The Newtown bee., 1889-09-13
sEwrows, CONN, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER Is
The Boy Who Became a Sculptor.

In a little Italian village, there once lived jolly stone cutter named Pisano He was poor, of course, or he would not have been stone cutter; but he was Hull of good humor and everybody liked him.
 There was one little boy, especially who loved old Pisano, and whom PisanC loved more than anybody else in the world. This was Antonio Canova, Pi sano's grandson, who had come to live with him because his father was dead and his mother had married harsh man who was unkind to little Antonio. An, tonic was frail little fellow and his grandfather liked to have him near him during his working hours.
 While Pisano worked at stone cutting little Antonio played at it and amused himself making clay figures, drawing and cutting into shape the small pieces of rock which lay about the yard. The old grandfather soon saw that the pale faced little fellow at his side was won derfully skilful at such things.
 As the boy grew older, he began to work in the shop during the day, while In the evening his grandmother told him stories or sang to him. All these things were of great value to him, for, without his knowing it, they were improving his taste and awakening his imagination.
 It so happened that Signor Faliero, a man of great wealth and rare under standing in matters of art, had a palace near Pisano's house, and at certain times entertained many distinguished guests there. When the palace was very full of visitors, old Pisano was sometimes hired to help the servants with their tasks; and Antonio sometimes did work there, for a day or two, when great feasts were given.
 At one time, when Signor Faliero was to entertain very large company at dinner, young Antonio was at work among the pots and pans in the kitchen. The head servant came in, just before the dinner hour, in great trouble. The man who had been at work upon the large ornament for the table had sent word that he had spoiled the piece. What was Go be doneS The poor fellow whose business it was to put the table in order Was at his wits end.
 While everyone was wondering what 1t would be best to do, the little boy came forward and said:
 "If you will let me try, l think 1 can make something that will do."
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 'I am Antonio Canova, the grandson of Pisano," answered the pale-faced little fellow.
 "And, pray, what can you do?''
 "I can make something that will do for the middle of the table, if you will let nee try" said the boy.
 The servant, not knowing what else to do, told Antonio that he might try. Calling for large quantity of butter, the boy quickly moulded great crouch iag lion, which everyone in the kitchen said was beautiful and which the now rejoicing head servant placed carefully upon the table.
 At the dinner that day, there were many of the most noted men of Venice merchants, princes, noblemen and lovers of art work. When these people came to the table, their eyes fell upon the butter lion, and they forgot the pur- pose for which they had entered the dining room, They saw there something of higher worth in their eyes than any dinner could be, namely, work of genius.
 They looked at the lion long and earn estly and then began praising it and asking Faliero what great sculptor he had persuaded to waste his skill on q work in butter, that must quickly melt away. But Signor Faliero knew as little as they and he had, in his turn, to asl the chief servant. When the company learned that the lion was the work of [ boy, Faliero called the boy into tn, dining room and the dinner became [ sort of feast in his honor.
 But 1t was not enough to praise thu boy. These were men who knew tha such genius as his belonged to the worlt HUI tO ShiuSt, ahu toule please them more than to aid in giving him an education. Signor Faliero him self declared that he would pay tn, lads expenses and place him under thu instruction of the best masters.
 The boy, whose highest wish had beer to become village stone cutter, who's, home had been in his grandfather's cot tage, became at once mem Der of Signor Faliero's family, liv ing in his palace, having at his com mand everything that money could buy and being daily instructed by the best masters In Venice.
 But he was not the least spoiled by this change in his life. He was still the same simple, earnest and faithful boy He worked as hard to gain knowledge and skill in art as he had meant to work to become good stone cutter . Antonio Canova's course from the day on which he. moulded butter into lion was steadily upward, and when he died he was not only one of the greatest sculptors of his oYn time, but one of the greatest of all tim8.-GEo. CARY EGGLEs. TON, Harper's Fourth Reader.
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