New national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1870-1874, 1871-11-16
An Interview with Mast.

A New York correspondent of the Cincin
natl Gazette thus writes: 4He
Professional duties called me to the COSY
cottage home. away up above Central Park, OIL
the most renowned Of all young masters, >
Tn. Mast. Cant we connoisseurs of fine arts
forget for day our dear old familiar mummies
of the pencil and brush and turn from these
adorned cerements to the welcoming smiles OF
the younger and fresher heroes of modern art
electrified by the genius of the age?) found
him busy as a bee in his adorned and illumined
retreat. His welcome was sufficiently artistic,
but cordial and homelike. He Is a muscular,
medium height, dark haired, square, and rather
handsome faced person, with the tout ensemble
Of the Teuton modified by q hot dash Of the
old Latin stock direct from the Roman repub-
lie. He has bright eyes land pretty, too, as
my lady friend confessed. unhesitatingly) and
his smile is winning. He expresses his deep
convictions in words as unambiguously as he
suggests his views to the world IN those mimi
table, terrible cartoons in and out of Har-
per's. Among the bulk of good things that
Mr.. Mast said, condense (from memory the
following:
81" ] have for years told those who desired my
views that the coming question is whether the
Jesuits through the Irish Catholic vote shall or
shall not rule this Republic. Gradually this
subtle power has been undermining the insti-
tutions of our adopted country. Priesthood
is aware that free schools and Romanism are
antipodes, and they know that the former will
surely destroy the latter. The two cannot go
hand in hand. Hence, by every means, fair or
foul, priesthood seeks to upbuild the Church
and weaken the public school. Why, when
first began my cartoon war on the Paddy rule
in New York the boys of the company of the
Seventh regiment to which belong laughed at
me; but when l turned out with my musket
last July they cheered me and said, Tommy,
guess you were right after all. 1t has
come-yoar prediction was true. 1t might
just as well be settled now as to put it off to
some future day. The boys called it 'Nast's
Riot because l had exasperated las the Irish
expressed it) the devils, and exposed their in
famous designs. They have threatened my
life. In fact, | have sent my family out of
town, that they may not be witnesses OF any
bloody work of these murderous Irish mobs
during election times. The most consoling
thing to me is that feel certain that / am
hurting somebody, for l have had all sorts of
offers made me by certain gentlemen, and /
knew they came directly from the Tammany
Catholic throne. One was $780, 900 gold to do
nothing in Europe for three years. They knew
no sum on earth could induce me to lift my
pencil in their favor; but they presumed On
their seductive golden egg when trying to pla-
OoeO ihO Will ouCH OAof VI iuHy
luxury. One woman holds in her hands the
key to unlock the diabolical secrets of Tam
many and the Jesuit despots of this municip-
atty. / refer to Helen Mansfield, (sub rosa
Mrs. Jim Fisk No. p and am now taking
some delight in sketching the modern Joan of
Arc, who will unloose the mysterious fastening
which keeps in its hiding place the charmed
sword to cut this Gordan knot. Hail ! our
new Joan of Arc As we have failed to give
the idea of Shakespeare, let her come to the
front apd receive all the laurels of victory"
As he lounged in graceful easy manner on
the sofa, participating in the pleasant CONVEX
sation, he was scribbling away on q paper |
had handed him. / had called to ask him to
design cartoon, in which, among Others the
face of Tweed appeared, and had indicated
the place to be occupied by it by the outlines
of a human face bearing not the remotest re-
semblance to Tweed's. While conversing he
had unconsciously converted my miniature face
into a most perfect cartoon likeness of the
BOSS" and there he stood, ponderous abdomen
on tiny legs, ornamented with Mansard head
and huge Tammany Ring siiamond Oh,
wondrous power of the artists pencil