The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1881-11-11

ferent species of birds were we'll
defined.
And now we moved a little to the
left. Here the whole end of the
gallery was painted in one piece,
and Joe said that it was arranged
very tastefully. 1 thought that all
the parts were in keeping, and the
work first class. Joe said it ought
to have gold medal, for it was the
top piece of decorative art in the
gallery. So it was. We learned
that Mr.. W. G. Morris did it. Here
We also found some floral painting
On prepared wood. Joe said it was
very natural and quite sketchy. AT
the left were some good attempts
by little boy named Barrett.
And now we moved little to the
left. And behold great display of
photographs. Joe said they were
not so Savage" and thought they
were good enough for any one, but
did not think there were such fine
girls in Salt Lake. Here we hap
pened to stop and little JOe's eye
fell on a sweet little fruit picture.
We both thought it awful good in
composition and we'll handled, but
Joe said the figures in the distance
were too small. l thought so too.
Joe heard some one say 1t was one
of Mltchell's. / had often heard of
him but had never seen any of his
work before. Here were also two
landscapes by some young artist
from COalville that had some good
points in them. And a little to the
right some crayOn drawings, por-
traiture by John Hafen from Provo,
trea ed with much care and showed
natural talent in the artist, Leing
very lifelike and well modelled,
but perhaps a little labored. AS we
again became erect we saw large
picture "Atala." Joe said it looked
like the wind was blowing and he
thought Alfalfa looked very con-
tented and didn't seem to care
whether it did or not. People said
it was a fine picture. SO l suppose it
was.
Now we moved a little to the left.
Here Joe'S eyes caught something
that pleased him; it was painting
called the Mission" painted by the
same artist, Mr.. Ottinger. Little
Joe was much pleased with the light
and shade in this picture. [ thought
it jolly thing, being full of poetry,
treated in d broad and very effective
style, being rich in color and equal
to anything in the gallery. And
here l saw a light shine over little
Joe's face. / knew something had
struck him. He said: "See, here is
Alfalfa again. l guess it was after
she was rescued from the Indians"
1 could see by this that he was not
acquainted with the great novel,
and how poor Alfalfa ended her hope
less life in the great forests of
| America, and left her sad lover
alone and desolate to ramble through
the woods. l related some of the
| narrative TO him, and told him that
this picture represented the East,
and the next one to it the West, in
AID. so. This story touched him a
little, and he said the faces were a
good deal alike, only the figures
were dressed little differently; and
said he thought it looked like her
left arm was broken, which had
! happened in the rescue. told
him / did not think the arm
was broken. Then he said !:
"Then, l suppose people had more
joints in those days than now" I
said, if so l had never heard of it.
Seeing that / could not pacify little
Joe on this left arm, called his at
tention to another Of Nh. Ottinger's
figure pictures, called the Mormon
Battalion" which represented them
as coming to stream after a three
days march without water. Joe
said that by the looks of them he
should think that if they had been
without ten minutes more every one
of them would have been dead. Just
then two middle-aged ladies came
up and praised the picture very
much, and one Of them said that it
was painted by Mr.. OttInger and
she expected that he would get
gold medal for it. The other re-
marked that she had heard that he
got one every year.
And now we moved little to the
left. Here was a great subject be-
fore US, one that required much
study. 1t was Gales, He shall
wipe away the tears" painted by
Mr.. Armitage. We were both very
much struck with this picture. Joe
said that. perhaps, the Christ head
was little feminine. 1 thought
that the female face was almost per-
lection, and could almost imagine
that l saw the lips culver, while the
eyes were speaking of the very tears
that seemed to be burning their lids.
In that face the artist had thrown
his soul; he had not painted, but
created it: leaving it full of feeling,
almost flesh and blood. We thought
it, perhaps, little cold in color, but
admired it much Then, as we
turned to leave, our eyes fell on two
fine pictures over the door, which
we admired for a few minutes. And
then concluding to return the next
day and see who obtained the awards