Morris tribune., 1883-05-09
ABROAD.

Two years and half ago | was in
Paris, and on visiting the beautiful
Apoll.. on gall ~, rich in lis treasures
and appointments, | saw an old man
named Duv#l, who had on his easel a
really splendid reproduction of that
beautiful salon. Entering the gallery
| remarked it would be strange if the
venerable art was still there. Judge
my surprise when on going to the end
of the apartment the shady old artist
was there indeed, with the finished
picture as of old, only he seemed Older
than befor;; his hands shook more:
the crows feet were cut deeper; and
the thin frame seemed thinner than of
yore. Should l be spared to visit the
Hcuyre again would / see the still
thinner but unmistakable form of
Monsieur Duval? Perhaps | may,
who knows? Imagination might lead
us to think as a thi g not yet impos-
sible. But there is Il limit to all
human effort, and / should say the
venerable Monsieur will soon lay
down his brush to paint the Apollyon
gallery with it's glitter and it's gold
ever more forever. just took glance
a some OF tie great pictures in some
OF tie galleries; but the chief attrac-
ton Oh this occasion, for | wanted to
see it once again, was the statue of
the Venus de Milo, piece of statuary
which is thing of beauty and af joy
forever. | remember seeing a repre-
sentatioil OF it in the house of one of
my friends at Morris, and the remem-
brance af my first visit to the How're
was Of course pleasantly recalled. I
lave had the pleasure of again look
ing upon this marvellous figure. called
by some artist who haas left his work
but not lis name III the world through
which his spirit enclothed in mortal
yarb has passed. The figure was dis
covered in the Greek Archipelago, and
was presented to France by some
nUblenlcn. In a glass case is a hand
for both arms Of the statue are missing
and fragment of the arm, but there
is 10 hope that the lost portions of
this splendid work Of art will ever be
recovered. Ifany Of my readers visit
Paris they 1houii certainly ask some
Of the attendants TO direct them to the
statuary department where they will
see the Venus de Milo,
How happy the Parisians seem en-
joying themselves in the beautiful
gardens of the Palace of the Luxem-
oury. Were these the days of royal
ty in France there would be small
chance Of their ranging among the
lively trees, by the charming statues,
;:a;i :i.r gushing fountains of this
Pari4ia.} paradise. When | was there
TIE senate VAS sitting, so Of course I
did not seek to revisit the part devoted
to the discussion of national ques-
tons. A walk through the garden,
and IA saunter through it's galleries,
rich with gems of sculpture and treas
ures of pictures Of Rosa Bonheur and
other artists. One picture Was being
extensively copied. 1t was maternal
bereavement. Her baby by was ~
ing at her feet dead, and size, with red
eyelids, was seeking conso alton from
spirituai-minded looking rctigiuse.
The painter was an artist. The child
in the original was dead child, but
the artists who were copying only
painted a sleeping one, Shakespeare
makes one of his characters say: 1.-The
sleeping and the dead are but az pic
tures.o But the true seen and the
spiritual artists see vast difference
between them. looked into the
American exchange in Paris, situated
iii the Boulevard des Rue Cupuceines
filli stS llOih Ii.
The attendant very kindly and
promptly showed me through the es-
| Enlistment, which Is most conforta-
BILE and complete. My lady friends
may be interested in knowing that
there are apartments where they can
retire and rest awhile when wearied
with wandering through the gay bou-
levartis Of the city. Americans con-
nected with the London American
exchange have of course use of the es-
/ Enlistment in the French metropolis.
| AT Notre Dame we saw at once Il
wedding and funeral. The deep
bass chanting of the officiating priests
/ aud choristers overpowered the ac-
cents of the Padre, who presided at
the wedding ceremony. Such is life.
The tears Of women flow close beside
the merry laughter of the joyous. But
/ it is sweet to think that He who went
to the grave Of Lazarus did not dis,lain
to turn in among the wedding guests
of Cana.
/ But more in my next.
j. p. HUTCHINSON.