The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-11-26

Borghese. smiling, followed him with her
eyes until he was ont of sight, then, bending
pin in the pink ribbon, detached the flower as
cautiously, aud, imprinting kiss upon the
soft check, hastily disappeared to y distant
part Of the garden.
Was Antiope really asleep, or only drowsy 7
I know not. Suddenly crimson. rivailing
that of the flower, spread itself over her face
She open. her eyes, looked all around and saw
no one.
"The impertinent scamp she cried.
And CHANGING at her sash, the flower was
gone, bat in her pink ribbon shone the PIN.
For very shame, she buried her face In ner
hands!
Weep! noble lady. weep! since. in spite of
yonr fOllies, there still remains the sentiment
of honor and duty. Is it Incidence, WEAKNESS
of splendor, egotism, that has led you 80 far
Do you not see around you enough miseres to
suocor. tears to wipe away, good to be accom-
plished-you who have but to open your
hands that blessings may be diffused around
Cannot sorrows plaintive voice penetrate the
thick rails of your splendid dwelling, the rich
tapestry of your apartmentsf Do not her
grosns find an echo in your hearth Forgetting
the pure and only sources of happiness, why
will You vsinly seek it amidst dabgerf
Bat, say you, it is really q matter OF no con.
sequence pin, flower, even . kiss, Is iG OF
the youth you should protect, to rufas with
your enchsntmen Is the serenity of an ire
proach able conscience, and all for the sake OF
= little Amusement, q little excitement How
far do you suppose this sport will take youf
1t was the voice of q tardy conscience that
spoke, for Madame Wolff really loved and re-
speoted the husband who rendered her life so
happy, and was for her the tenderest of fathers.
Not withstanding her youth and inexperience,
her light, trihing habits, she WAS truly
an honorable, faithful wife. Covered with
confusion at the disrsspect George naa
ness of having brought it upon herself, she re-
tired pensive to her apartments, uncertain
what course to pursue hereafter.
The Correggio
George ILL satisfied with his morning,s work,
and reproaohing himself with having neg ected
duty for idle conversation, suddenly remem-
bered that there was barely time for him to
fulfil an appointment with a celebrated artist. |
And in fact, he was too late; the artist had
gone to the Jardin des Plantes, where he held
o professorship.
The public gardens at Paris are, generally |
speaking, certain meadows where genteel peo |
inhale dust. and pay nothing for the privilege |
The Jardin des Plentes however, forms happy |
exception, and it has been too often described
for me to do more than merely recall its laby-
the Snimas, its farm, with winged fowls
strutting about, it's rich garden-beds, radiant
with flowers, or its immense green houses nur-
turing the lnxuriant vegetation of the tropics
Let rs follow George, who regards with in
difference all these beautiful objects, as he
passes through on his way to the edifce where
The celebrated professor gavo lessons. What
orange, curious spectaclei What scene
worthy the phantasms Of a summer night a
Tast room, lighted by great number Of high
the walls ornamen ted with glass
'essels con tanning mon strous serpents, hideous
Dads, salamanders, fantastic dragons, va
ious creatures of def0rmity, all swimming like
fruits!
Lifting our eyes to the platform, stranger,
more frig htful creatures menace us-crOcodles
With immense open jaws, alligators, boas with
piral rings, great fish armed with saw or
word, colossal skates, their Jun suse mouths
Jeemi pgly extended in q beastly laugh, spheri-
,al fish like big balloon bristling with q
thousand points-a were here, and even
more; there were namsless Things seen no.
" here Q sci
Co. Bat overcoming the terror and disgust in
'pired at first. lot rest eyes upon the
animated part of This study halL-what do.
ghtful contrast!
AT each table. and facing the light, sits
young woman in the attitude of study, before
her a branch of flowers or an elegant model.
The attention is general and we'll sustained,
the pleasant half W hispered conversation being
ouly good morning exchanged or some kind
ly given advice. What charming spectacle!
these young girls, with their green branches,
their perfumed flowers, their fruits, their intel |
ligent, graceful work.
George, timidly entering this sanctuary, as
about TO address the porter, when he saw |
emerge from an -ed joining apartment q short, |
fat man, whose physognumy would have been |
decidedly vulgar, except for the great intelii- |
" He was the high priest of Flora and Pomona"
Both arms were filled with immense bunches
of the freshest, rarest flowers he could GER
tainly have entrusted them to the porter who
followed empty-hauded; bot, no; he carried
them himself, tenderly, lovingly, father
takes dear child from it's nurse TO sootbe and
caress it himself. Smiling, and proud of his
treasures. he walked around the room, distri.
bnting them according to the progress aud
talent of each scholar. This one Received a
branch of periwiDkte, that one bouquet of
camellias; all were content.
The happy professor reigniDg over this
charming kingdom was the celebrated Re-
doute, ~ hose iniuitable fAole talent has mark
ed out an epoch by simplifying the processes
of tie art, purifying the taste, teaching a care
full study of nature, propagatiog an attractive
study, and leaving to his fav"rite scholars the
secret of his magic pencil. i have said the
happy professor, for he numbered among the
most delightful days of bis life those spent
amidst his scholars surrounded by three things
that he loved above sll-srt, flowers, aud, if it
must be told, the youth and beauty cropped
around these flowers
Among the most skilful flower painters, we
can mention Aesd AmeS Chantereine, Delaporte-
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