The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-05-03

FFHaef 9fNeha up1h Z We silal gei
turned oai
Bat she upknowu, Hitboui paying
the slightest attention 10 shat ihe
yonng man said, went on, and crossed
the anieehanher. The servants rose
Al his approach, and the guards salu-
ted him wiih respect.
Michael Angelo followed With in.
creasing uHeasinpss
Can BE hold some station in the
palace thought BE, ratlier uneasy al
the idea IL thai case am wrong in
speaking 50 freely. Well, after all,
nay isan belongs to me. and he must
return iti i j. my work. 81 all
events, | can pay hun for lbe msFbte.
The unknown traversed de gallery
and the saloon without the least I'M
pediment.
The unknown now opened the door
Of chamber rcgally furnished, aud
rich with objects Of art Of the greatest
value.
The young sculptor paused on the
Threshold, specchless and trembling !
his holiness had quite iorsaken him.
ard he gave himself up as lost He
had certainly offended a person Of inn
mense power, when that person could
SO uncerimoniously enter The private
apartments Of Lorenzo Mediei, with
oul even being 50 much as announced.
As he endeayored TO slammer forth a
Few words Of apology. be raised his
eyes, and, to his astonishment, beheld
his fuun' bead resting on q rich pc
deslaL
You see, my FRIEND said the I'M
known, in The same kiud lone, that |
have removed your faun from the
garden, but TO put it in more worthy
place
But, good heavens ! exclaimed
the young artist, assailed by a new
terror, 'what viii the prince say when
he sees this wrelched attempt Of mine
amongst so many precious objects Of
art?
The prince approves Of Il; and, as
4 proof Of what ! say, lie extends 70
you his hand in token Of appreciation.
Come. my Young friend, will you not
take il
Any other would have fallen on his
kuees at the princes feet; but Mich
ael Angelo, moved even TO tears,
could only hang bis head while he
cordially pressed the hand which was
held out to him.
From this day forth, consider
yoursela one Of my family, my
young fae1.,' said the prince; you
shall work in my studio, you shall
dine at my table, and be treated as
my son. Go to my wardrobe and let
them give you a handsome violet
mantle, equal TO that worn on festive
occasions by Peter and John Of Me-
dicis.
My lord, answered the young
sculptor, much affected, before ae-
cept your precious tayors allow me to
run to my father, that he may share
my happiness5 he disdains my love
Of art, and has turned me out Of doors
as a worthless idle son; | would re-
turn to him humble and obedient. l
know my father. Though inaexible,
he is just; and perhaps, when he
knows what has happened to me, IN.
stead Of regrettng il, lie will have a
right to be glad Of my fault. And
from this day forth, ! may proudly
present myself, not only at home, but
everywhere; for has not Lorenzo of
Meaicis, the greatest man Of his time,
conferred on me the title Of artist !?
lis well, my SON. replied the
prince return TO your home, and TO
your father, and announce to him that
my patronage shall be extended TO all
his family and also, that ! permit
h;ss to present himself, whenever he
wishes. at the palace, 20 demand OF
me whatever Office shall best suit bis
TASTE