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thoughtful judgment that is demanded; and the young man, “ There is nothing the mat. mischievous falsehood, and, what is more, he that, upon insufficient evidence, they utter ter, but perhaps you had better live in an- proved that he spoke falsely in the same hasty fiats, to recall which would be to pre- other city next winter. Give me your ad. breath. judice the supposed dignity of their stand- dress.” He wrote it in a pass-book, and the He had before him a debilitated man, ing; and, finally, that they so completely young man went away.
The address was wliom he examined in the customary way, lose their once lofty estimate of their holy wanted for the use of the bill-collector. and to whom he said, " There is nothing the calling that they bear themselves as critics When the patient got out of the austere matter;” but he added, “ Perhaps you'd betand antagonists to those who, humbled by presence and found himself in the street, he ter live in another city next winter." diseases, approach them for advice and as. reflected that he had not been called upon to Why “in another city next winter," if sistance.
describe his symptoms; that he now knew there was “nothing the matter ?” Why did These accusations are not made against nothing more about the character of his trou- he not say, as he should have said : those of the lower orders of practitioners, ble than he had known before; that he had “You are in danger. Your lungs are libut against those of the upper-against those received no explanations, no encouragement, able to become diseased, and you should not who, by the exercise of skill and real indus. no warnings; and that he was entirely dis- stay in the climate that produced this contry, have risen bigh in the estimation of the trustful of the doctor's statement that " there dition in your system a day longer than you community, but who have forgotten to prac- was nothing the matter.” He knew some- can help.” tise in the good ways that they knew when thing was the matter. He was too pale, too That would have been plain and honest, Founger. It is in the work of these aged and weak, he coughed too much, and he had too and it would have produced an alarm in the all-powerful men that the fault seems most many pains, to be put at rest by an impatient breast of the sick man that would have hateful.
assertion made after an impatient glance at armed bim against death with some effect. That great experience should have brought his condition.
The claim that reticence on a doctor's part them belief in themselves; that dealings with Still the doctor was a great man.
is frequently to be desired, does not admit thousands should have taught them to be ar- The patient hesitated and dilly - dallied of denial; but it is contended that he should rogant; that intimacy with all the sentiments until spring came, when he went to another always talk plainly when the question of the of life and death should not have kept them physician, who held up his hands in amaze- expediency of plain talk is even doubtful, charitable and kindly in their bearing to their ment, and ordered him off to Florida.
and that it is imperatively demanded by honfellow-men; that the traditions of their call- He became frightened, and he went to esty and humanity that he should speak ing should not have prevented them from Florida by the first boat, and found out, after plainly when he knows the patient has stambeing hasty, half-sighted, and obstinate—are staying there two months, that it was in all ina enough to bear the truth. It is to be lamentations that go up every hour from probability the worst place on the surface safely believed that the physicians whose many a forlorn sick-chamber ; and no one of the earth for a person with his ailment. methods are under criticism refrain from stands by to record them, and make them The weather was exceedingly bad, and the detailing what they know or suspect of a bear the fruit they teem with.
air was heavy with moisture almost contin- new patient's case from sheer antipathy to To cite instances in support of the accu- ually. Besides this, he found very little if embroil themselves in fresh affairs-affairs sations that have been briefly made would be any blood-food, such as it was positively ne- whose turns and complications miglit bring a useless task. The writer must content cessary that he should have, and also that discredit upon themselves. They show only himself with the reflection that what he has the druggists were ill supplied with fresh too plainly by their manner that they would charged will find support in the experience goods of the better sort. He was subjected that the invalid had gone elsewhere. They of nine invalids in every ten in the country, to all the inconveniences of overcrowded regard the stranger as an interloper in the and that no physician can be found who will towns, and when he fled from these he found fair circle of selected clients, and they disnot only admit the truth of what has been that he had also fled from the few sorry com- patch him in one, two, three order, and send said, in so far as it applies to his contem- forts that he had been able to purchase. him packing about his sorry business quite poraries, but will be able and willing to The result was, that he went to Aiken with as ignorant as he was before, and twice as add a little testimony out of his own mem- consumption fastened upon him, and I have bewildered. ory. no doubt that he is now dead.
It is to be said that, although the remeStill it may not come amiss to refer to The second physician committed as great dies for consumption are simple, it is in the examples of each of the shortcomings de. a wrong as the first did. The weather in application of them that the trouble lies. scribed, in order that the points may be il. Florida that spring was relatively quite as i The physician has upon his lips a few stock lustrated.
bad as it was elsewhere, and the physician pieces of advice, but if he does not compreTake the first count, for instance. A man should have known it. Had he prescribed a hend the condition and physical needs of the in the last stages of consumption, whom the drug whose quality was notoriously bad, he patient (and every patient is sui generis), be writer met in Aiken, had become alarmed about would have committed a misdeed similar to i had much better hold his tongue. bis condition some eighteen months before.
The law does not admit the plea All doctors can give the staple advice to He had gone to a prominent physician in Bos- of ignorance of a statute to enter into the consumptives, but it is only the best taught ton entirely unannounced, and had submitted defense of a culprit. How would the law among them that can find out what patients his case to him. The physician asked in frown, then, upon the blunder of a person who require modifications or elaborations of these quick succession these questions : “Any con- sends another into danger because he failed items of advice, and what these modifications sumptives among your immediate ancestors ?” to know wbat it was incumbent upon him in or elaborations should be. It is very nice "Is your life sedentary?” “What have you a positive sense that he should know. In work to make these discoveries ; it requires been doing for yourself?” “Do you cough case of the felon, knowledge, or rather a consummute skill, great experience, and much?” The patient was then ordered to strong impression, regarding the law should sound judgment; but it is all wholly within divest himself of his coat and waistcoat. The be instinctive; but, in the case of a physi- the duty of a good physician to perform it. physician applied his ear to the bared chest, cian, the knowledge of climate and collateral Believing this, how monstrous, then, does it and ordered that “one, two, three," should matters should be as much a part of his seem when a patient is hurried into the be counted. The enunciating was repeated stock of valuable information as his knowl- street with the commands, “ Live in a dry half a dozen times. Then the patient's lungs edge of medicine itself, and if he does not atmosphere; eat nourishing food; avoid were sounded by a series of taps made by have it, even to the most minute particular, changeable climates," ringing in his ears, the finger-tips of the doctor's right hand. and if he acts in his ignorance, then he is, in ' hearing after all but repetitions of the advice With this operation the examination was the harshest meaning of the term, a wicked he was once accustomed to hear in the nur. brought to a close. Scarcely four minutes
sery! What is a dry atmosphere? Where had been consumed in the task. The patient This same case may be made to explain is he to find it? How shall he take ad. was then told to put his clothing on again. | another poivt.
vantage of it when he has found it? What The physician wrote a prescription, calling The physician did not tell the truth to his food will help him? Is it to be procured for cod-liver oil and a mild tonic, and said to patient. In fact, he told him a deliberate and where he is to live? What are the chem.
ical changes that are to be wrought ? and hearts, than in the selfish expression quoted, age, a tall, broad, expansive forehead, a very so on, not ad infinitum, but to the extent Jonson, in his “Underwood,” says of gifts : full suit of chestnut - brown hair thickly perhaps of forty or fifty queries, all to be " They are the noblest benefits, and sink
threaded with gray, a heavy brown mustache, answered within five minutes, each being ab- Deepest in man; of which when he doth think, a nose with the droop which indicates detersolutely necessary to enable the patient to The memory delights him more, from whom mination of will and energy of purpose, and a conduct his case with intelligence.
Than what he hath received."
pair of clear blue eyes, full of kindness and And if these questions be not asked, and Yes, cold and emotionless indeed must full of poetry. It recalls a pleasant passage if the physician does not satisfy himself of be the heart in which remembrance is not des armes ; a little bantering npon some unthe true and exact wants of the system that wreathed and perfumed with gratitude when important and now not-remembered subject; needs treatment, then creep in those errors, the eyes fall upon a token, however simple and the slipping of the paper-weight in my those dreadful mistakes, the details of which or insignificant, evidencing in some manner muff, with——“And this, if you please, in remake the listener wonder if sense and hu. the thoughtfulness of the giver-whether it be membrance." manity have any offices to perform between a tribute to our own personal vanity, some From my description, with the locality in doctor and invalid.
little outcropping of taste or fancy, or some view, need I say my generous friend was If one but turn to listen, he may learn well-understood need. Gifts are rarely of. Thomas Buchanan Read, the sculptor, the from the lips of the sufferers themselves fered without a feeling that they will be ac- painter, and the poet! that they have “by advice " hastened to ceptable, and still more rarely without the My first acquaintance with Mr. Read was warmer lands only to find them enveloped hope that they will make the recipient hap-through a short and very pleasant correspondin fogs; that they have found places of “res- pier; while we have the authority of the ence, paving the way for a still more pleasuge" to be so utterly destitute of comforts Holy Scriptures for saying that “they who ant personal acquaintance, which grew into a that life was jeopardized within their lim- give are more blessed than they who re- friendship that developed to me many of his its; that the pains of travel have wrought ceive." And this reminds: Of treasures peculiarities and idiosyncrasies. Mr. Read evils that can never be repaired; that from which have come to me in this way, I find in was undoubtedly possessed of genius, and of lack of specific instructions they have wasted my jewel-box three small shells; and in a high order, though of a nature too diffuse valuable time and strength in experimenting memory I am carried back to my first jour. to make him willing to work for that excel. with various sorts of food; that they have ney by steamboat, on the Rappa hannock lence in any one pursuit which is almost indiscovered that their ills have been mis- River; and, among the passengers, to a fair. variably the result of great labor. My innamed—that “debility ” was consumption, | haired, bright-eyed little girl, a stranger to troduction to him occurred in his studio on
slight irritation of the bronchial me, who hung around me, asked my name, the Via Margutta, on a morning round of tubes"
was degeneration of the lungs, that a told me hers, and where she was going. Fi. visits by the party to which I belonged, to nervous cough was an unerring indicator nally, drawing from her pocket a small porte- the studios of several American artists then of the approach of death. While taking i monnaie, from which she abstracted the shells: in the “Eternal City.” At once be extend. fully into account the blindness and stupidity “I am going to give these to you," she ed his hand, in the manner of an old friend, of many patients, there yet remain indict. said, “because I like you. Uncle with a congratulation to himself that much ments enough against the physicians of brought them, with a whole heap of pretty flattered his visitor. “good repute" to cause universal distrust. things, from-from-from-oh, where! Mam- Before us were the principal works in One hears of delays, confused orders, incon- ma ?” she cried. “Ah! yes; the West In- | painting of his later life — “ The Star of sistencies and contradictions in diagnosis ; dies. No, no; you must keep them !” she Bethlehem,” “The Lost Pleiad,” “The Por. blindness to clear indications; obstinate ad- continued, as I demurred, and her mother, trait of the ex-Queen of Naples," “Undine herence to old methods when their worthless. more a stranger, smiled and bowed, “be- before Kühleborn." He was at work upon ness has been proved, and so on and on until cause I like you. Yes, I do!” Whereupon his “ Abou Ben Adhem," and hanging up in the very compliment, “our first physician," the little fay drew my head down, and im- a conspicuous place was his masterpiece, becomes an abomination to the ears of a lay- printed an earnest kiss upon my lips. And “Sheridan's Ride."
Could the offenses that doctors daily, I have kept them; the journey was a lonely “What do you think of that for a horse ? ' nay, hourly, commit upon the helpless and one, undertaken under circumstances sad- said he to me, complacently regarding his trusting folk that appeal to them for aid be dening to reflect upon, but brightened and work. defined by any method analogous to the beautified by this little episode.
“For a horse ?” said I, in a tone that methods by which sins against the statutes But it was not of my precious little shells might bave been somewhat dubious, for I are defined and punished, it is to be believed that I intended to tell, but other mementoes recognized a slight change in the expresthat the crimes would present as awful an as- recalling scenes, personages, and incidents, sion of his countenance. “I think you have pect as the crimes do that the courts are individually delightful to ruminate upon, and brought that horse up in remarkably fine called upon to judge; and, moreover, that, not devoid of general interest. They serve order after that wonderful ride." were the doctors placed at the same bar to to recall one of the most charming and useful “Keep that to yourself," he said, in an answer, there are not prisons enough in this periods of my life - months in the “Old | undertone, and with a slight smile. “No country to contain the culprits that would be i World," and a winter in Italy—in Rome, one but a rebel could see what you see. sent to inhabit them,
with its history, its ruins, its churches, and its | Keep it to yourself, I beg you." ALBERT F. WEBSTER.
art; Rome, with its solemn and imposing And truly the story, brilliant as it may Christian festivals, its gay, rollieking carnival, be, is exaggerated in the picture. The steed,
its long Lenten penance broken by petits dé- as black as night," with the valorous rider, MY SOUVENIRS.
jeuners, fox-chases, and other tolerated amuse- is represented as just coming into the Feder
ments for its pleasure-loving population; and al camp at Winchester; the dust rolling up BUCHANAN READ-RINEHART-POWERS,
May, the month of Howers in that climate, in in clouds around him, and the white froth
Florence on the rippling, musical Arno; and flying from his thin, pink, quivering, disMONG the many platitudes for which, in Venice — Venice, the beautiful, on her tended nostrils; while, bat in hand, and the since it has become unfashionable and
seventy-two islands, rising like molehills out glow of inspiration upon his face, the rider, grown unpopular, Tupper's “Proverbial Phiof the great sea.
slightly lifting himself from the saddle, aclosophy” is remarkable, we find the follow
Here on the table beside me is a small knowledges the cheers by which he is greeted ing:
paper-weight, from Rome, made up in the by the doubtful and discomfited men of his " Policy counseleth a gift, given wisely and in
neat manner of the Roman workers in mar- army. One would naturally think the horse,
ble, of red porphyry, Egyptian alabaster, after such a ride, must have shown some And policy afterward approveth it, for great is the vert-antico, and white Carrara marble, to imi- symptoms of weariness, and that all the force influence of gists."
tate a book; and in recalling the donor and vigor of the incident must have belonged But more sagaciously, because finding a to memory, a man undersized, as small men to the rider. Would such a representation, realizing echo in a greater number of human are usually distinguished, with a thin vis- and especially after Mr. Read's poem descrip
tire of the ride and glorifying the rider, be lightful Lenten petits déjeuners to which allu. Read, who produced from her portfolio the satisfying to the public, who, through the sion has been made, and “ Capri" presented priuted slip of a poem written in the same Ferses, have been taught to regard General to our accomplished hostess, Mrs. H—, and measure as his “ Watching”—a poem proPhil Sheridan as another Boanerges, if not a “Ischia” to myself. And at this moment it nounced by a critic in the Westminster Review Castor or a Pollux!
is before me, looking down cheerfully, and to be the finest ever written by an American And framed and hung upon the wall of bringing up in vivid portraiture the goodly author. The slip be gave me, after a sutile his studio was also the original version of company which surrounded that genial break- attempt to read it himself; and I left, prom. the poem which furnished the study for his fast-board, over the graves of two of whom, ising in a few days to see bim again. But it picture. Buchanan Read was not, indeed, a our hostess and the sculptor, painter, and was not so to be ; and now, as my eyes run rain man, as has been said by some, but he poet, the tall grass now waves.
over the smooth and beautiful lines of which liked well-timed applause, and accepted com- But of that breakfast. It was at our Ro. the opportunity and the improvement of the pliments with no boastful modesty, but as man home, in the Palazzo Ristori, and in the moment are the theme, and in which man is his due. At heart he was generous and no- small and unpretending dining-parlor in which represented as holding within himself his own ble, recognizing bravery, generosity, and po- the great tragédienne was in the habit of tak- destiny for good or evil, I cannot belp thinkbility, in others, and unwilling to wound or ing her meals when residing there. Of those ing, though his life was a busy and far from barm by word or deed ; and after more than present I now recall Mr. Randolph Rogers, being a profitless one, there must have been one visit from me to his studio, and my care- and J. Henry Haseltine, American sculptors; | many times when Buchanan Read was forced fully reading the original version of his cele- Captain Young, of her Britannic Majesty's brated poem- more than once
".... o'er bours - upon one service, formerly painter; the young Duke
That flew more idly by than summer wind."' occasion at a dinner, he declared he “had Braschi, and several ladies, who must be nerer written a line tbat in dying he would nameless. As we proceeded from the grand In three days from that time he died, wish to blot."
salon of the palace to the breakfast-room, Mr. leaving friends who delight more in rehears"Indeed!” cried I, in a tone more serious Read whispered to me:
ing his virtues than his failings, which leaned than mock resentment, and I quoted :
“If you will ask for it between the “to virtue's side." ** On the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and
courses, I will recite ‘Drifting' for you ;”. Of all his accomplishments, his poetry faster,
and, taking the cue, and seemingly in an un- came, perhaps, nearest excellence. His ef. Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster, premeditated manner, I did.
forts at sculpture were mainly in early life, The heart of the steed and the heart of the
“Drifting,” which was recited with an ex- and given up as a pursuit for painting; and Were beating like prisoners assaulting their
pression and enthusiasm in the author that in painting he was too much of a poet to give walls.'
added much to its beauty, was followed by such attention to details as characterizes the his “Singer,” “Sheridan's Ride,"
“ Watch"I beg your pardon !” he exclaimed,
work of all the most celebrated in the proearnestly, as I said, slowly, “How dare you ing,” and a splendid tribute to the great fession. His pictures, indeed, were poems
transferred to canvas. charge me with being a traitor ? ”
He liked light, intanthe very first publication of my poem I Webster, the title of wbich is not now re- gible effects, the painting of angels emitting
phosphorescent rays, and shadowy, indefinite ebanged the word trailor to foeman, and thus membered, but beginning with this line you will find it rendered generally in the
figures, which told a story of worlds more “The great are falling from us, one by one; "
sinless than our own. school-books into which it has been admit.
He delighted in in. ted.” And thus have I found it rendered ;
besides several striking poems by other au- vesting his female portraits in gauzy, diapha
thors. though there are few, nevertheless, who,
nous drapery, and looping it with soft, trans
The last time I saw Mr. Read was at the even after this declaration, would begin to
lucent pearls—"making us look," as said a regard Mr. Read's loyalty in the least ques.
Astor House, in New York, a few days pre- lady, “as we shall look when we get to tionable.
heaven." Mr. Read thoroughly appreciated
vious to his death. I had beard from a friend, the assistance of his poem toward Sheridan's fame, if he did not, indeed, think that the
same ship, of his illness; and, calling to in. | study of the old masters. This was especialhero of the poem was more indebted to this quire of Mrs. Read of the condition of his ly noticeable in his “ Lost Pleiad,” the draw. coup de grace of a poem for the most of the
health, by his request I was invited in to see ing of the figures in which could not fail to fame which attached to him. But that he
him. Already had death placed its signet suggest to the beholder the celebrated “ Iris" was a genuine friend and an ardent admirer
upon him; but yet he was hopeful, and spoke of the Gallery of St. Luke, while the drapery, of General Sheridan, there was no doubt;
confidently of life for years to come in his ethereal and clinging, and the mystical twiTet did he not refuse a generous meed of
cottage in the suburbs of Cincinnati. His light shadow that enveloped the creation were praise to some in the traitor category, underthoughts were full of what he had done, and essentially of himself, or rather of his style,
His “Sheridan's stood in his stirring poem, even to speaking his mind of what he wished to do. He spoke poetical and intangible. with pride of his descent from rebel stock in
of pictures that in imagination he had pro- Ride" was a singular departure from this Varyland, and other evidences to prove that jected, and of poems he would write.
style, and the spirit wbich pervaded it; and, he could recognize nobility and bravery in
“I have made a sketch of you,” I said, in though the horse has been pronounced by
the course of the interview. bis political enemies.
connoisseurs an exaggeration, he considered
He smiled feebly. Above my toilet mirror hangs a' small oil.
the painting, as it assuredly was, bis chefpainting, fifteen inches broad by seven deep.
“ And what did you say of me?"
d'ouvre. Of his portraits, of which he paintConnoisseurs say it is a gem. And truly in
“I said you bad four specialties, viz., ed many, that of the ex-Queen of Naples was drawing, coloring, and the poetry with which
poetry, painting, sculpture, and the compound his pet and pride. It is a full-length figure, it is invested, it is a gem. It represents a ing of terrapin-stew."
clad in white gauze, with a profusion of gauze view in Ischia, and with its companion, a
“Let it stand !” cried he—" let it stand about the shoulders and arms, and strings of view in Capri, was painted, at Mr. Read's re
just so. I made terrapin-stew for Mr. Long- pearls around the neck, and looping up heavy quest, by De Moontstant, an artist from Nor.
fellow when he was in Rome, and I made ter- masses of dark hair. It only needed wings folk, Virginia, to illustrate the following stan. rapin-stew for you—did I not ?"
to be the picture of an angel, if gauze is the zu in the poet's “ Drifting :"
He had not made a terrapin-stew for me, fabric in which angels dress.
but promised one when I should be a guest in And now I open a portfolio of photo. * Here Ischia smiles
his Cincinnati cottage, some time. O'er liquid miles ;
graphs, all of statuary, and the most of them And yonder, bluest of the isles,
With a glinting of the enthusiasm, which the work of modern artists; and, as one by Calm Capri waits,
in some moods characterized him, as I sat by one I pass them through my hands, I am carHer bundred gates
his bedside, “ The best of my poems," he ried back in memory to climbing the steep Beguiling to her bright estates."
said, “I am inclined to think, you have never triple flights of steps of the Trinità di Monti, These two pictures were brought up by It is entitled The Golden Now.'- and a large, commodious studio on the Via Ms. Read one morning to one of those de- Get it, will you, Hattie?” turning to Mrs. Gistina, in Rome: upon a site which might
who was a passenger from Liverpool on the Some of bis pictures betrayed careful
have been one of the terraces of the Pincian “ Clytie," though essentially Greek, is a de- across the Ponte Vecchio, around the Boboli Hill-overlooking in the distance the Capito- | parture from the “ Clytie we all know, in Gardens, and under the shadows of the Pitti line, the Palatine, Monte Cavallo, the Jani- which the head and shoulders of the daugh- | Palace, out to a suburban settlement on the cule, and the Piazza and Cathedral of St. ter of Oceanus are represented as rising out western side of the Arno, which, from the Peter. This studio was richly impregnated of the sunflower — the broad petals of the order of its architecture, the light drab, sal. with the aroma of art, having been for many yellow blossom curving off from her beautiful mon and cream color of the cottages, and the years occupied by one and another who wor- bust. Rinehart's “ Clytie" is a nude, full- neat gardens about, under a sky less clearly, shiped at the shrine. But the genius which length, standing figure, holding in her right deeply blue, and in air less soft and balmy, then presided would scarcely have been sin- hand a fully-expanded sunflower, upon which might have been taken for the suburb of gled out in a crowd as one about whose brow she gazes with bent head-her eyes fastened some thriving New England village. We in infancy the lambent flame of fortune, glory, upon it with an earnestness which might halted in front of a modern gate, alighted, and greatness, had played. He was a man have sent her soul through them, and vital- and, passing through a small and flourishing of medium size, thin and angular, with a ized the blossom into which she was turned garden, entered the open door of a wooden pale, fair complexion, light-brown hair and when despised by Apollo. She pined away, building, painted a pale salmon color, and beard, clearly cut but by no means distinc- and was transformed by the more merciful found ourselves within a finely-lighted, comtive nose and mouth, a forehead neither very gods. This Rinehart regarded as his chef-modious suite of rooms, used as a sculptor's high, very broad, nor massive, but a pair of d'ouvre. For its perfection no less tban studio. Around us were evidences innumerkindly, thoughtful blue eyes, which redeemed twelve models were employed, and those se- able of his craft. And full soon the sculptor his face from absolute plainness. Such was lected from the most celebrated for face and entered—a man, seen once, to be forever af. William B. Rinehart, whom one in passing i figure then in Rome-one furnishing one, and terward remembered : past middle life, tall, would simply pronounce an indifferent-look- another another portion of the body or some loose-jointed, but not ungainly in physique, ing man, but who was acknowledged in Rome superior grace, that tended to the creation with a dark complexion, tending to floridto be a diligent student, and the most suc- of beauty which had birth in the artist's ness, long, iron-gray hair and beard, massive cessful revivalist living of the old Greek soul.
but drooping features, and large, grayishschool of sculpture. Of all the artists that it Rinehart lived and died a poor man. He brown eyes, that spoke volumes of kindness was my happy fortune to meet in the Eternal never aspired to riches, but he had longings and poetry, yet energy and determination. City (and I can count them by dozens), I do for appreciation that were ill-gratified ; be- And we were in the presence of Hiram but simple justice to the memory of Rinehart cause, perhaps, his modesty was too great, Powers, world-known and world-famed! I by saying there was about him the least of a and the dignity of a true artist is inwrought know not why it should have been, but his merchant, the least assumption of originality with too much delicacy to allow him to thrust presence was overpowering, and it required or extraordinary attainment in his profession, forward his claims to notice, to the gaping some moments of listening to his voluble and the most modesty of any I met; while crowds. He was a Baltimorean by birth, and and instructive conversation for me to regain not one of his brother artists.spoke ill of with an intense admiration for the character sufficient self-possession to join in a talk that him, and none seemed to envy him. He pur- of Stonewall Jackson, the artist ardently interested me beyond measure. Nor in this sued the even tenor of his way, without in- wished for an order for an equestrian statue do I think I should have succeeded at all, had terfering with or obtruding upon others—an of the great Southern soldier.
he not produoed the little hand in marble, of artist and a gentleman - one of Nature's “But would it suit you ? " said I. “He which Hawthorne speaks in his travel-notes moulding, without fear and without reproach. was the most quiet of men; and history re- - the hand of one of his children when an Among his works, of which he did me the cords qu as little action of the proverbial | infant—the great artist's peculiar pet workhonor of sending photographs before I left 'old sorrel horse,' as the rider."
the hand which Hawthorne thinks should be Rome, I find “The Woman of Samaria,” “I could make it suit me!” he replied, copied again at sixty years of age, when it “Leander,” “ ,” “ Hero,” “ Clytie," and a pair with enthusiasm.
shall have performed the greater part of life's of reclining twin babes intended for a tomb. “ Then you would be compelled to expend duties allotted it, and the bones and sinews In all of these there is no mistaking the much idealization upon it, and thus the work and veins shall have each made for them a Greek feeling, the conscientious adherence would lose likeness to the originals."
character. The display of this little, beautito the strict rules of art which developed a “That could be managed,” he said, laugh- ful thing in marble had in it so much that Phidias and a Praxiteles. “The Woman of ingly, “and yet no one would fail to recog- was human, so much that was simple, so Samaria,” of life-size, and perhaps beroic, is nize the rebel hero, or his characteristic war- much that was akin to mortals less highly one of the noblest figures of modern creation | horse."
gifted, that I soon found my tongue unloosed, in marble. It is represented at the moment It seems, indeed, a pity, when his ex- my dumbness leave me, and, ere long, with a when, after meeting the Saviour at the well, pressed wishes were so few, that he could confidence which now surprises me, I was she declares, “ He told me all the things that not have had this commission; and yet, when exchanging opinions with him in regard to ever I did ”—her water-pot poised gracefully bis fame as a sculptor is regarded, those who his “Proserpine ; "his matchlessly-beautiful on her right hip, her left hand holding up the most sincerely admired and valued his gen. “ Greek Slave ; " bis dignified, womanly many folds of her loose robe, and a glad, ius, may be glad they were never gratified. “Eve;" this, that, and the other around us, pleased, surprised, and incomprehending ex- We can very well understand his success in as compared with the ancient “Venuses pression upon her countenance. Her face is classic studies, but cannot forbear a feeling and other celebrated pieces of Greek statthat of a Jewess, but idealized to the most of excessive doubtfulness when we think of uary; and, besides, his process for modeling extreme beauty ever seen in the daughters him as manipulating Stonewall Jackson, and plaster, whicb obviates the necessity of takof Israel.
bis equally unimpressionable war-steed. With-ing a clay model of the subject. His “ Leander" is nude, bold, brawny, in the last few months Rinehart, too, has of one thing I was almost immediately muscular, the limbs strong and supple, as if passed away, leaving the remembrance of his convinced, and that was that Mr. Powers was altogether able to cleave the waves of the exalted genius, his skill in his profession, an admirable talker-communicative and inHellespont, and the face of the purest Greek and his many virtues, to gather in a halo of structive—the talk embellished with flashes type. His “Hero" is the anxious, timid | brightness over a name and a fame compara- of thought and quaint expressions, which Greek maiden, standing upon the sea-shore, tively unknown.
could have emanated from po mind but one with a lighted lamp in hand, looking out over Now I open the lids of a “ Hand-book of instinct with genius, and one that delighted the dark waters—the wind rufling in many Central Italy,” and between the leaves I find in the true and the beautiful. I wish I could graceful and easy curves the loose, light folds two pressed sprays of small yellow roses, and remember all he said; all the nice points of her drapery. These two companion pieces a spray of a diminutive red called here brought forward, all the nice distinctions seem rather as if they might naturally have the picayune." And, seeing these, there made. sprung out of the marble than have been ma. recurs to memory the brightest of bright The day before we had visited the Ufizzi nipulated by human bands, so perfectly do | May mornings in Florence, a seat in a rick- Gallery, and this being discovered, it gave they agree the one with the other. His ety, hired carriage, a drive at a furious pace him opportunity for a short disquisition on
the “Venus de Medici," the good and the
ment had arrived when the sacrament of the bad points in the statue, according to his
holy communion was to be administered. As opinion—the perfectness of the figure, the
on that day at Washington, the sky had been misplacement of the ears, and other departA FEW NOTES FOR MY FRIENDS THE
overcast. A dim religious light only filled ures from correctness, undiscovered by any
the church; all was hushed, and the clergysave a practised artist. From wbat Mr.
man approached that part of the chancel Hawthorne and others say of him, this must HEN Mr. Tennyson, in his ever fresh
where the vessels were arranged on tbe altar bare been a favorite subject of conversation and wonderful “In Memoriam,” de. for the communion. As he did so, the stained with }fr. Powers. And who, better than he, scribes a sunset cloud
window on the southern side of the chancel could venture to criticise any school, or any
** That rises upward always higher
suddenly blazed, and a dazzling flood of light single work of art!
And onward drags a laboring breast,
fell upon the burnished silver, turning the He has been represented as ungenerous
And topples round the dreary west,
vessels to gold. And there the light conto other artists, and hypocritical, when a
A looming bastion fringed with fire"
tinued to rest, as though to give all who chance was given him to render an estimate. it is plain that the writer is painting an act- looked an opportunity to enjoy the spectacle. But this, from my own short acquaintance, I ual cloud which he saw—that he really had Did all appreciate the solemn beauty of it ? am much inclined to doubt; and equally as gazed at this piled-up, looming mass against
I know not. A few did, I am certain. As I mach inclined to accept his opinion of anoth- the red sunset which bursts forth only at the was coming out of the church I passed two er artist and his works, as founded on merit. ragged edges, " fringing" them with flaming men, apparently foreigners. In the course of the conversation, I well re- crimson. It is the happy privilege of poets “Did you see?” said one, in a low voice. member, the name of Rinehart came up. to take note of these grand or exquisitely
“ You mean" He seems to me to be a very conscien- delicate effects of the fairy fingers of light, “Yes, that effect of light on the altar and tious sculptor," I ventured timidly to say. to store them in memory, and to reproduce
the vessels." " Yes," he replied, quickly, and with them in verse as the painter sees and repro
wonderful !-wonderful!" much earnestness," the most conscientious duces them on canvas. I am neither a poet
Let us leave cities now, and come to a seulptor living. Not one has so high an ap- nor a painter, and can reproduce what I have much more tranquil locality-an old country. preciation of sculpture as an art, and not oue seen in neither fashion; but I can describe in house sleeping in the midst of green fields gives so exclusive study to the highest plainer prose, and I think I bave witnessed and oak-forests, in the neighborhood of the schools and the most rigid rules of the art." in my life some wondrous " effects." I shall Blue Ridge Mountains, in Virginia. This
Of his own works, aside from the baby- make the attempt to note down a few of these country-house has a long portico in fronthand, I found it impossible to decide upon beautiful memories. A reader here or there convenient old haunt in summer evenings, the artist's favoritism. From his “Eve” he with a taste for such things may possibly where you may lounge in an easy-chair, or went to his “Greek Slave;" from this, to find my notes interesting.
walk to and fro, passing the tranquil hour his “ Il Penseroso;" and then to his “Pros. This is my first memory. Nearly thirty of twilight in that wise and profitable idleerpine,” his “Fisher-Boy,” his “ California ; ” years ago I was in the Capitol at Washington,
ness which freshens all the faculties: and in and from bust to bust, turning each on its ped- in what month of the year I cannot now re- front is a green circle with a square white estal, drawing distinctions and descanting call, but I know that the day was overclouded, trellis in the middle holding up a tall “Kenbriefly upon all, in a cluster of gems of and the general aspect of the great Rotunda tucky rose," and a white-and-salmon honeythought, each radiant with that of himself, gloomy. A dull light only filtrated through suckle, which I am informed is very rare. I shich contributed so decidedly to his wonder- the glass above, in which the large, “ histori- only know that it is very attractive seen from ful magnetism, and yet made him feared and cal” pictures upon the walls were only half the upper windows on dewy mornings against respected more than loved and confided in. visible. Pocahontas was only a blurred fig. | the fresh greensward, and that the miogled
We were more than loath to leave his ure, and the combatants at Monmouth fought bloom of rose and honeysuckle form a great presence and the attractions gathered around in a sort of cloud. There was no one in the bouquet, with which the most exacting might bin; but etiquette prompted, even when we Rotunda, all was singularly quiet, and I ram- be pleased. Around the circle are some cetarned to go out of the studio, that the length bled around in an idle way, thinking, and dar-trees, growing, after their habit, in the of our stay might bave been a trespass on scarcely looking at any object, when all at shape of cones; and near them rises a weathhis time and good-nature, though he depre- once the space was lit up, as it were, by a er-worn pole, like the mast of a ship-once fated our haste, and seemed inclined to say sudden golden blaze; a long, brilliant stream surmounted by a weather-cock — which the
In his sculptor's coat and cap of light fell from a rift in the lowering clouds, Bishop of New York set up nearly half a cenhe followed us out to the carriage, as he and this sudden glory rested on a single spot tury ago. To end my catalogue of objects in passed along, breaking from a climbing yel. | in a single picture—the golden head of sweet this quiet haunt, you may see, across fields bx
rose, which overhung one of the front Rose Standish in “The Landing of the Pil- and woods toward the east, the Blue Ridge, windows of his studio, the two sprays now grim Fathers.” I shall never forget the de- clothed with forest; in the west the North before me; and, from a low hedge on a flower. | light I experienced—the tender sweetness of Mountain sleeps like a long, blue wave on border, the little red one. Their perfume is the poetical head of the young girl. All the the horizon, and toward the south the Maszone, but their colors are still bright, serving rest of the picture was in gloom, and ren- sinutton, with its tall headland above Strasnost marvelously to fresben and vivify mem- dered even gloomier by the partial illumina. | burg, and its peaks called “The Three Sis*5's wholly ineradicable picture, of that tion. Stern Puritans and fighting-men, lights ters,” rises suddenly from the level valley, a bright May morning in Florence, the gurgle and shadows of the painting alike, all were deeper blue against the blue of the sky. and ripple of the Arno, to whose murmur the dark, and but one thing was visible—the girl's I have often witnessed in this tranquil Casa Guido windows were opened, adding to golden hair in the golden ray.
country landscape very beautiful effects of the natural inspiration of the resident the My next memory takes me to the city of light and shade, for the sinking sun throws drive across the Ponte Vecchio and its con- New York and old Trinity Church. I had the shadow of the western Massinutton headstuences.
gone thither to attend worship one Sunday in land on the Three Sisters, and heightens Yes; here before me are my little, sim- the autumn of 1867. The large building was their attractions. Sometimes a tall pine-tree pie souvenirs—my paper-weight, my picture, filled, the clergyman had preached his ser- on the mountain wears the evening-star upon ay photographs, and my pressed roses- mon, the sweet young choristers had charmed its summit as a monarch wears a jeweled sliile they who gave them me now lie low in me with their touching voices, and the mo- crown; and I once observed the red disk of the dust, with the winds whispering above,
the setting sun just poised on the summit of their aims, their efforts, and their accom- * As the reader may imagine that this article the range with a long, snow - white cloud publements. T. Bucbanan Read was the first was suggested by the one in the last number of the
sweeping upward from it like a swin's feath. JOURNAL, entitled “Seven Brilliant Sunsets," we to go; then, Hiram Powers; and last
er, the wbole resembling to the eye of fancy think it only justice to Mr. Cooke to say that his Rinehart. Peace to their ashes ! MS. was sent to us before that article appeared.
a blue cap with a snowy plume, secured by Sallie A. BROCK. | -ED. JOURNAL
some blazing carbuncle.