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ness, with joy, and with old remembrances. | Why, I am going as far as the gate of It was the fairest day of his exile, and he was Flanders, to meet my comrade Girodet." smiling at the thought that this day was to " That is another thing; but are you sure be followed by a happy morrow, when a that he will enter by this gate! Has he young woman of a slender and graceful informed you of the exact hour—" form, her face serious and regular, her attire Ha, mordicu ! what is that to me? If elegant, advanced towards him, and said, I meet him, I shall embrace him some moreaching out her hand :

ments sooner,

and if I should walk for an “ Permit the grand-niece of Franklin, Ma- hour along the road, while waiting for dame Hobart, to pay a tribute of admiration him, it will divert me; it will be exercise. to an illustrious exile."

Doctor Franchomme has recommended it The old man bowed, pressed his lips upon to me. Go now to your work, and see the gloved hand of the beautiful American, that the roast beef does not burn." but he could not find the slightest compli With these words, the former member ment to address her. A stranger now pre of the Convention crossed the threshold of sented himself, with an air almost of suppli- his solitary habitation, striking the pavecation, holding in his hand an open portfolio ment with his iron-shod cane, as if he had and a crayon.

given a proof of his authority, and laughing “M. David," said the young Englishman, in his sleeve at the expression depicted in with a very guttural accent, “will you have the face of the old domestic, who gazed the kindness to draw me a line, a single line after him as he departed with an air of upon this paper p"

stupefaction. “ A line !" replied the painter with a smile, The old man walked with a firm step; he scarcely comprehending the wish of this in inhaled, with full lungs, the fresh morning sular amateur in autographs ; " why not breeze; he was gay, young, and happy; he two ?" He took the crayon and traced two was about to behold a friend again. But in parallel lines

upon the paper, though not with his eugerness, he had anticipated the time true geometrical accuracy. The Englishman at which the diligence usually arrived, by overwhelmed him with thanks, then turned, nearly two hours; he did not perceive this and was soon lost in the crowd.

mistake until he had walked for a considA sweet night, passed in golden dreams, erable while in the large and filthy suburb, succeeded to this happy day, and at early which lies adjacent to the gate of Flanders. dawn the poor exile, who was usually so His pipe, the faithful companion of his studio gloomy and taciturn, rose, for the first time, and of his exile, he had left behind him; in cheerful and almost gay, and admonished his his hurry he had forgotten it. He continued housekeeper, who was surprised to find that his solitary walk, busied with pleasant he had risen before her, to get breakfast thoughts, and diverted from them only by ready, and to think in advance of the din. the passing of the workmen repairing to their ner, which he wished should be worthy of labors, and of the market women hastening, the renowned guests whom he expected. with all the speed allowed them by their

“How ! you are going out, sir, and so early ?" Flemish rotundity, towards the market De cried the good woman, on observing that her l'Horologe. master had his hat upon his head, and his When we are lounging on alone, above cane in his hand.

all, when we are waiting for some one, we “Yes, mother Rebecca,” replied M. David, act like children ; we resort to every device with a smile, advancing to the outer door; | to kill time, and to appear to be doing "I take the liberty of going out, and of something. A flower-pot at a window, a walking alone, like a grown-up boy." magpie in a cage, a fly in the air, renders us

“But it is scarcely daylight; all the shops the service of occupying our thoughts for a are still closed.”

moment. M. David was so fortunate as to “I do not think of making purchases." encounter during his prolonged walk an

“But where, I ask, can you be going, then, artist at work in the open air, a glazier at this hour ?"

doubtless, rather than a painter, who, " Ha, sacrebleu !" replied the impatient mounted upon a ladder, was flourishing his painter ; "can you not guess, old beldame ? | brush with the coufidence and enthusiasm

of Le Gros, completing his admirable cupola | left eye, and making a shade of his palette, of Sainte Geneviève.

to assure himself of the effect of his paintThe painter of The Coronation passed ing. He was admiring himself in his work; twice before the dauber, casting a furtive he was bappy, and M. David's exclamation glance at his work, admiring the intrepidity came at a very untimely moment, to trouble with which the worthy man overlaid with his satisfaction. pure ultramarine the background of his “Parbleu! I suspected, indeed, that you landscape, to represent the sky. Beneath were trying 'to paint a sky," replied the the sign, which was almost completed, was pitiless critic; " but I simply say, that there written in large letters, The Break of 1 is too much blue." Day;" a precaution as necessary to indicate "Have you, by chance, ever seen skies the intention of the artist, as was the in- | painted without blue, Sir Amateur ?” scription, “ Flemish and Dutch beer for sale “I am no amateur. I say only in passhere,” to reveal the occupation of the pro- ing, and for your guidance, that there is too prietor of this chef d'oeuvre.

much blue—that is all. Do as you please, " Here is an honest Vandercrout," said the and if you think that there is not enough, French artist to himself, “who understands put on more." about as much of perspective as a cart-horse, “But, blockhead that you are, have I not and who, I would bet, flatters himself that told you that it is a sky, a clear sky, without he has all the talent of Rubens. He daubs clouds, a sky that is to represent the break his board as if he were greasing a pair of of day?" boots, and he is happy."

“A reason the more, ventrebleu! a sky of When M. David passed the third time the color of charcoal! Are you crazy, my before the ladder, he could control himself | dear fellow, to use blue! You must have no longer ; a second layer of ultramarine lost your senses." had just covered the first; it was enough to | “By Saint Nicholas, it is too much !" cried make one's flesh creep. Continuing his the exasperated dauber ; "you are an old walk, and without looking at the culprit, he fool and an ignoramus ! you know nothing muttered, “ There is too much blue !" of painting. I should like to see you paint

“ Ha! what is that?" cried the sign- skies without blue." painter. But the man who had ventured to “I do not say that I am very skillful in make this criticism was already at a distance. painting skies, but if I were to attempt it, Twice again, Girodet's friend passed and I should not use blue.” repassed before “ The Break of Day;" and "Indeed! it would be fine then." twice he could not refrain from uttering the “It would at least look like something." same exclamation—" There is too much “That is to say, that my picture looks blue!" The offended artist turned and like nothing." shrugged his shoulders in reply, asking him- “Ma foi ! nearly so; it looks like the self, doubtless, what business this person window-shutter of a wretched inn, like a had to meddle with his work since to judge sheet of daubed paper, like a dish of spinach from his garb, he did not seem to be wealthy —what you will." enough for a purchaser, and he was far from "A dish of spinach! a window-shutter!" having the air of a skillful connoisseur. As cried the Brabant artist, trembling with rage. he passed for the fourth time, the un- “I, a pupil of Ruisdael ! I, the fourth cousin known lounger repeated his eternal refrain of Gerard Douw ! and you pretend to under

_" There is too much blue.” The color stand my art better than I do—an art which mounted to the face of the Brussels Wouver- I have honorably practised in Anvers, Loumans.

vain, and Liege A dish of spinach!” The “ Do you not see, sir, that I am painting rage of the insulted painter rose to such a a sky ?” he said, with that tone of apparent pitch, that he grasped the critic by the arm, moderation which a man assumes who is and shaking him violently, added : growing angry, and still wishes to conceal | “Do you know, old dotard, that my repuhis vexation. The artist had just descended tation has been made long since that I from his ladder, and had posted himself on have painted a red horse at Mechlin, a great the opposite side of the street, closing his stag at Namur, and a Charlemagne at Aix

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la-Chapelle, before which every body stops / who has wished to play me a trick," he said, in admiration ?

laughing, to some neighbors who stood “ Massacre ! vile glue vender l” cried M. around him. “He is some Dutch or French David, pushed to extremity, and tearing the sign-painter: but I am frank; I confess he palette from the dauber's hand; “ give it to has talent ; yes, I acknowledge him to be me; you deserve to be painted in the mid- / my master." dle of your · Break of Day, with a fool's The painter of The Oath of the Horatii, face, and with ass's ears.” And, hurried away his momentary excitement having passed, by his indignation, he had already ascended was about to descend the ladder, amid the the ladder, and was now effacing, with the plaudits of the spectators, when a new-comer palm of his hand, the entire chef d'auvre of appeared among them, mounted upon a his brother artist, who stood motionless and handsome English horse, who recognizing, stupefied.

as he thought, M. David, on the singular “Stop! stop! old fool! old wretch I cried pedestal upon which he was perched, had the unfortunate painter, pale with terror. made his way through the crowd, at the risk “A splendid sign ! a picture worth thirty of trampling some honest Fleming under bis five francs ! I am lost! I am ruined I” And horse's feet. he shook the foot of the ladder, to compel! “This painting is mine !" he cried, in a the barbarous Vandal to descend. But the jargon which excited the merriment of the latter, alarmed neither by the cries of his populace of Brussels. “I take it, I purvictim, nor by the presence of several neigh- chase it; I will give a hundred guineas for bors who had assembled at all this noise, it; I will cover it with sovereigns if necescontinued pitilessly to efface “ The Break of | sary." Day," mingling together the earth and the “How !” said the Brabant painter. sky, the sun and the trees, the houses and “What say you ?" asked the Flemish the human figures, or at least what was de- landlord. signed to represent buildings and men; then, “I say that I will give you any price you not less prompt in restoring than in blotting ask for this painting," replied the stranger, out, employing only the end of his finger or who leaped lightly from his horse, and in the handle of a brush, the new outdoor whom Talma's friend now recognized the artist sketched, in a few moments, a grayish young Englishman, who, on leaving the sky, and the outlines of three boon com- theatre on the preceding evening, bad repanions, who, glass in hand, were greeting quested him to draw a line with a crayon the break of day, and among whom figured a in his portfolio. caricature of the sign-painter himself, easily! “The picture is not for sale, young man," to be recognized by the thick eyebrows and said the dauber, with a pride truly paternal, the truffle-shaped nose.

as if it were his own work. The spectators, at first restless and tumul. | “No," said the vender of beer, “ for it is tuous, disposed rather to side with the daub- sold, and even partly paid for in advance. er, their compatriot, than with the stranger, Still there is a way to arrange the matter, stopped short at the foot of the ladder, and and if you wish to bargain for it, sir, it is were unable to repress a murmur of admi- with me you must deal." ration, when the chaos of colors began to “Not at all, not at all l" said the dauber, assume shape and order. The proprietor of making his way through the crowd ; "it bethe inn, attracted from the house by the longs to me; my brother artist has been so tumult, advanced to join the group of inquis. good as to give me a slight proof of frienditive spectators. He was the first to cry ship; the sign is my lawful property, and I “ Bravo !” and to exclaim that the new out- am free to sell it to any one I please." door artist was at least equal to the former “Robber and knave !" cried the master of one. The fourth cousin of Gerard Douw the inn; “my · Break of Day' is fastened to suddenly felt his fury vanish and give place my house, and I alone have the right to disto admiration

pose of it as I see fit." “Ah, ha !” he cried, " you are of the trade “I will summon you before the Burgothen! confess, my worthy man, that you are master, old rogue,” said the man who had of the trade! Yes, yes, it is a brother artist, not painted the picture.

"I will sue you for a breach of contract,” | to marry her in September, as poor as she replied the man who had balf paid him in | is." advance.

| “A daughter to marry-a FrenchmanDuring this while the crowd had increased an excellent workman !" cried M. David, about the disputants, and had become 80 suddenly interrupting him. “Sacrebleu ! compact that the broad suburb was ob- that alters matters. I resign my · Break of structed by it.

| Day' then; it shall be the dowry of the “ Ventrebleu! Sarpebler !" cried a third young bride, and I leave it to the liberality speaker in a thundering voice, who had not of this stranger to fix the price that he will spoken until now, such was his stupefaction give for the sketch." and vexation at the turn which matters bad "Excellent ! illustrious master l" said the taken ; " why, it seems to me that I have young Englishman; “this is judging righsomething to do in the affair ; I should think teously; the wise Solomon could not have that I ought to be consulted a little.” decided better. As for me, I consent to the

"Right, brother !” said the sign-painter. bargain with all my heart. I have offered " It is ridiculous to dispute thus in the street. a hundred guineas for the sketch, just as it Let us enter master Martzen's inn, and ar-is; I will give two hundred if the artist range things amicably over a can of beer." who painted it will consent to sign it, by

M. David allowed himself to be led into writing at the bottom of the picture these the inn, in order to escape the crowd of in- two words merely-Pierre David!quisitive spectators which was constantly! The baron of the Empire smiled in acincreasing. When within the house, the quiescence; but his name had been proquarrel only grew more violent, the inn- nounced, he was recognized. keeper and the sign-painter still claiming A shout of surprise and joy followed this the property in dispute, the Englishman still discovery; this revered and glorious name offering, with a profusion truly Britannic, to was repeated, enthusiastically, from mouth pay for it with its weight in gold.

to mouth. “Ha, sacrebleu! ha, mordieu ! and if I "What!” cried the dismayed dauber, will not have it sold ?” cried the true painter David ! you are M. David, the celebrated of the picture, impatiently, nay, almost an- French painter! Oh! my master ! my ilgrily.

lustrious master! pardon me for having ad“Oh, my dear sir,” said the innkeeper, dressed you with my hat upon my head, " you will not deprive a poor man of this and for having treated you as an equal. chance, a poor innkeeper who finds it truly I am nothing but a beggar, a wretch. Tell bard to get through with the year, and make me that you pardon me!” and the poor both ends meet. A little money would man, with tears in his eyes, uncovered his come very àpropos, and enable me to re- head, and was on the point of falling upon plenish my stock of beer and English ale." I his knees, when M. David reached him bis

“Do not believe him, brother artist !” hand with a cordiality truly republican. cried the painter ; "he is an old pinch-fist. The inn was filled with a crowd of boon He pleads poverty, but he has more crowns companions and inquisitive idlers; all pres. in his chest than you and I put together. I ent rose, by a spontaneous impulse, to the am the father of a family, and you owe me repeated cry of “Long live M. David !" the preference as a fellow-artist. Besides, then they thronged around him, disputing we will share the price of the painting ; it for the honor of touching their glasses to would be but fair."

his. The worthy old man, softened by this • “Do not listen to him !” cried master novel and truly popular triumph, could not Martzen, quickly; "he is an old thief, a refuse to partake of a can of Holland beer, spendthrift; he has not the wherewithal to and the huzzas and shouts of joy were remarry his daughter, because he has guzzled | doubled. down her dowry in beer and sausages." To complete the scene,-a scene so en

“He lies in his heretical throat !” replied tirely à la Teniers,—the pretty Lubette, the M. David's brother artist; “my Lubette is daughter of the out-door artist, entered the betrothed to a young French artisan, a cabi- inn, attracted thither by the rumor, which net-maker, an excellent workman, and he is had by this time been noised throughout the whole suburb, of a sign which would hasten | suit the feminine palate. The appearance her marriage, and give her a dowry of two of two strange horsemen, approaching this hundred louis d'ors. She cast herself, without-of-the-way village, slightly diversified out ceremony, upon the neck of her bene- the attention of our rustic dramatis persona, factor, who received her with open arms, until now wholly engrossed with a more remarking that, after what had passed, he immediate object of interest. Let us follow certainly had a right to kiss the bride. the example of the good people of R

At the same moment three strangers, and take a glance at their physiognomy and dressed like substantial burghers, entered, appearance. The elder of these equestrians with anxious haste, the inn of the “ Break possessed a visage at once striking and unof Day.It was the polite M. Lesec, fol- prepossessing. Intellect marred by low lowed by Talma and M. Girodet. The lat. cunning-fanaticism mingled with, if not ter, who had reached Brussels an hour before, overpowered by, hypocrisy-lips that vainly had not found M. David at his house. The endeavored to curb an habitual contemptragedian and the collector had also repaired tuous smile-eyes now flashing with scornthither, and on learning that their host had ful pride, now raised to heaven with an air not been seen since morning, they had been of sanctified humility,—such were the prealarmed at his absence ; fearing that some vailing characteristics of his countenance. accident might have befallen him, they had His dress, without being remarkable for sinhastened forth to seek him, and guided by gularity, was arranged more for effect than the general tumult, now entered the inn of in accordance with the prevailing fashion of the “ Break of Day.

the day. His companion formed a pleasing “ Apollo be praised !" said Talma, on per- contrast to this repelling personage. He ceiving the great painter, with glass in hand, was young and handsome ; his features in the midst of a group of beer-drinkers ; 1 more expressive of good-nature than com“no accident has happened to him.”

mon sense, and he evidently appertained to “God forgive me !” added the collector, a class common enough in agricultural dis" this dear baron is kissing the girls; he was tricts, wealthy gentleman-farmers. not so badly inspired when he rose at day. “ Dreaming still of the beautiful unbebreak this morning.”

liever !" exclaimed the elder, in a voice more “ Bravo! bravo, my old comrade l” cried powerful than melodious ; "can unutterable Girodet, and the author of "Attila" ad bliss be obtained without sacrifice ?" vanced towards him with extended arms. | “Sacrifice !" retorted the young man, “ You also, then, are beginning to change “ sacrifice! Was it nothing, think you, to your style and school! Bravo, master ! it leave childless an aged mother ! nothing to is not amiss to end as Rembrandt commen: relinquish my own true-hearted Marion ! ced; but, my faith, I did not suspect that | Nothing and for what I to ". you were employing your time in painting “Patience, my son,” interrupted the first Flemish tavern signs."

speaker, “this day—the voice of the Most High has proclaimed it to me--this day

shall the truth be made manifest; powerful From “ Tait's Magazine."

as the whirlwind when it rushes headlong THE MORMON PROPHET.

on its course, pure as the drops that glisten

in the sun, boundless as the expanse of the Founded on a recent fact.

starry worlds, eternal as the city of the One lovely day, at noon, in August, 1850, Lord. Yes, my pupil,” he continued in an the inhabitants of the little village of R elevated tone, “this day shall thy future in Lincolnshire, were unusually astir. Groups destiny be decided—this day shall prove me of men and boys in working attire might a prophet or a deceiver.” have been seen collected here and there. As he concluded these words, they entered Women lingered on the threshold of their the one long solitary street of Rdwellings, unwilling, by an attention to “Hollol" he cried, as he reined in his their domestic avocations, to lose one iota of horse at the Rose and Crown, which from that piquant dish, called scandal, which, “ in time immemorial had enjoyed a state of sinev'ry age, in ev'ry clime," appears so well to gle blessedness as the sole inn of the village.

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