The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-02-24

nowadays bv your ncw-f1ngled ~ould
be regenerators .of art. If you wau
the sort Of truth you are talking about
you had better get amicroscops At ono
to paint With, anl the stronger tho in
v strurncnt the more truthful you'll be
I tell you," continued Holland, NOR
! and more excited, Elf you and you
friends are right, then Titan, an<
. Giorgione, and Tintors are wrong
I "Hang Titan ~ interrupted Dick
, with quiet superiority, while his hobby
horse gave sudden plunge and be-
came almost unmanageable. "He wa.
. utterly false aud conventional-infer.
nally clever, if you like. Rut VIC wan,
truth-we want to 60 back toa more
reverenti.l treatment Of Mature, and
that is only to be done by patience and
humble imitation"
The retormer Dick was still lounging
among the cushions, but his gray eyes
were twinkliug as they did when he
was excited.
Miss George, who had been listening
absorbed all this time, looked up into
his face almost frightened at the speech
about Titan. Mrs. Butler said, "Fie,
fe, yon naughty boy" with lumber
ing playfulness. The sun was shining
so brightly outside that the roses looked
like little flames, and the grass was
trans6gured; the children we're tumbl-
ing about in it.
Miss George should have remember.
ed that there was youth and inexperi-
ence to palliate Richard Buffers irrev-
erence. Youth has right 10 be arro-
giant, or is at least an excuse for pre-
sumption, since it can't have expert
encc; and, moreover, Dicks exaggera-
ton had its kernel Of truth amid
vast deal Of frothy pulp.
The truth, as Dick woull write it,
was that he and his comrades we're re-
formers, and like refomers they would
have broken the time honored images
Of the old worship in their newborn
zeal. 1t is healthier to try and paiot
blade Of grass to the utmost Of your
ability, than t. dash in a bold back
ground and fancy you are Reynolds
or Gainsborough. But honest Dick
will find that to im,tatc blades Of grass,
and bits of fern and birds nests with
blush eggs, however we'll and ski|lfully
is not the end and the object of paint
ing. And, indeed, the right treatment
was already visible in his works, fight
ing against system and theories. What
Can they produce but dry pieces Of
mechanism
The true painter is the man who
paints with his soul, and so finds his
way to the hearts of his fellow-crea-
lures.
"Sho was most delightful person, I
believe" said Mrs. Butler, gazing in
turn at Miss Pavcntry. "She never
married"
"It is very curious" said Holland,
"but don't you see decided likeness? ?"
and he l>okcd from the pictare to one
Of tho persons present, and then back
a; the picture again.
"You mean Miss George" said Dick.
"I'vc often noticed it; but she has got
much pretticr and more becoming lat
on than that affair of poor old Aunt
Lydia's. 1 like your red feather"
said he, turning to Catharine. "If I
were woman Dick went on, still CON-
trary and discursive, IL should like to
bo green woman, or blue woman, or
rcd one-l shouldn't like to be a pa rtl-
colored woman. I don't know why
ladies' are so much afraid of wearing
their own colors, and arc all for SEMI
tones and mixtures. Now that feather
of yours is capital bit of color, and
| gives one pleasure to lovk at.'
II should think the reason that most
ladies prefer quiet colors," said Mrs.
Butler, stifl7, "is tLat the do not gen.
orally wish to make themselves conspic-
uous. No lady wishes to attract atten-
tion by overtime Clothes" she repeated,
slsncing at tho obnoxi"us feather, and
rustling in all the conscious superiority
of two pale mauve daughters, and gar
ments of flowing dun-color and slckly
magenta aud white.
II do not believe, my dear aunt,
there are people who would ike to boil
down tho Union Jack into a sort Of
neutral TINT" said Dick, "and mix Ut
the poor old buff and blue Of ones
youth into nondescript green."
"Such things have certainly been
tried before now," said Holland, while
Butler, turning to Catharine, went on
"Don't let them put you out Of concci
! with your fame-color, Miss George i
is very pretty indeed, aud very becom
, ing" He was vexed with his auu
for the rude, pointed way IN which sh'
. had spoken; he saw Catharine looking
4 shy and unhappy. But she soo'
Z brig ghtened up, and as she blushed viii
: pleasure to hear Dick liked her feather
its flames seemed to mount into he
J. cheeks. In the fair apparel Of youth
e and innocence, and happiness, no wor