The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-03-10

(The following article. from the
s William and Mary College, in
sp iT l' BY SEEING mnrbie from m the
chisel OF w. o. Partridge, who Is
the sculptor OF the Pocahon ,t!s
summer on jamestown 1sland.)
Ascending the grand staircase lead
ing to the second story in the Cor
eoran Gallery Of Art yon STAND IN the
l." 1t represents the great Emperor In
his last days, with the map Of Europe
lying in his lap It is the 20, onl. marble ma
considers it eminently appropriate that
this warrior OF three continents should
thus be honored as, monarch Of all he
stone, recall the Corsican's battles
power and glory. You are thrilled and
pass on.
We enter another hall and admire the
quislte beauty Of 'The Peri at the Gates
Of Paradise" but here is a marble bust
by w, o. Partridge that !. Is "touehe Il
Is your grandmother and mine. She
wears the quaint lace cap and dress
Of other days. Her form is aged and
and worn, is the picture of hope, The
sculptor well calls his conception
Nearing Home" BY faith she sees
afar and enters In through the gates of
pearl.
mornng I b the ea Of ola f san
Historic saRpd ssssrs E5nasr 's 81 bs
Mashington H Henry Jeiferson s's Marshall.
Clay and "Stonewall" jackson, but they
worn face of my friend. He once fol-
lowed the dauntless Lee, but now no
more shall he sit with his comrades
arc over; his work is done, lie is
Nearing Home"
tb In the fl noe at,ot that It now shepherd
form. like the marble OF Partridge, is
bent, and her face .wrinkled and worn,
no ous en s. h Is she or n0f But to e. " T. h
faith, her pleasant smile and words Of
cheer are r "A benediet!on to her pastor,
A typical Southern girl few months
ago was visiting for the first time her
grandparents at the old homestead
amGong the pines and palms and oaks
deep blue sky. She has Just driven
upon the emerald and flower. carpeted
WHO watched over her mother in her
infant days.
. There ar. are two i aged {, couples. The
ing, plantation. and they welcome iillza-
Behind them stands Uncle Silas, with
his hat IN his hand His hair is rs
white as the cotton In the surroundings
fields, for he has been the family
coachman for more than half CEN
fury. BY his side is his wife, the old
"black nanny" with her head and
neck bound in kcrchlefs as white and
spotless as the apron she wears over
her gourd patterned calico dress.
Bless yer, hunny. says she who
had been "mammy" for three genera
tons Use so glad yuse COM. ] kno'
ole Mis- herself Amt no prouder dan
Is. His Is my oil man, whar uster taxi
yo' gran'mn here. over ter skule Mt
Majer Gordon's, when she wus n little
gal" Then the ebony Chesterfield,
stepping up to the fair visitor, saws
with his voice full OF pathos .pey tell
me dis han I'm erholin' in mine is do
ham Of de dauter OF de chile OF my
Missis"
As they strolled together toward the
roof-tree that had sheltered so many
generations, the granddaughter, robeel
In white and more beautiful In her
young womanhood than the lilies that
blossomed mt her feet, looked once
again at the aged couple--still friends
and undivided oven by tho emnncipa-
ton rproclamatlon--and unused. Near
As the recent Christmastide ap-
preached, DIR, u, y. Wingnrd, of Column
bia, s. c.. one OF our Southern poets.
was Nearing Home" AT the age of
fourteen, he had written n little poem
entitled almost Home,n and, like Ten
nyson's Crossing the Bar" II might