Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1865-04-20
The Unknown Painter.

Murillo, the celebrated artist of Seville, OF
ten found upon the canvass of some one o
his pupils, sketches Or specimens of drawing
Imperfect and unfinished but yet bearing tn,
rich impress Of genius. They were executct
during the night, and he was utterly unable
to conjecture the author One morning thu
pupils arrived in the studio before him, ant
were grouped before an easel, uttering cxcla
nations Of delighted surprise, when Murillt
entered. His establishment was quite equa
to their own on finding an aiifitiished head O
the Virgin, tofa esaBisitS outline, with HsEhj
TOUCHES Of surpassing beauty. He appealed
first to one and then to another of the young
lgeutleinen, to see if they could lay claim tc
the choice hut mysterious production, but
they returned sorrowful negative.
He who has left this tracery will one day
be master Of us all Sebastian said he-a
youthful slave stood trembling before him
"who occupies this studio at night?''
I" No one but myself, scnor.
Well, take your station here tonight, and
if you do not inform me of the mysterious Wis.
liant to this room, thirty ashes shall be your
reward"
He bowed in quiet submission, and retired.
That night he threw his mattrass before the
easel, and slept soundly till the clock struck
three. He then sprang from his couch and
exclaimed, "Three hours are nay own and
the rest are my master'sr' He then seized a
palette and took his seat at the frame, 10
erase the work of the preceding night With
brush in hand to make the oblivion stroke,
he paused: "Oh, those eyes" said he, they
pierce me through! that blood will run from
those purple veins, can not, oh, can not
erase rather let me finish it
He went to work; and soon the slave, the
child of toll and suffering, had changed into
youthful spirit, rising from the impetus of
his own deathless energies in sphere of lib
erty and bright beauty.
"A little coloring here, touch there, a
soft shade here; and thus three hours rolled
unheeded BY "Oh, those beaming eyes |.
those lips will speak and bless me! my beau
tiful -f A slight noise caused him to
look up. Murillo with his pupils, stood
around; the sunshine was peering brightly,
through the easement while yet the unextin-,
guished taper burned Again he was slave,
and the spirits folded wing scarce seemed to
futter His eyes fell beneath their eager
gaze.
who is your master, SebastianY" 4
" You, senor.' s anasg 1l. ii, ..f- ... +
Your drawing master, mean y
You, senor" q. i...f Z.
have never given you lessons.
No; but you have given them to these
young gentlemen, and heard them"
Yes, you have done better--you have pro.
fited by them. Does this boy deserve punish
ment or reward, my dear pupils q
Reward, senior" was the quick response
What shall it be? ,s,g asf ...
One suggested suit of clothes, another a
sum of money; but no chord was touched in
.he captive's bosom. Another said:
The master feels kindly to-day; ask your
freedom, christian" 'a''sFl - NJ
He sank on his knees, and groan Of an
suish burst from him; he lifted his burning
,yes to his masters face: The freedom ofi
ny father" "ll' ~'4 'a Z. N'' iI5a57' I "A
The death chill had passed from his heart.
md he breathed Murillo folded him to his
BOSOM. /" Your pencil shows that you have
alent, your request that you have heart
,ou are no longer my slave, but mn son
Happy Murillo have not painted but made
painterP ''.sh' 'Sfa 20 ff#FI
There are still to be seen in classic taly
many beautiful specimens from the pencils Of
iurillo and Sebastian. 81" -f5 sat1