Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-06-13

Gated my children IN the lear OF Gou.
Why, then, do you wish me to review
my past life, and why should | fear the
judgment of Him who has meted out
my sufferings."
The recluse kissed the hand of the
painter. "Simple man! Sublime gen.
lust" he cried. eyes you are right.
The purity Of your life. your active
charity, will be your best advocate be-
fore the tribunal of God"
Antonio now felt that life ebbed fast.
''My wife, my dear children" he said,
"I must leave you. o, do not weep!
could have wished TO make you happi-
er, but the perseverance of misfortune
overcame the perseverance of my brush.
Ottawa and Ludovic, never abandon
your mother and little sisters, who
sleep there, under Gods protection and
yours"
AT this moment little Agnes swoke
with a start, and struck by the mourn
full scene before her eyes, the tears of
her brothers and sisters, she kneeled in
her crib, folded her hands, and mur-
INJURED prayer. The grace OF the
child, the perfect oval of her figure,
framed by the luxuriant ringlets of
her golden hair, the sweetness of her
face, which seemed to seek in the heav-
ems an unknown star, awoke the in
stincts of the artist.
''Give L. my brushes, my pallet" he
cried.
"Give them to him." said Thaddeus.
''The artist as well as the warrior, longs
to die on the battlefield"
They raised the sick man and made a
kind of easel on his bed. The great
master took his brushes, mixed his col
ors, and with hand already cold with
death, reproduced upon the canvas,
with that correctness of design, that
harmony of coloring which distin-
guished his artistic genius, the features
of the delicate child, whom he made an
angel before leaving an orphan. The
work ended, the painter said, 81 signed
my first pictures, Antonio Alegri,
which was my fathers name. Later
ones l have signed 'Lieti, my mothers
name. How shall name this one?
"With your immortal name," said
the recluse; "the name of Correggio."
Antonio then slowly wrote these
words at the bottom of the canvas:
"CorreggiO in GmiRs nlOrtis PiR6it, II
august 1854"
Then, completely exhausted, he fell
back, turned his head tOwar dthe cruei-
fix, extended his arm 10 his children,
and breathed his last. But the soul of the
artist, before leaving its earthly abode,
was revealed in the admirable sketch
he had just traced. The ''Last Angel
of Correggio" was his farewell TO earth,
and one of his most brilliant titles TO
glory in the eyes of pOsterity.
The villagers of Correggio and Parma
crowded to the funeral of the great
artist that Italy had lost. Thus the
man whose life had been crushed by
adversely was called great and divine
when the coffin closed over his body.
The noblemen Of all the countries OF
Italy sent Jewish courtiers to Correggio
to purch ase the works of the illustrius
painter. Advised by these secret
agents and influenced by her poverty,
his widow consented TO make a public
sale of those rich waits of genius.
When the other paintings had been
disposed of, the last work of the artist
was put up at auction, his Last Angel
This masterpiece was about to be struck
off at the moderate sum of thirty-three
ducats, when man dressed as a cap
tain of the Sclavonian troops boldly ad-
vanced, and proudly placed his buff
gauntlet upon the picture.
"In the name of Francis L." said he
in loud voice, 81 offer twenty thous-
and crowns for this picture" No one
dare outbid the king of France. When
the Venetian captain took possession OF
the picture In the name OF Francis l.,
the widow and children of COrreggio
recognized the recluse of the Roman
camp.
"You save us, Captain" they cried.
''Not /; the king OF France is your
preserver. MY Only merit Is having
pointed out TO that magnanimous
prince a great talent deal. and great
misfortune existing"
"And where are you goingl' asked
julia.
al return." said Thaddeus. "tO the
Roman camp, 10 lay aside my uniform
and resume my hermit's robe, not
again 10 leave 1t until rejoin my we'll
loved CorreggiO.