New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-29
TITIAN'S DAUGHTER.

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"Thou dost not admire that picture.
Giulio2" said the great painter, Tiziano
Vecelli, of Venice to his favorite pupil,
Giulio Mantoni.
81, 81, signo,; but whose portrait is
it, When was it painted? and where has
it been until now?"
"Thou dost not ask who painted it.
Hast no curiosity, hast no wish to learn
this?'
@Curiosity enough, as thou we'll know
est, signor, to prove my descent from Eve,
whose failing that way lost paradise to
Adam. But I need not ask who painted
thus, for there is only one who can paint
thus. There is only one pencil which
can blend such beautiful coloring with
such free drawing. signor maestro, if
thou couldst have thy pictures unrecog-
nized, thou must even hang them with
the painting to the wall.'' ,
"Flattery. Giulio--rank fattery! But
! believe thou meanest what thou sayest.
AS to this portrait
Ay, signor, whose likeness is it,"
s'As thou art anxious to know, my
Giulio, and often playest trick upon
thy master, methinks | shall not tell
thee. Thou mayest look grave il thou
wilt, but shall not tell thee 7aoao. Call
my gondolieri; the day is pleasant and
they shall row me across the Lido.
AddiO, addso ~
The painter went on his way across
the lagune and smiled as one smiles at
lucky thought or successful specula-
ton. The musings were pleasant and as
he lay at listless length" within the
canopy of his gondola they found such
utterance as this:
"He is a good youth, and hath proper
love for art; he is studious, too, gentle in
manner, affcctionate, and with a warm
heart. My Beatrice is tender dove, and
it will be we'll if she can find ashelter in
his breast. How he gazed upon the pic
ture! Ifhe admire the original only halt
as much, the train will soon be in flames.
He is q goodly YOUTH And with such
thoughts did Titan take council on his
brief and pleasant voyage to the Lido.
Meanwhile the pupil employed him
self in looking at the portrait more min
utely than he heretofore had done. The
renewed and closer examination confirm
ed his original opinion of its excellence,
not alone as work of art, but as the re-
presentation of q character of feminine
loneliness more attractive than he had vet
beheld in Venice. The portrait repre-
sented a beautiful girl Just in the spring
of youth, bearing aloft in her hands q
massive casket, and pausing, as it were,
in her onward progress, to cast a smile
upon the beholaer-like sudden sun
burst! The face was one of exquisite
beauty, but the naive and cheerful ex-
preston, the hearty joyousness, the guile
less and trusting eloquence of aspect,
formed part Of intellectual loneliness
far greater than usually accompanies
mere beauty of features. For-though to
say so would be treason against the ma.
.jesty of that sex whom we generalize as
"fair" = I fear it is but too true that the
perfection of personal and mental beauty
do not often meet in one. Yet, even now
do remember to have me: that union.
The young artist admired the portrait
for some time and then fell into a medi-
tative humor-a thing unsual for him,
for, though he was Spaniard, he was a
youth of quick imagination and lively
. temperament, and it is not the want OF
such to anticipate the contemplative
thoughts which they believe belong to
the maturer season of manhood. The
youth thought and thought and thought
until, when Titan returned, he found his
pupil seated opposite the portrait, with
his pencial in his hand and his head
downward dropping as in his mood
Of poetic thought I have seen that of
Wordsworth, the great master Of the
Tyre. Titan came near, but Giulio dill
not stir; nearer still, and Giulio was
breathing heavily; close to him and
touched his shoulder The youth up
started! He had fallen asleep before the
portrait!
Oh, what very unlover- like accident!
But siesta is a treasure to the Spaniard,
and the day way dull, and it was weari-
some to be a alone, and, if the truth must
be told, Giulio, who had all painters
eye for beauty, had been up half the pre-
ceding night, serenading beautiful
dana, whose bright eyes had fascinated
him one evening as he passed beneath the
windows of her fathers palace.
Giulio Mantoni had been Titian's pupil
for some six months previous to the in
cident of the portrait and the slumber.
Without any introduction he had come