The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-04-01
The Lass Of the ereat Artists.
Esaehsl and Ristori.

artist left us except Salvini, the last
save him who could realizs to the eye
what the mind of poet had imagined.
! OF her, It may well be said, We shall
never look upoa her like again, Though
We have seen her superior. Salvlni
viii never return 20 u.s. Forrest IS dead,
so is his only rival, James ". Wallack.
Nor is this the ease IN tragedy alone.
In comedy, Hackett, one OF the greatest
| Shakespesrean actors, has left no Eal-
staff behind him, no McSycophant. no
Rip Van Winkle. Blake, the fat No
mus of the American stage, its La
blacbe in humor and talent, has left no
successor to his oleaginous mirth; and
even memoirs of Rachel are awakened
| by this advent of Rist0ri.
It seems a good and appropriate time
this return Of Ristori to indulge IN q
passing review OF the great Queen OF
what may now be called one OF the
Lost Arts poetic acting.
RACHEL.
Grandest of all, Rachel rises before
us pale and livid in her folding toga--
| a true daughter of HELENE, Greek IN
| her art as Phidias himself. Each look
an apocalypse, each attitude statue !
| vet never seen by the two men most
| gifted with the power of sympathizing
| with the snirit of her genius, Ma
cauley and DeQuincy. Just now, how
| ever, I would rather remember her
/ in other work than her resuscitsnon OF
| the tragic art of Greece. / like 20
recall that night at the Winter Garden
| when she first chanted the Marseillaise.
/ Curtis, of "Harpsr's Weekly, was
there, and Fletcher Harper, and Opdyke,
and the Grinnells, both Moses and
| Henry, and Herbert and O'Brien, and
all the literateurs snd artists. 1t IS
delightful now to remember how much
| greater she was than even the 1deal
| they had formed of her.
think I see her as 1 write. she
came not from the center, but the
wings, her profile to the audience. A
dress of canton flannel from neck 60
foot, tied at the waist with dirty rope,
her hair hanging down her back. Her
face was white as snow. In her right
hand she held the staff of the tri-color
flag which she dragged behind her.
She paused right in the center OF the
stage. her profile still to the audience.
! SIOglv she turned and faced it. Slowly
she walked down to the foothghts.
Her grip tightened on the flag staff.
Her ewes glittered. The whiteness OF
her face grew livid. She looked like
Nemesis incarnste. For full two NM
utes she stood there, emitting no sound,
at last it came, low serpent-llke mss
that curdled the blood.
AJOns!
Men ouaked and one woman tainted.
She stood there the very impersonation
of Revenge. For the first time to a
miscellaneous American audience the
hidden spirit of " Marseillaise was
revealed, not a spirit Of patriotism, not
a spirit of exultation, but the rythmle
cry of revenge from people who found
the guillotine too slow TO iced it.
Stronger and stronger grew the voice
Eafants de Ia Patrie,
slowly the Gag seemed to raise its spear
point. the red, the blood red divisions
of its colors alone seeming visible.
She shook it out as she exclaimed, II
the tones of q Napoleon at Aaeole,
I" lie jour efe GLorfe est arrive!
Talk Of Carlyle as historian OF thai
dread period All that Carlyle evel
wrote. more than he ever dreamed, shol
from those eyes, was stamped upon thA'
Jewish face. No need of explanatory
notes there. The awful effect cuI'
minated with the refrain
Aug AgmeSg CitOyens!
From Dunkirk TO the Pyrennees
awakened imagination could follow that
call which seemed fit to awaken world.
The woman was transfgured. The
long skinny arms, the nervous looking
hands stretched one Of the Eumenldes.
or 'ltn sang iDlp1Er Gbre1tre no sattolas!
There was no applause, no sound,
not a rustic. Men looked at each
other in awe, as she paused erect,
clutehipg the staff of that flag OF a
venpeapce so red and a promise 30
golden
But when she reached the line.
Anaour SacTe, dc la PdtrSe,
as the tears chased each other down heL
marble face as her form qGivered, and
her eye assumed such lock OF LoVe -
never a Romeo bestowed on his Juhet,
men fairly wept with her. And when
Il was all over the enthusiasm of that
New York audience explained clearly
enough that of her Partisan ones.
They had seen. they had heard one oi
those works of the highest inspiration
which it is given to men to see and
hear only IN intervals OF centuries. She
,vas the acme OF histrionic power. II
had worked up to her in the ages, ano
it has worked down from her IN tns
years.
who to-day can do what RistoEi can do
RIsroRL.
! Asis Shakespeare 70 Ksehylus so Il
Ristori to Rachel, or as a picture by
! Couture 20 the group of the LAGOON
The genius of Rachel was the genius o.
antiquity, severe, mystic aud aWtuI
: Toe genius of Ristori is that OF th'
: middle ages, Of the days OF painting
! more than Of the days OF sculpture
Her best performance Is Sor Teresa,
: the nun in an Italian convent whom
! ! RafaeIlo or Guido might have taken 70
I a subject. Had Rachel been man sh'
| might have built the Pantheon or wit
ten the Prometheus VinotG I; Rietcr
would have raised q Gothic cathedra
; or written the poem Of hristo. heehe
> was classic. Ristori is rousntie. Ihe.
: followed each other like the civiilza
/ tions each illustrates. Medieval ar
1 has nothing to show more typical OF II
. own spirit than Risteri's Elizabeth. /
: is \ succession of pictures, Of gran'
drawing and Of finished color. Sh
e paints Elizabeth IN the varying stage
Z OF her reign Just as lngress painted
4 Plafond. The breath Of a Vernet eh
mites TO the detail of a MeissonieT
i With her, passion is always suboEdinat
4 to art, and OF art she has the instinctiY
); appreciation of her race. Eurtured i
q a land where every fountain Is a che
d'ouvre, where the naarveis OF Ghiberi
and OF Angelo, of Guido and Of Pallaai
l. met her at every step, her eve is neve
g at fault Grace, harmony, dignity, az
y instructive with her: and she sets
q stage as Fuselli would draw q pictur'
70 But, after Rlstori, who
4 JEo. s. MORAY.
3, WAasIsG TO THE GIRLs.-A Canadia
u newspaper records the recent sudde
y death Of a young woman at TllsonhGre
Z which conveys a warming against yer
x pernicious habit. One evening the ga
{, retired TO bed, apparently in perfee
re health. In the middle of the night u
u family we're awakened by q noise "a he