Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1874-03-12
M1LLERBURG, O., THURSDAY,

of time spent in intense application {
t a subject, nevertheless, the. physical an
E mental organism keeps faithful re
: cord and marks each second by nat
ural consumption of its own material
: As exhaustion takes place, so the I'm
man system becomes debilitated an,
restless. Such was now the condition
of the artist. He gave every indication
of it by his frequent moving backward
and forward, by the frequent mixin!
Of his tints, comparing them with TIN
flesh of his subject, and then wipin.
them all from his palette as if nothing
suited him, and as if it were impossible
70 accomplish what he desired. So he
continued, infinitely observed by hi:
friend. At last he stepped toward his
canvas with the intention of putting on
touch; but before he could do so, the
old man stepped close behind him, and,
quietly taking the artist by the arm
he prevented him with the remark:
"Stop! What would you dog"
"Do?" repeated the artist, his loud,
clear voice reaching among the cob
webs and rotten raiters. s'Do? What
1 cannot do-paint, Everything is dis
tortion to me. There is no blood in my
flesh; no transparency in my shadows ;
my efforts are fruitless!" With con-
siderable passion, he then dashed his
palette and brushes upon the paint Ia
Bile.
''Be quiet. young man, and listen to
me. Your work is right. There is no
fault in the picture: nor do you lack
the talent to make it great result. 1t
is your eyes that are to blame by being
overworked, and these make all this de-
eeption. Rest, my friend, your eyes re-
quire rest. Put your work aside for
the day, and, tomorrow, you will see
your picture as it is-admirable in col
or, composition and drawing" So say
ing, the old man resumed his seat.
The truth was too clear for our artist
TO doubt it. He could not fail to see the
moral. The very pains thar were at
this moment shooting through his con-
gested eyes fixed the seal of conviction
upon his old friends words, and quietly
placing his mahl across the pegs in the
easel, he turned to his friend and said:
''You have taught me good lesson
a lesson that has perhaps not only saved
me my eyes, but held me to profession
I love rs dearly as my SOUL"
"Well, say no more. Comet" shouted
the old man jumping mp from his chair.
Come! let us go without, and refresh |
ourselves with quiet glass, and that
social interchange of thoughts and feel
ngs so necessary TO the health and hap
piness of men.
In a few minutes more these two no.
Die spirits sat opposite each other at a
vell-provided table. The wine was
-uby red in their goblets. They talked
If poetry and the drama with their
souls ablaze on the subject. But alas
low little they dreamed when parting,
hat il was for the last time. Young
Diego VelazqueZ, Spain's best painter
,f the period, ut parting shook heartily
he hand OF the immortal Miguel Ger
,antes, the author of ''Don Quixote,"
Who i'm few weeks after this pleasant
meeting with Velazqucz, died, and his
,reat soul winged its way to another
world of eternal years, side by side with
hat other immortal spirit, Shakespeare,
10Th dying on The same day. April %.
GIG dJTino