National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1881-03-12

alone. without arms, he would be 10 match for his
enemies. Descending rapidly the staircase, he
gained the street. and posted himself few doors
foff in the entrance to the court. few minutes
later several men approached. who disappeared
steaithily in the house he had just quilted 3"
fancied," said the sculptor, THAT recognized my
assassin among them"
Many years elapsed, when one day David was
impelled by the desire TO revisit the SITE Knock
| ing nj the door where the girl had appcareu' ne
| obtained no answer. Asking workman on the
stair for Mile. Cemcntine, :" Don't know her, was
the gruf reply Nobody in the place had ever
| heard of q woman of that name Disappeared,
! doubtless the Iassie of 1877 who had incarnated
| such a beautiful dream. In the month OF August,
| 1873 following the obsequieS of his comrade, Cor
! tort or whom lac said, His sculpture is Ofice-an
| honest tradcsInau. who puts the right weight in
the scales neither more nor less, David deserted,
| ioungng along the Quai Malaquais, his old model,
| grown 10 womauhood, still beautiful, though
| miserable Under her arms she carried the Christ
the same which the sculptor gave her, with the
cxhortation You shall think of it when you are
tempted to do wrong" For moment he thought to
| leave the procession to follow the woman on her
errand TO the brio brae dealers Of the quarter,
ald for months afterward he scanned the windows
of tcse curiosity shops TO espy. if possible, TINS
! bronze figure of the Saviour Five or six years
subsequently, the artist once more stumbled across
| his young vision. Alas! how changed and fallen
David saw her disappear in one OF the hldeous
4 dens of vice, IN company with bully. This
creature, bearing already at forty the stigma Of
decrepItude vas the maiden whom the sculptor
| and the poet had met, who had for moment i'm
pregHstcd their dreams OF art with the genius OF
| liberty-Greece ever young and ever fair"
| But this WAS not the last time the pair were
faed 70 encounter each other. In July, 1S47 a
| figure drew timidly toward David as lie was pass
| Ing along the Rue des Boucheries. You do not
remember me, NJ. David?" she said. "Oh, yes; L
am SO changed. was prettier the first day when
| came TO you. Oh. could not pose any more for
| Ia Jeuue GrtcQue now" David shuddercd, dropped
| into the womans hand piece. and the next in
slant saw her taken of TO Jail by the police at
would be difficult to invent more poignant story,
adds the chronicler; but the end was not yet
come. David of hngcrs exiled by the coup d'etat,
repaired TO Greece. in company with his daughter.
| He wanted TO behold with his own eyes, under
| the pure sky of Attica, the chief work of his
| youth. lie must go to Missolonghi. to visit the
| tomb of Marco Bozzaris. Some one said to him:
| 80 Do not CO." why not?" inquired the traveller.
/ He soon to know the reason. Approaching
the strip of land where Byron died. at the foot of
| the bastion where Bozzars fell, the sculptor de-
scried his young Greek. "Methought saw her
thrill at the sight of her creator generation ago."
/ The next moment he gave vent to a cry of rage
and despair. The statue was broken-the right
hand smashed, the pointed finger gone. The face
was mutilated like the visage of its model, as
struck by her brutal protector. Rowing tourists
| English among the number-had defaced the
| pedestal, and other infamies had been committed.
David never fully recovered from the stroke, and
/ returned soon afterward to his native town to
die. His heart bled at the thought of the outrage
| inflicted by those barbarians. Alas! for our shat
| tered idolsl These barbarians were Creeks
| American Architect