The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1876-08-10

encased in rim of gold is She head
OF Julius, the veratable Caesar who
crossed the Rubricon, and who fell by
the assassin's knife at tho foot of Pom
pey's statue. Here are golden charms
and bracelets that perchance Cal
phurnia might have worn when she
wound her arms for the last time
around her C@sar's neck Just as he
was departing for the capitol to his
death, and near it in another case is
necklace of precious stones that
might have encircled the volumptu>
Gus neck of Cleopatra, while she re-
posed in the arms of her beloved
Anthony. All the detail of their hid
den life has been dragged from out
the earth, and into the light of day
after the sleep of centuries, and now
we look with curious eyes into the
little puff box from which Queen
Sheba might have whitened her dus
ky checks to make her look more
lovely in tho eyes of the great Jewish
king.
Gold, silver, brass, copper, and
stone compose this magnificent col
lection; would 1 could give it five
pages instead of the brief notice
which my space compels, but let me
impress upon those that visit the Gem
tcnnial not to forget the collection of
Castillana.
The German department is exceed
ingly rich in equisite treasures of art.
Dusseldorf has had an overpowering
influence over the artists of Germany
for the last quarter of century, and
The result is a fitness Of finish and
laboli liousness Of detail which leaves
nothing to DC desired. Strollng a.
long the gallery, my attention was
arrested by q picture by Constant
Meyer; the subjects is Tie Gossips; a
lot of village girls have gone togeth
er i'll the street, and arc RECALLING
each othor with the news. The
grouping is admirable, and I need
only to say in regard to its artistic
merit, that in a gallery of art such
as we have seldom had the privilege
OF seeing, it has been awarded the
principal premium.
Early trialo by Boser is q work OF
uncommon beauty, it is very simple,
very quiet, but of rare arstistic OK
cellence. 1t is only the head of q
female, nothing moro; and yet few
pictures in this vast collection arc
more worthy of consideration; deep
Rembradt shade rests upon the face
which is sad beyond expression, but
where the sunlight strikes tho hair,
you catch q glimpse Of the genius
which makes the canvass OF the pain
ter immortal. Look well into the face
and SEQ the shadows break away, the
eyes which you scarcely noticed at
first are looking into your own with
an expression painfully human if you
look at it tie moro intontly, the lips
seem to move, and the only wonder
is that it does not start from the can
vass and speak. The First Crime by
Jeau Perrc Alexander deserves more
than passing notice, rich in color
and general affect, it bears the stamp
OF rare arstistic worth. The scene is
a Gypsey camp and young boy, ap
parenty about twelve years old, has
returned with his first plumber; he
has not escaped without a struggle
for the blood is streaming from bis
face and arms, his teeth are clenched
and the whole expression of his face
just such as you might expect from
one whose Legitimate end was the
gallows.
On the north side of the west wing
as you enter the door in the British
collection, hangs a portrait that in
tercsted me beyond expression, it was
a likeness of Hannah More, from tie
Easel of Sir John Opie; around il