The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-09-24

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ity--His Pane In Rome,
Captain FraeaSSa, Of Rome, Aaly,
Our readers do not need to be present.
ed to the ilIustrlous Cavalier, NJ, Ezekiel,
the great American sculptor, who has
been living among us for many years,
and who is known and admired by all
who love beauty in It's most complete
form.
Many know this artist personally as a
kind and valorous gentleman, and who
ever by invitation has had the good for.
tune to make single visit to his pic.
turesqne studio, situated In the baths oil
DioCietian, feels compelled by an ire
sistible attraction to return there again
and again,
The enormous room, with its rough
walls adorned by massive paintings and
ornamentations, and filed with his
creations OF Judith, Homer, David, Eve
and many Others, serves as a reception
apartment for the sculptor, This not
being sufficiently large for his enoF-
nous works, Mr.. Ezekiel has added to
this singular home, another part OF the
Cesarian ConstruCtiou-another blgroom
In the interior Of the Terme, which
seems and Is a temple.
Here is nothingoI the sixteenth cen,
turS No Greek vases are to be seen as
In tho upper part OF the studio, that
which Is approached by a little exterior
path serving as a staircase, kind OF con.
servatOry or gallery adorned with flowers
and vines, Here Is nothing but a.
snowy whiteness Of marble; a white
world OF illustrious men who seem 10
mediate; Of lovely children who seem
to laugh; OF beautiful women who seem
to dream.
There you see sketched In marble the
head OF Longiellow, whose strong de.
lineations, rich, undnlaLiug hairand long
beard might well be taken for a modern
Jupiter.
This noble iace Of Evangellne's poet 10
destined for the Cincinnati Art Museum,
There Is the bust OF Tito MonachesiS'
infant child, lately deceased; lovely
little figure, with all the gentle melan.
ChOly OF a flower, that, rs Aleardi used
TO say, "inhales sweet odor from
heaven.n The child speaks, laughs,
looks with large shining eyes, but one
understands that his word and his smile
come from far above; and the blending
OF the reality OF the sweet living creature
and the ideality Of the salnted dead
make OF this picture q small master.
piece (Capolsyoro.)
We are told that tho young mother Of
the child loves this efiigy dearly, and in.
stead OF placing 1t above his tiny tomb
she will keep It In her home, where,
spiritually, tho little angel dwells as be.
fore, and in the solitary hours, when
memory, blended with longing, makes
itself SO purc and vivid as to afford 10 US
a double lie, the poor mother will be-
guile herselfinto believing that she still
has the little treasure near her, with his
fathers violin In hand, crying disConso.
lately, as he used 10 do, when, instead OF
the bow, he was given a stick. Upon
tho pedestal oil this figure Adolfo do
Bosis, the illustriOus translator Of Shell.
10y, and tue dearest friend Of Mr.. Eze-
kiel, has written some sweet verses.
That reclining figure represents Mrs.
Andrew D. White, a lady widely known
in Europe, especially In Berlin, where
her husband was an ambassador from
the United States. Her divine womanly
form rests upon couch spread With
Damascus pillows, her shapely head in.
Clined 10 the left, her hands clasped to.
gether more In q dreamy attitude than
In prayer, Upon her almost virginia.
breast there is small spray OF roses,
Her dress is like a modern morning
gown, plated as GreCiRn pepluS, and
gives to all her figure a dazzling and
classical harmony. II seems as though
the marble OF 0arrars In this wonderful
work OF Ezekiel's presents all OF the gra.
datlons Of the white. Silvery white iS
the hair waved In front and braided be.
hind,
('rhe beautiful lady, although not
forty years old, really had hair Of q
snowy white color,) White also Is her
face OF an alabaster transparency white
her dress, lighter than the Cashmere,
aud transmitting the rays OF light less
than the India muslin.
One sees (Alasl who can not see2)
that the lady sleeps . sleep far too sweet
for awakening In this vulgar world-a
sleep in which perhaps she dreams hap.
PLY, But 1t seems nevertheless, as II
her bosom heayes with the gentle pal.
pitations that cares invisibly the bunch
Of roses; us II gentle zephyr moves the
folds OF her angeliCal gown.
In this, as In every figure Of departed
ones intrusted 10 Mr.. Ezekle's ability,
death and life 60 hand In hand In such
way that they seem TO blend with each
other,