Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-12
and great, dark, flashing eyes, suggestive

and great, dark, flashing eyes, suggestive
of anything but snow image.
However, the audience was not critical.
The Duke di Medici and his suite express
ed their surprise, as we'll they might at
the excellence of the work; and Michael
Angelo, at his patrons suggestion, altered
the flower girls glum expression into
severely forced smile. The statue, not
withstanding that her bare brown arms
were thin enough to have passed through
a napkin ring, was then voted model Of
loveliness and the happy artist was
crowned with laurel, before the eyes of
his delighted father.
The next scene was the Castle of Cap
ress, the birthplace Of Michael Angelo;
by the way of heightening the effect the
statues were retained, and would have
done duty as marble statues with great
success, had not Miss Muddleson in the
very midst of the act, send word to the
flower girl to lower her arm, as she was
plainly much fatigued from her strained
position. The order was obeyed, but it
was felt to he an action that destroyed
the realistic effect of the whole scene,
and even Viola was not halt as grateful
as she might have been for the well-meant
interference. Now it was made clear to
all that Michael Angelo was not
only a successful artist, but model
son. The money had not been wasted on
foolish friends, but given in an eccentric
manner to poor and starving family.
The happy father il transport of JOY,
exciaims, ''Come to my arms, my beloved
son!' The son rushes into the paternal
embrace! The mischief making servant
weeps for JOY that all is made clear, just
as if it had been his fault from the first,
and with gush of tenderness on the
part of all the actors, the play came to a
triumphant close.
This was the part most dreaded by
poor Minnie. She had begged hard to
have the embrace left out, but Lizzie was
unexorable, and Michael Angelo himself
enjoyed it, so it was gone through with,
although when the happy father called
upon him to come to his arms, 1t was no.
ticeable that he took a step backwards,
as If to avoid the shock, and seemed ex-
tremly glad when he got rid of him. Per-
haps this was because the joyful boy in
his transports managed to knock over a
little table which furnished the entire
apartment, and which, as though con-
scious of its deficiencies, and anxious to
do its best, fell to the floor with crash
enough for whole set ofchairs and So
fas. Even this would not have been so
ad, if Lorenzo the magnificent, who
was always distinguished by his oblig1ng
disposition, had not forgotten his high
rank and sprung forward to pick it up;
while Urbino stood calmly by, as though
accustomed every day to have the cream
of the Italian nobility do the work he so
d1sregarded.
However the applause was SO loud and
long that the actors felt justly compli-
mented, and it was announced that by
way Of epilogue, there would now be
presented the sorrowfnl tableau of Mich
ael Angeles death.
After five minutes wait, the curtain
again rose, and revealed the touching
spectacle Of the great sculptor on his
death bed, which consisted of two chairs
we'll draped with shawls. His dark
hair still curled closely around bis
smooth, plump face, and even his clothes
so we'll had he taken care Of them dur
ing long and eventful life, were as
fresh and handsome as IN those by-gone
days.
The bakers cap and the wooden sword
had indeed disappeared, but all the rest
was unchanged; while around his couch
in graceful Attitudes knelt his father the
Duke, Sebastian and Urbino, equally uu-
altered, and weeping into clean white
handkerchiefs. And now from behind
the scenes were heard the plaintlve notes
of "Home Sweet Home,'' played with
much skill and beauty by clever little
Irish girl, on that saddest Of all musical
instruments, a comb.
1t was too much!
Several times during the process of
the play had Mr.. Rollins seemed more
or less affected; but at this point, his feel
ings overcame him, and he buried his
face in his own handkerchief, while his
whole frame shook convulsively, it is to
be presumed with sobs. Stifed sounds
which somewhat resembled weeping
broke out in different parts of the room
and midst silence more telling than
the loudest applause, the curtain for the
last time was slowly lowered, and the
great event was over.