The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1864-06-16
The Unknown Painter.


imeas OF drawing imperfect and undn.
ishCd, but beaNing the rich impress Of
genius. They we're executed duriag
the nighb and he was utterly unable TO
conjecture the author. One morning
the pupils had arrived at the studio be
fore him, and were grouped before an
eaSol, uttering ordinations Of delighted
surprise, when Murri!lo entered He
aslonishmcnl vas quite equal to their
own on finding an unfinished head Of tie
virgin, Of exquisite outline with many
touches of surprising BEATTY, lilo ap.
penlod first to one and then to another
of the young gentleman to see if they
could lay claim TO the choice but mystic
IiOus production, but they returned a
soFroNful negative.
He who has left this lrscery will one
day be master Of Us all. Sebastian,
paid ha--o yomhful slave stool trem'
bling before him --'whe occupies this
s,udia at nightf
No one but myself. scnut.
We'll, take your station here to night,
and ifyou DO not Inform Of the mys'e'
nous yisi'ont Of this room. thirty lsshcs
Shul! be your reward on the morrow
lie bowed in quiet submission aul re
sired. That night he throw his mattress
before the easel and slept soundly ill
the clock struck three. Ife ,hen sppahg
from his couch and CICloimed; Three
hours are my own. the rest are my mas.
ters! He then seized pallet, and
took his seat OF the frame, to erase the
work Of the proceeding night. With
brush in hand TO make the oblvious
stroke, he paused; %, those eyes, sail
he, they pierce me through! that blood
will run from these purple veins; l can.
not. O., l cannot erase it! rather let me
finish b.
He went to work and soon Ha slave,
the darkened brow. the child of toll and
suffering, and merged IN youthful spir
it, rising from the impetus Of his own
dcathless energies into a sphere of lib.
snsy ond bright beauty,
"a little coloring here. touch there,
a sof, shade here's and thus lhEeO hours
rolled unhedel by. % those bOamjns
eyes' those lips they will speak and
bless me! my besutltull o. my beauti'
full ! slight noise caused him 10 lOok
up. MurriIo with his pupils stood
around; tho sunshine was peeTinS bright.
" through the easement, while Jet the
anextinguished taper burned. Again
he was a slave, and the spirits folded
wing scarce seemed to aut,er. His
eyes fell beneath their eager gaze.
who is your master. Sebastian2'
You, senior.
your drawing.muster; means'
You, senior.
i have never given YOU lessons
mo; but you gave them to these
young gentlemen, and | heard them
Yes, you have done be,ter-you
have profted by them. Does this boy
deserve punishment or reward, my dear
PupilsP
Reward. seros. was the qaict re.
spence.
What shall i, be?'
One suggested sui. Of clothes, anoIt.
or sum of money; but no cherd was
touched in the cap!ive's bosom Anoih.
er said:
The master feels kindly to-day ask
your freedom, Sebastian
He sunk on his knees, and groan Of
anguish bufs. from him; he lifted his
burning eyes to his masters face, the
freedom Of my fathcr!'
The death chill has passed from his
heart, and no 6rea'hea. MlrriIIo folded
him 10 his bosom. Your pencil shows
that you have t0ieut, yout request that
you have heart; you are no longer my
slave. but my son! Happy Murrillo! |
have Not painted, but made PNin,crr
There are still TO be seen ia classic
italy many beautiful specimens from
The pencils Of Musrllo and Sebastian.
STORY OF GENERAL GRANT. "A story