Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-03-10

own day, was not fully appreciated, IN
less by few artists AMI men oi genius,
like our young friend, who was an old
acquaintance, and had committed Ia
memory several OF his choice sonneis
aud rom tnces. and on discovering who
had saluted him. repeated some lines OF
his dpropOS ct their meeting. . ., .-
"Bul 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 AID the
world. You are too young to give your
neart la woman. and"
Stop" Interrupted tho artist. NO,
'tis not woman Ny careworn face
came from u night of torment and ragp
and sleeplessneSS.
"Why. one would think thai it wss
your first love that SO disturbed you.
But il in your case il is not love, | pray
you tell me the cause. thai l may advise
you wli, to do. What has happened ?"
nlerrogaied the old soldier.
The artist hesiaied for moment to
answer; hut soon. looking his compau-
ION lul n the face. hes said: My am.
DiIiou lass been pIucked OF its wing'.
pulled uut Dl iLr very roots And in
lead oi snaring with hopes OF success
u d L 'ry. gropc in darkness with des
p,ir.
II tear. my young fiend, you have un
dertaken more than your years will war
rant; or, perhaps. You have taken an
uuinspired moment to accomplish II sub
ect that demand, The Iirs, inspiration.
Is it not So
No." Was The qGicA reply of the
youth; anal he continued. IL cannot get
beyond a certain point, and so | must be
estimated With the million Instead ol
standing as peer with the lofty few"
Have no fear oi that. You will
CT Oe CViloNINth NHH II" iNi'i'NH =
not if YOU take courage. and work for
the desired end. My life upon il, with
patience and industry. success and glory
await you
Cory my nicud, / have had
my dreams ol glory. and 20 you owe
my first Inspirations But let him crow
who has won the light" answered. the
young artist.
Had your youth and power, it
would not be long before l would hear
the worlds applause"
"'Tis in vain. should con-ume all
my power before | could Struggle
through the darkness into the light /
would walk in. All my patience would
Ice gone, of which So muc1 Is required to
excel in my profession "
For moment both were silont. The
old man shrugged his shoulders. ao II he
/ thought il useless 10 continue his ar9u
mcnt; but our young artist. in = sort OF
I halt sad voice. seemed not altogether dis
posed to drop the suiccl, and further re
marked:
And after all. what does il nmoun,
to? You have fought the long battle oi
/ lie, and in your inspired moments Great
ed verses, rOinauceS. comedies, and the
greatest satire ever pcnned 10y humal
/ genius; but did. or does. the world give
/ hack commensurate comforts and reward
Tor our de, otion and the hours ol ouI
toll and lrouble' Are old cnmlrt clOaks
the juri nr only rewald lor lie OF IN
du>,ry aud geuius liHe yours ?
The sarcasm and truth ut this remark
disturbed not in the least the oid man
will all his experience. nor ~on.d he let
the hardships and deptvalions ol his liIt
he an argument 10 Persuade cIhcis iron
the development OF their talent. Hence
his answer to he allusioH oi the cimlet
clock was as iull OF philosophy as his
heart of truth and interest Tor his young
friend.
Yes, Diego, It's true my old cloak i
the best covering have have, ti'
true, BEEN neglected, prosecuted, and no"
in my old days want many oI the comforts
of lie. But let me tell You, my young
friend. that all OF Lille is not in the cover
ing oil our bodies. the quality oi our diet
or the style of the castle we are sheltered
under. Nor Here our old soldier threw
hack his camlct cloak. revealed his under
dress. and resting one hand upon hi'
sword. continued with II mole measuI e'
emphasis
II am pool but, thank God, | an
honest. Not only this. have written no
20 much for others as for myself. Their
is an indescribable re ard when W
indulge the exercise oil whatever geniu
God in his mercy may have grsced u
withal. Ii is an exquisite pleasure To SCI
and know our own creations, whether II
writing, painting, or the srienccs- Fo
myself. have world Of my own
n.opled with children born OF nv i'm
aginaiion talk with ,h'm. walk them
eat with them. and whether good or ba'
in chal acter, they serve 4 moral. and al
alike give more JOY 10 my old heart thai
could all other treasures al Spain Sid
more, who can deprive me of them' They
are part of my own being. They sta.
with me while live. and will long sur
vive my poor body =
As he concluded this oulburst of trl