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

{ comforts OF lie. But let me tell yf
: my young friend, that all of life is II
< in the the covering of our bodies, t
: quality of our diet, or the style of t
t castle we are sheltered under. No
: Here our old soldier threw back /
7 camlet cloak, revealed his under-dres
and resting one hand upon his swor
, continued with more measured en-
phasis:
81 am poor; but, thank God, / a
honest. Not only this, | have write
not so much for others as for mysel
!. There is an indescribable reward whe
we indulge the exercise of whatev,
genius God in his mercy may ha,
graced lis withal. 1t is an exquisi
pleasure to see and know our own err
atiors, whether in writing, painting, c
the sciences. For myself, 1 have
world OF my own, peopled with chi
dren born of my Imagination. 1 tai
with them, walk with them, eat wit
them, and whether good or bad /
character, they serve moral, and al
alike give more joy to my old hear
than could all other treasures of Spain
Still more, who can deprive me of them
They are pant of my own being. The.
stay with me while l live, and will lon;
survive my poor body!"
AS he concluded this outburst of tri
umph, the old man looked like the per
feet embodiment of human grandeur
The eagle look of the sOl.iier, and tn
eloquence of the poet, quite subdue,
the young man, who now seemed at
loss for reply. But our old compan.
ion, feeling he hal broken the shackle:
Of depression that had bound our youn.
friend, took further advantage, ant
turning him around by the arm, said:
"Come, come, let us go to your studio
and there see what you are about
The youth submitted, and followed
with his mind more Gained and peace.
ful with new resolves.
A few moments walking brought
them to the old house. OF course the
apartment was found in the same dis
orderly condition As he last left it.
The old man, after Juggling up the
the stairway, was quite exhausted, and
sank back into the old arm chair. Very
few persons at his time of life could
have been induced to undertake the
task of climbing up such stairway,
unless urged by something of the most
exciting Importance. After puff or
two over his fatigue, he exclaimed:
"ln heavens name why don't you
find an apartment where you can have
stairs to go up instead of such an infer
nal arrangement as you have here? 1t
may all be we'll enough for young
limbs like yours, that have the nimble-
ness of the antelope, but as for a man
of sixty EIGHT, you might as well in
vite him to ascend the guillotine. How
ever, where is the picture that has given
you so much trouble and disappoint-
nent? Come, lie. me see it, and per-
|laps / can give you encouragement"
'There it is upon the floor" So say
ing, the artist took it up and place it
against the lower part Of the easel.
The old mans attention was imme-
lately arrested, and after looking at
the picture for few moments, he
turned to the artist, and with look OF
intense inquiry, said:
"Can it he possible that man of your
intelligence would treat SO fine pro-
luction in SO shameful a manner9
Would you destroy or even abuse that
which, perhaps, you cannot reproduce?
It is the finest effort 1 have ever seen
rom your brush, and is worthy of an
)lder artist than yourself. That bit Of
reflected light, running up the side of
he neck and blending its cold, blue
shadows with tie warm blood tints,
be bettered; the real and the
human pervades the whole picture.
"Refiected light! why there is the
allure. D my friend, say not so, or l
hall have cause to doubt your judg-
nent.' And so speaking, the artist
NINA. npI xvo 1l.o1 ou.o,,
"Sir, there is no excuse for your
larsh conduct. The picture is fine in
olor, and the expression of the face is
This extraordinary opinion Of the
Id man was more than our artist could
tand, and, as if he desired to hear no
more said on that subject, he took the
';ctnre from its place and $ TODD it, face |
n, to the wall, and then walked away |
o the window that overlooked the
tieet, where, gazing upon the passing
rOwd below, he felt mortified ut the |
Id mans censnre. However, he made |
10 remark, for he knew his friend to be |
man of superior Judgment, and one
veil skilled in art criticism.
The old soldier felt ut once the feel
ngs and position of the artist. lie also
new how easily youth are discouraged,
nd how much persuasion is sometimes
equired to hold them to their purpose.
Ie felt, too, that now was the time to
npress lesson that would make a
lsting mark upon his young mind, and
ave for the art world one who, per-
aps, at some future day would stand
n equal with the first masters of the
ge.
Our old friend followed him to the
and throwing Il glance over
is shoulder into the street, brheld an
Id waterman with his eask upon his
ack vending water, It's was the habit
f the times. AS soon rs he saw the
face, he graspcd the artist
Y the arm, eXclaiming:
"By heaven, there is subject for
nu. Send for him. Out with your
rushes and to work! Look at that
liver beard and flowing hair in such
ich clusters about his sunburut face.
[alloo, there! say, waterman, Hal
,ow While thus shouting at the top
f his voice, the boy who had sat the
ay before came running into the room.
'ur poet, soon us he entered, thrust
,me coppers into his hand, and dis
atched the boy with directions imme-
lately to bring him, the waterman, to
le studio. This was soon accomplished
nd so strong was the inducelnent for