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1863-12-04
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Of his pupils sketches or specimens Of
drawing imperfect and unfinished. but
bearing the impress Of genius. They
were executed during the night. and he
was utterly unable to conjecture the au
thor. One morning the pupils had ar
rived at the studio before him. and were
grouped before an easel, utteriag excla.
nations Of delighted surprise, when Mu
rillo entered. His astonishment was
quite equal TO their own on finding an
unfinished head of the virgin, Of e1qui.
site outline, with many touches Of sur
passing beauty. He appealed Erst to
one and then the another Of the young
gentlemen to see if they could lay claim
to the choice bat mysterious production,
but they returned sorrowful negative
"He who has left this trsoery will one
day be master of US all. Sebastian T.
said he-s youthful slave stood trembling
before him-who occupies his studio a.
night |"
"No one but myself, Senor."
"Wsll, take your station here tonight,
and if you do not inform me of the mys
terious visitant to this room, thirty lashes
shall be your reward on the morrow"
He bowed in quiet submission and re-
tired. That night he threw his mattress
before the easel and slept soundly till the
clock struck three. He then sprang
from his couch and exclaimed: "Three
hours are my own. the rest are my mas
teri" He then seiGed q pallat, and
took his seat at the frame, to erase the
work of the preceding night. With brush
in hand to make the oblivious stroke, he
paused: 30 those eyes" said he. "they
pierce nae through that blood will run
from those purple veins; cannot, 0,
cannot erase it rather let me finish it."
He went to work and soon the slave,
the darkened brow, the child of toll and
suffering, are merged in a youthful spirit,
rising from the impetus Of his own death.
less energies into sphere Of liberty and
bright beauty.
A little coloring here, touch there, q
soft shade here and thus three hours
rolled unheeded by. 40, those beaming
eyes those lips, they will speak and bless
me, my beautiful o, my beautiful IA
slight noise caused him 10 look up, Mu-
rillo with his pupils stood around the
sunshine WAS peering brightly through
the easement. while yet the unextinguised
taper burned. Again he was slave. and
the spirits folded wing scarce seemed to
tlutter. His eyes fell beneath their eager
gaze" .. ....
"Who is your master; Sebastian ?"
"You, Senior" ....
"Your drawing master, mean %
"You, Senor."
II have never given you lessons"
"No, but you gave them to these young
gentlemen, and / heard them"
eyes, you have done better, you have
profited by them Does this boy deserve
punishment or reward, my dear pupils?"
Crews ard, Senor," WAS the quick re-
sponse. .,.
"What shall it be ?"
One suggested suit of clothes, anoth-
er sum of money ; but no chord was
touched in the captive's bosom. Anoth-
or said a
",The master feels kindly to-day; ask
your freedom, Sebastian"
He sunk on his knees, and a groan Of
anguish burst from him !; he lifted his
burning eyes to his masters faoe-"the
freedom of my father p
The death-ohll had passed from his
heart, and he bresthed. Murllo folded
him in his bosom. "Your psncil shows
that you have talent, your request that
you have hsart-yon are no longer my
slave, but my son Happy Murillo! Il
have not painted but made painter"
There are still to be seen in classic TIA
ly many beautiful specimens from the
pencils Of Murillo and Sebastian.
~In literature, as in morals, there
are certain taste and grace, which con-
fer dignity on moderate requirements;
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