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

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tracted his attention. As he slow
raised his head and looked behind hir
lie seemed awakened to new thought
and thus for several moments he stoc
listening to the sweet, deep sound
church music.
The cathedral doors stood open, an
looking down the long, broad aisle, L
beheld ut the far end the grand ALTA
/, with its burning candles, illuminatin
Michael Angeles picture of the Tran:
figuration," which glorifies the grea
panel above the tabernacle. Upon til
steps beneath were seen the priests i
rich vestments, and the boys in thei
crimson cassoeks, one swinging bac
and forth richly wrought silver in
censario, in saiutati0n Of the Sacre,
Host, surrounded with sparkling dia
monds, set.in shining gold, raised OIL
high by the priest, all looking like
beautiful dream revealing itself through
wreaths of smoke, tinted by the many
colored lights that fell through tn,
stained-glass windows.
In another moment he was within til,
church, and as he was good Christian
his knees soon sought the hard textur,
OF the tessellated pavement in devotion
to that Great Spirit who sends the storm
unto the heart and soothes its troubles
into calm.
Ina few moments more, carly mass
was over, and as our young friend was
leaving the church, he felt touch on
his shoulder, and heard the salutation.
"Vaya con Dios Senor Diegov' The
person who so spoke was far advanced
in years, perhaps seventy. His figure
was tall, his face full of meaning, and
he had that peculiar something about
him bespeaking the man of genius. Ills
dress consisted of half-worn- cam
let cloak. doublet of black velvet,
dark brown tights or stockings, russet
boots, and a long sword dangling at his
side, with his hat so placed upon his
head as to have the dash and style of
soldiers of his time; and although his
dress was the worse for wear, still there
was neatness that showed an effort to
make things appear to the best advant-
age. No matter what such man nigh.
wear, he would look like gentleman.
The contrast of the two men was
striking. The youth, with his sad face,
apparently dissatisfied with himself and
the world, seemed to look in doubt over
the long foreground Of life into an in
distinct future-a future he could not
fashion to his desire. The old man
looked like an old book, written long
since and of well-establishcd merit,
whose leaves friend could turn over
and obtain the refreshing memories of
a glorious past that had done work to
the comfort of his soul, and hope of
life beyond the grave. lie was SOL
dier and poet, but who, in his own
day, was not fully appreciated, unless
by few artists and men of genius, like
our young friend, who was an old ac-
quaintance, and had committed to mem-
nry several of his choice sonnets and
and on discovery who had
saluted him, repeated some lines of his
apropos of their meeting.
"But how is this?" inquired the old
soldier; ''why your pale face and blood
shot eyes? All, my dear boy, do not
thus waste your life that in the end
might be so glorious to yourself and
;he world. You are too young to give
your heart to woman, and
"Step," interrupted the artist. "No,
tbs not a woman. My careworn face
,ame from night of torment and rage
md sleeplessness."
"Why, one would think that it was
Tour first love that so disturbed you.
Bat if in your case it is not love, 1 pray
Tou tell me the cause, that may advise
'ou what to do. What has happened 90
nterrsgated the old soldier.
The artist hesitated for a moment to
but soon, looking his compan-
on full in the face, lie said, "My ambi-
ion has been plucked of its wings,
pulled ont by the very roots! And in
Iced of soaring with hopes of success
md glory, l grope in darkness with de-
pair"
81 fear, my young friend, You have
Undertaken more than your years will
or, perhaps, you have taken
III uninspired moment to accomplish a
ubject that demands the first inspira-
ion. Is ir not so?"
"No," was the quick reply of the
'outl; and he continued, eI cannot get
'eyOnd certain point. and SO must
Ne estimated with the million instead of
as peer with the lofty few"
"Have no fear of that. Y0u will new
II BIZ COMPOUNDED with the million; not
f you take courage, and work tor the
lesired end. My life upon it, with pa
ience and industry, success and glory
wait you.
"Glory!-my friend, never! have
'ad my dreams of glory, and to you 1
we my first Inspirations. But let him
row who has won the fight" answered
he young artist.
"Had l your youth and power, it
would not be long before would hear
he worlds applause"
"'Tis in vain. 1 should consume all
ny power before 1 could struggle
through the darkness into the light l
would walk in. All my patience would
&C gone, of which SO much is required
o excel in my profession"
For moment both were silent. The
I'd man shrugged his shoulders, rs 1.-The
heught it useless to continue his argu-
nent; but our young artist, in sort of
voice, seemed not altogether
isposed to drop the subject, and further
emarked:
"And after all, what is it? What
oes it amount to? You have fought
he long battle of life, and in your in
pired moments created verses, rO-
lances. comedies, and the greatest sat
re ever penned by human genius; but
Id, or does, the world give back COM
comforts and rewards for
ur devotion and the hours of our toll
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