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WESOGthbkto ENTBHPR1SE
U Imtd Brerjr Thur?d?* Morning, by
<'M,JUN^u^A1LEYa
M. MoJunkln. .... John 0. Bailey.
>1 a tear, in advance; $160. If delayed
* ' " at t.f " , -' - * <t.,
., Ballet aod Tear#.?A Song.
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The Imitei that light soma kindred face.
To ohoor n whtn t>y ibrrow bowed,
A ma UL. at. _1 * *1?a -I
AIV IW1 UM |?UIJ vwniH MI1V ?UMC
The darkness from the tummsr cloud ;,
Deer, radiant gleaming* of the eoul?
y <\ The (unthln* of ?ff?*ien-a .k;- |
Tkwjr lift ike heart from grief* control,
And wipe the tear from aorrow'a eye.
' The tear-drop* ow tome kindred cheek,
When joy la mingled with deapair,
Our apirita' gloom can Ufr and Weak
And leave joy'a light unclouded there;
. / Cad lift and thrill the trembling heart
And aootbe ua in lifo'e a added hours,
And aparkle o* the aeul aa clear
Aa flowera that alcep on fainting flower*.
j j Lore'a holy auile and Pity'a tear, j
Like %Qgel foot prinU from the akies,
They lift ?r? 'or th? oiort?! Sphere
And giv? u? gl?*in* of PiwUh I
0, Smiles and Tears, by these alone, ,
Had we BO barber rapture given, ' ' /
The heart might hope for glory*? sone? '
The soul might wing its way to Heaven.
L-JU-iHj'1 M-J
a Itlertrb ffarij.
CANOVA'S FIRST ATTEMPT;
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tub master-pibce or bids dishhs.
Nov far from the rich palace of the Faliori, at
Po?sm(uo, in tiro Venitiaa States, was a little cottage.
, ; ,
It belonged to the aged Pastno, ft mftson. One
evening, wcarv with his toil, and eager to rest.
Pasino had thrown himself upon bis pallet, and
was sound asleep In ten minntcA, like those ouljfor
whom bard work earns the blessed privilege
of sound sleep,
Suddenly a load noise of knocking, kicking,
pounding, slinking, and other extraordinary
commotion, was heard at the door of the cottage,
which, not being originally very strong, and being
of anything rather than receut construct ion,
would certainly have sprung from its hings, had
twtt pABUlfi llftlliUlM) ? ffliL Aft Ilia varioralila Iasm
would carry him, and not without noma Oar* a*
to who might be hi* visitor, to open the door.
In spite of the darkness, which prevailed out of
doora we well a? within, the good mason could
dUtioguieh the twautifut face of a little boy
gleaming through the darkneee.
What ia your name, and what do you w ant f
demanded Paelno, in a atirly voice, eueh was
justifiable, considering what a nice nap he had
been wakened from.
* Antonio, and I want to come in," replied the
boy, answering both Questions in one breath, as
they had been asked.
" What, Antonio, and what do you want to
come in fori" returned the mason, who seemed
determined to condense matters as much as cir
cum stances admitted ut
**I am your grandson, grandpapa."
*'Y?ul I declare It is my little Antonio!?
What brought you hare I exclaimed the mason,
suddenly changing his tons of voice, taking the
boy by the hand, lifting him from the srronnd.
And despite the darkness endeavoring to read in
hit little dimple face the motive for his nocturnal
visit, !>Lr l . < ..
" Weill why dent you speak I Why did yon
leave your mother f le the elck f Did you
make her angry f Did the tend you away from
kerf"
" No, grandpa, I took myeelf off."
"You took yourself off 1 Upon my word!?
Whet did you do that fori" replied the old man,
re-entering the hut, and atriking a flint in order
to light a lamp. " You took youreelf off, did
you f Rant* Mudoonal why did you leave your
mother P
The flint having struck Are, P*?ino lit a lamp,
which he placed near the child, and began again
aaalduoualy to examine bia face. Then he pereelved,
for the firat time, that he wae crying,
and that he had a little bundle tied to the end
of a etick, which waa alung over hia shoulder.
" 1 could not aUy another minute at liatne,"
raid the ehild, throwing down his bundle, and
pitching the stick after it. " I waa no longer the
master In my owa houte? another person had
taken my place. and undertaken to order me
about. Oh t that Veuetian la a horrid raaaal!
If I were but teg years older?only ten years
older grandpa, 1 would hare shot him as dead as
?m laat yetr'i fish I Yc?, indeed, grandpa I I
dreUr* I would ( 0|i t dear I I wish 1 wm a
little more tb?n eleven yearn old I"
44 Well, I never heard any tiling to match this
child einee I waa bora I" acid the grandfather,
laughing at tbia tremendous explosion of boyirli
anger, and klaaing little Antonio. "So you're
dctormind to be master in yonr own house ?
Ooodt Bravo I I like that!" and the Worthy
mason laughed till hi* eld sides shook.
TUa ekild looked int*otly at him with his largo,
serious, and intonaely brilliant W*ek eyes, snd
a singular gravity spread itsalf ovar ti?a# lonely
fae*, givip^, it an appearance of premature pathos
"My father whan ha wan dyfctf left roe, an on\f
ehihl. to mother's care ; so that you sea,
grandpa, I mm the band of the family now."?
Hera tha noble ehild stood erect, liftod Ms head
haughtily, and putting hit little bands behind
him, m h? had seen his father do, he begun to take
large strides up and down the narrow room."
Paaiuo laughed till his aides ached, i'u?u r?cst
ering his breath by degrees, he replied:
" And a fine family it la ccrtuinly. A splendid
establishment, to be sure I Four miserable
acres of land, a little cla^r.and n little straw ! If
you had a palace like tbe Falter!, you might take ?
on airs t" The old man by this '.line was i|itorested
In contemplating his handsome little grandson,
who was the pride of his heart, that he had
forgotten that It midnight, and that he had
had but little aletp, ~ - v
"The Falieri 1 the Palieri 1" answered the hoy,
shaking his splendid otit is back fiom his shotflders,
with a toss of his head which made the
broWn locks glitter like gold in the feeble lamplight.
"One may be of lower birth than the
Falieri, and he a man of courage!"
m T.ii m.
V "? t vwu ft IWIHW, "Ijniin
the tears which laughter canned to run down bis
cheeks, "don't yon wantsomesupper7"
*' No, I'm not hungrj\>*
"But you mttst he hungry! Von have come
on foot all the way from your mother1* house."
" A great journcjr, to be wr? 1 litre* mil**! ?
Paha*-, that'* nothingand Antonio stretched
hit legs with an air of a "man " who was accustomed
to euch achievement#, and considered
them mere trifles, unworthy of mehtion.
" Weill now tell mo how you got away, and
why yon went so suddenly, and all about it 7"
" Well, Grandpa," said the child, drawing a
long breath, as if to inhale sufficient breath to
enable him to relate a narrative several hours'
long, "you know Mamma has married again, and
that her new husband is that horrid ugly Prteslllo.
What first hurt my feelings was her not be
ing called Signora Canova any more. "Slgnora
Canova,' now how pretty that sounds I What
a nice name it is) Is it hot, Grandpa?"
"Yes! Well) goon!"
" Besides, it is my name?mj one name, and
"Besides, it is my tiatae?my own name, aud
and her son another."
"Weill well! Finish your story, for I am
going to sleep again in spite of myself, and 1
think I had better go back to bed." So, keeping
his eyes open with an immense effort, the old
man climbed slowly into bed ngnin.
"Well, besides that, as soon as Master Paeslllo
set foot in the house, there* wns and end to
anything like peace. Everything changed entirely.
In the first place, noltody took the least
ootice of me. Nobody drersed me, or curled my
hair. 1 had to do the b?at 1 could | and half the
time, my clothes were on wrong side before,"?
(The poor child, in fact, looked, as the saying is,
" as if his clothes had been flung at him.") " I
had no longer nice little tit-bits for dinner, nor
any large lumpa of garlic, or the biggest onion,
or the biggest olives. Those were for Master
Paeeillo, and 1 might take what I could get.?
Then, when I got angry, nobody took any pains
to qniet me ; if I pouted, I was left to pout.?
Pouting, of all things, you know, Grandpa, is the
most tiresome in the world, when nobody comes
(O yov, and says: 'What is ths matter, little
Antonio; come and get some nice supper, or some
good dinner.' No, not anything of the kind. It
was, on the contrary, this way: 'You don't
I.AAU /tin* . if ? ... J ?'f
your supper; please yourself, sis.' So I did
neither one thing nor another. 1 took a solemn
resolution. I said to myself, ' 1 hnve a dear old
grandpa, who is all alone by himself, who loves
little children, who letea roe do just as t please
when I go to see him ; well! I will go to binil
there, at lest, I shall be master I' You haven't
gone to aleep, Grandpa, have you f" Antonio
now stood on tip-toe, in order to peer into the
high bed where his grarfdialber lay.
"No, I'm not asleep, my boy. You must go
to bed ; there is a nice fri-sli layer of straw in the
corner, and since you ure so resolute about being
master, I will teach you some of these days to
be a master-mason."
"Oh! as for that, I am not ambitious to he
one 1" replied the boy. " It is not at all amusing."
"You will s?e?you will see what a nice trade
it Is."
"Pooh! nothing from morning till night but
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wttk, and i lie rear round."
" You would like to liandle marble, I suppose,
moat noble l'riuce, instead of building with
stone*." <
"Well, marble ia white and pretty, and much
nicer to handle than stones," replied Antonio.
" There, go to sleep, you saucy fellow, and let
me hare my nnp out,"
On the mono*. IV?lno awoke Antonio, and
after eaeli had addressed a short prayer, and ta
ken a short repast, they set out to go to the Paiieri
palace, where lor eereral days past the mason
had been working on a wall whieli had been
sealed by robbers, and injured by the shots which
KAII Kdin ftrfiJ afUp lKwm
But the poor old mason endeavored in vain to
ke?p a atrioi watch over hia grandson, and repeated
to him la vain, " mix this mortar; piek off
this lime; pile'lbeae l>rieks; arrange these atones,
or fill Uila hod," As soon as his back was turned,
Antonio made a Punehineilo with the mortar, or
a nympli with the lime, and only used hie grand
father'# trowel to si tape the elay, of whieh he
conatrueted all eorts of faces. As he was slight
and delieate, and as grandfathers are almost always
of the eame way of thiukiag ae their grandsons,
Pasino only pretended te be angTy, and
then Antonio woeld say:
MBut, grandpa, you sea I am tired to death."
" Well, but what are you so busy at work upon,
then I"
* A Virgin Mary, with a child Jesea in her
arms."
And then the old asaaoe, who ceuid not per
eeive that the woods Ha) production was anything
more than a helpfcta lunsp of clay, would
exclaim about the beauty of the Virgin, or the
" ! i' -'-J?v
grteefulniM of the child Christ, and pivfcsnded^i
thai )iia grandson would on? day be a famous
s^!d, alila ti build palaces, perhaps even a
splendid palace for the great Falieri family.
Stranger thing* thai* that have happened," said
he.
The little atatue, although moulded in rough
clay. Was executed with a wenderfViV degree of
arlietio genius. The face of the Virgin was
moulded with exqnhlte symmetry ; the limbs of
the ohild were in good proportion, and the drape
ry of the larger figure arranged in fblds, which
seem to be. formed of some light anil graceful
material. The old mason wna no connoisseur In
statuettes, or he would have arrested his little
grandson's hand, as from time to time, disratisfh'd
with his work, or finding some new idea in ids
eVer ready imagination, Antonio demolished the
pretty models, one after another, saying each
time lie destroyed oi?e, " I wish I were a man F*
Finally, after he had constructed a devil, of clay,
whiuh he called Master l'nesillo and which he
embellished with a pair of large horns, nml n
forked t?i), the two repaired to their humble
hotOCi Antonio carrying in ids hand the devil >
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u? which iic wuiucu hi, nnu unrmii'Deu iu
bent from time to time, and at Inst went wearily
to bed, n86iiring his grandfather that he had not
known so happy n day since the original of the
statuette had first made acquaintance with bis
mother.
Now, one fine day, the feast day dedicated to
A celebiated saint, I thing was St. Cecilia, the
Itnke Fnlieri gave a gr^at entertainment. Many
were the frying-par.s filled with dainty bits of
meat?many the Bplts loaded with pheasants,
ducks, turkeys, and chickens, strung on one after
another; above all, in the pantries were preserves,
cakes, confections, ripe and pickled frnits
of all kinds, enormous melons, huge bunches of
grapes, and all the luxuries of the Italian soil.?
Antonio, who had left the breach in the wall to
glide in among the boys who were turning the
spits, the cooks, the major-domos, and the waters,
smacked hi* pretty Hps, and opened his eyes and
nostrils, staring at every dish, and smelling tlie
delicious odois which arose from them; so that
it was a pleasure to see how pretty he looked
while admiring the grand preparations for the
fbnat.
In spile of the fine appearance presented hv
the dishes, the major-dotno, suddenly, just as the
dishes were going up, gave himself n hard thump
on the fore head, and another in his stomnch, ns
if he had Wen suddenly attacked with colic, and
exclaimed:
"J am a ruined mnti! aditdranored wretch 1 By
San I'ietro, my patron saint, 1 have nothing to
do now but to kill myself! Wretched, thrice
wretched l'ietro I what will become of you t?
Oh I Santa Mudanna I what will be thought of
you ? unlucky I'ietro, you clown, you stupid
hfUlt! IfifT bm! flnnl-PV ' mnlo I Mint tK*t vrvts
are! A goose would have had more sense! your
honor is gone, and with it that of the illustrious
house of the Kalicri !"
Precisely on the spot where the unhsppy majorHomo
was making his speeches of despair, the
head of the Palieri family hnppened to be passing
by ; he heard the last clause of the oration
delivered by the inigor domo, and cntne hurriedly
down Into the pantry, in order to know the
exact nature of the danger which threatened the
honor of his house.
lie entered, just ns Pietro, who had thrown
himself Into a chair, in an nttitudo of despair,
was swallowing a huge glass of brandy, wliich
one of his scullions presented respectfully to him,
dropping his cotton cap at the same time.
"What is the matter f" inquired the Duke,
stopping directly before the jpnjor-domo.
" Beat me I my Lord Duke?kill me!" exclaimed
the latter, making haste to swallow the remains
of his brandy ; but unluckily be ju?t miss
ed strangling himself, by way of hastening the
execution whit-hahe seemed so nrxiouslj- should
take place ; for, owing to baste, distress, or whatsoever
cause it might be, the Inst, swallow went
awry in tno major-domos throat, find lie wit?
seized with an unronl rotable cough, which prevented
him from finishing his sentence.
The Duke looked round upon nil (tie persons
assembled in the pantry, and in pnrticulnr ut the
little Antonio Canovn, as he thought he would be
most likely to hear from him, in ns few word- us
possible, the cause of sneh violent demons! 1..1,on*
of despair.
But no one could Inform him, for nil were ignorant
of the cause of the incoherent woi ds nnd
throats of suicide, which Pietro had been uttering.
When the worthy man's cough was n little
quieted, the Duke snid :
" Will yon explain to me, Pietro, how my honor
happens U> he compromised with yOnrs I"
Because my feast, which i" a feast worthy
of being set before the l'ope, himself, tli? Doge
of Venice, or any other illustrious power, is d?-s
troyed, annihilation, by a piece of forgetfuluess
on inv part, a mistake for whleli I would hang
myself, if 1 had a rope near at hand."
" What, can you have foigotten, of so irnpor-*
tant and indispensuhle a naturet"
" The first course is perfect, my Lord Duke ; the
smaller side dishes, the principal dishes all are
of an elevated character dnd rlntmrats finish ;
the second course surpasses the first iu its artistic
combinations and its inauqmasible taste ; the
third again leaves faith the others far behind, if
mat lie poeainie, in ine cnotce aeieorion, the
taste, the architecture, the ariatoeralie nertectioo
which predominate* in it; hut I lie dessert,
the deeeertl Oh! my Lord Duke, I he middle
dieh on the right aide, the dish which ia to be
placed next the temple of wax and sugar representing
the Colieeum, the erowning dieh of the
table, which ia to make the right aide of the table,
(where Hie Highness, my Lord Duke of Sangrianl
will alt,) the moat attractive feature of the
entertainment, that ?ide dish, my Lord Duke,
that right aide dieh ia forgotten r*
M Well, what a fuaa for nothing,* aaid little Antonio
to himself, aa lie eat smiling maliciously in
one corner of the pantry ;" why Jonl you make
another, then ?*
am
' Can iC not be replaced F naked the Duke
" It will b? a matter of infiujta difficulty, indeed
1 mny aajr one of a perfect impossibility,"
nuswerCd the major domo.
" Dnli I Erect a pyramid ; a pyramid of sugar!
or a tower of fruit, or a pile of colored confectionery,
or a ? or something."*
M It ia exactly that something which cannot be
found at Uiis late hour, my Lord Duke; we have
but a single half hour before us. The company
is pouring in already.''
" If somebody would but listen to me," said
Antonio to himself, though quite audibly, " I
know what I would do."
" What are we to do ? what it to he done?"
muttered the Duke to lilinself, laying his finger
along the side of his nose, in a deep revery of
scientific research.
" Ah 1 if the architect ure of the repast was not
so noble, so grand, so refined, so delicate, so elegant,
so indescribably superb, we might-possibly
?hut, no t we should be compromising our
SCIVC6 I
"Do you not speak of architecture, Feitro?
In tlint cnse we hud better consult Pasjno, who
is a mason, an architect, an artist, nod who may
possibly {Jot us out of our difficulty. Wlint are
you Inughing at ? Antonio, iny child, what arc
you muttering to yourself? Come, do you go
and fiud your grandfather, hunt for bitn everywhere,
and bring him here."
Laughing in his sleeve as he went, An'onio
(whose beauty the I>uke admired, and often
praised,) ran off and returned ruaiitDg, dragging
after him the old Fasino, whom he pulled along
by his leather apron.
After bearing nn explanation of the difficulties
in question, the old Casino siiook his head, and
twisting ids thin, hard hand* in and out of his
cotton cup, which he had taken off in deference
to the Duke, (the head of lite "great family of
the illustrious Fallen,") he said:
" With all due respect, your Gracious Highness,
T beg leave to reply, if it were raising a
wall, or building a church, or knocking dosu a
bouse, that was in question, or "
" It is n dish, Grandpa, a grand dish for the
right side of the table, where bis Grueious Highness,
the Grand Duke of Sangriaai, is going to
sit, that we want," bawled little Antonio, in n
tone of voice loud enough to have been audible
to his venerable grandparent bad the old man
been as deaf a? a post.
" I understand thnt, grandson," raid old Pasi110,
twisting about his eoltou cap more mercilessly
than before.
" Well, you ore not half so smart as you ought
to he, considering that ycu know how to build
palnces, and construct churches, and raise walla,
and knock down houses. Why, 1 wonder at
yoo, Grandpa! Can't you tell us how to construct
a dish, a side dish, a simple dish?"
" Hush, child, don't speak so loud and make
so much noise about things thnt you don't understand,
yort will displease his Gracious Highness,"
Antonio stamped his foot ar.d turned away,
abashed by the reproof lie bad received, but still
muttering to himself, "If some one would only
listen to me."
The Duke Fnlicri, wlio for some time had
been gazing at the spiritual, animated, symmetrical,
and beautiful countenance of the mason's
grandson, was struck with the singular character
of genius which it expressed. Those who are
familiar with the pieturea of Antonio Canova,
the great sculptor, do not need to be told that
ins ince wus 01 mat ntgn oruer wnicn combine*
genius with beauty. It absolutely sparkled with
intellect, and already the boyiah features began
to assume those fine aquiline proportions which
distinguished them in later years. No one could
have seen the eyes of this remarkable face without
turning to look again, such was their inspired
expression. The contempt whlfcli this puerile
diseuttsion awoke in his mind, was nt this mo
ment expressed in his face, and his childish brow
shone with such extraordinary assurance, his
mouth wore so cunning a smile, and the dimples
in the corners of his cheeks as he met the Duke's
eye, said so plainly, " 1 Vhy ilou't you consult me,
your Highness f that the J Juke could not resist
the wisli to interrogate him.
" Well, if we listen to you, what advice will
you give us!" said the Tiuke, pinching Antonio's
ear and pulling his glossy curls in an alfectionnte
manner,
" Well, then, my Lord Duke," replied Antonio,
(as red as a cherry at having been overheard by
the Duke,) "If Master Pietro will only give me
a lump of fresh dough, such as he makes his cake
with? "
" Your Gracious Highness should not listen to
ihst magpie of a child," said I'aciuo, making sigi.s
l/i lii* (/mmlfuin to hold hia fnnmi*
" Not only do I listen," said the Duke, smiling
as he replied, " hut 1 desire I'ietro to follow Antonio's
ndvice with regard to the missing dish.
Still further, I wish that it should he * surprise
to my guests ; Antonio, I give you permission to
do whatever you choose, hut if you fail, sirrah,
what will yon give nief" Here the Duke deepened
his voiee, pretended to thunder at Antonio,
and to assume a s'.ern, frowning look.
" My two oars," replied Au'.onio proudly, making
a graceful bow.
" Well, 1 agree." And the Duke departed to
receive his guests.
The feast was magnificent, like all those given,
from time immemorial, in this opuleut family .
when the dessert was about to he served, the
Puke regaled his friends with the history of the
missing dish, and the presumptuous attempt of
the mason's beautiful grandson. .
Then the dessert was put by degrees upon the
table, and you should have seen the eyes of the
gnesta opened to their greatest extent, and their
aceks stretched asfar as possible in order to see
every dish enter which was set apon the table.
As if on purpose, or because poor Utile Antonio
had perhaps failed, the corner* of the table were
garnished, the middle almost filled up,and still
the wonderful diah did not appear. Boon there
waa nothing to put on but that tingle dith, and
the Impatience of the gueste knew no bounda. ?
At 1a?t the major-domo appeared ; be bore an
enormoua dish, covered with a eplendid velvet
cloth, embroidered in gold. The napkin waa
raiacd, and a cry of admiration burat from every ej
0116. gi
It was a mpprb lion, moulded In dougli, nnd gj,
baked so as to bo of tho color of bronse. Every Q,
limb was perfectly modeled, and it seemed about <ji
to leap from tlie di-li ?ii among tlie guests. All )a
immediately recognized the delieate compliment f?
conveyed to the Duke of Snngriani, In honor of Ml
whom the feast had been given, for the arms of it
his house were a rampant lion. je
"Bravo I bravo 1"* ctied one nnd all; "where te
is the modeler? where is the artist? where is j,(
the little sculptor ?" ?
Where is the artist?" cried the Duke, in a tl
loud, distinct voice. V
And then, between the fat legs of Pietro, the w
cook, poeped up a pretty little child's face, blush- ,i
ing rosy-red, and bright with pleasure, already p,
glowing with the brilliant fire of genius, extra- c,
ordinary, indeed, nl so tender an age. jr
He was passed from the nrins of one benntiful fr
lady to another, kissed, petted, caressed. Jewels ft
of value were attached by his lovely admirers to p
his humble dross, nnd he was not suffered to de- In
part till both himself and 1'asino had made n 01
hearty meal of tho remains of the feasb pi
The Duke was too much the friend of the fine tl
arts, and too enlightened as regarded them, not to u]
perceive in this childish master piece indications cl
of the eminent tnlent. Begging Antonio from v
his grandfather, he took him himself to Venice, si
where he caused the most celebrated master to ol
instruct him. Then, four years later, the young v,
protege of the Duke went to Rome, loaded with H
letters of recommendation to the illustrations fr
lords and potentates of tho capital of the Chris- b
tian world. h
Suffering himself to be guilcd by that insplra- li
tion which distinguishes remarkable men, the h
first letter which Antonio carried to its address, a
was one to felgnor Volupto, whose pupil he was ii
ambitions to become. #1
Volupto kept at Rome n brilliant school of design,
from which the most distinguished pupils ^
hud l>een sent forih, The first friend and com- ^
panion met by Antonio, on entering the studio, '
was a young man like himself, named Raphael. ^
i.ater, Antonio canova, leaving nt? menu u?
continue his brilliant career as a painter, ahan- ^
dotted the pencil for the chisel. Ilia inspiration j
again called him to the moat elevated occupation.
In 1782 the Venetian mubasaador, Juliano, after
a feast given to Rome's moat noble lords, invited ^
hi* quests to go with him to a saloon which had n"t ?
yet been opened. He abowed his frienda a group
in marble, just finished by an artist wlioac name a
be withheld.
It waa Theeeua conquering the Minotaur.
The gmnp waa, with one accord, pronounced ^
to be the choicest work of art in Rome.
" My Lcrdst" exclaimed Juliano with a look
of proud satisfaction, "the artist of this work is j
my countryman, Antonio Canova," continued
he, (seeking out A young tnan who modestly held g
aloof) " come and receive the congratulations ^
which you deserve." ft
Canova was the moat celebrated sculptor of his tj
age. When any one visited him at his studio, ^
he never failed to tell the story of his fortunes,
or to revive his own grateful remembrance of
his first master,-Volupto. G
Hence we learn to struggle against^mch tnfs- o
fortunes as may assail Us In youth. When reso- a
lution, toil and patience, fame may always he v
achieved. ' it
And thus bv the humblest mentis is genius vt
brought to light. The diamond is a brilliant si
I jewel, the r>ir st of all precious stones; but it <1
itiu?t bo sought for in tins dork and dangerous e
j mine. Florence A ven el. e
A Tf.xah corrosjjondent of the New Orient)* |
Picayune savs: 1
" They afe telling n good story of Gov. floor- '
ton's wit? a story which shows that he is some- '
w 1
thing of a wag as well as a statesman. An offi 1
cer of the State's prison, who held his place for 8
six years, was about to be removed, when he 1
came on to Austin, during the session of the Leg- *
islature, with a fluttering list of testimonials as '
to his character, and tft* excellent manner in '
which he had fulfilled all his functions. These '
were all satisfactory enough ; hut the principle
of rotation In office over rode all other consider- '
ationa; the place was wanted for a political
friend, and his removal determined upon. Rut
to break the fall as gently as possible, the Gov- '
ernnr adopted a facetious tone and style in a '
final interview : 'You say,' said Gov. H., ?<i- 1
dreaoing the gentleman on whom the axe was
about to fall, ' you say that your conduct has in- '
variably been good?' 'Yes, dir.' 'And you '
have been in the penitentiary six years?' 'I s
have.' ' VVell, you have been there quite long '
enough?I pardon you out T Here Wad executive 1
clemency for you." "
Hire's Hawest Piaton.?Kingsley gives his 1
evidence on this disputed point, lie thua de 1
elarcsr "There Is no pleasure that 1 have ever
experienced like a child" n midnwnmcr holiday (
The time, I mean, when two or three of ua nsed (
to go away up the brook, and take our dinners |
with ua, and come home at nigh?, tired, dirty( |
acrntched beyond recognition, with ? great nosegay,
three little trout, and one shoe, the other
having b*en need for a boat, till it had gone ,
down with all handa out of soundings, llow (
poor our Derby days, our Greenwich dinners,
where there are plenty of nice girls, and after (
that ? Depend upon it, a man never trperieneen (
ruck piemen re or grief after fourteen an he doct
he/ore, unleae in some cases in hie first love making,
when the eonsation ia new to him. 1
SKliacrllnnrima 1R railing.
Youthful Friendships.
What fond and generous friendship* are often
ed among youthful companions in Uia bright
>och of school-day life 1 Then the innocence,
liety and hope of unsophisticated hearts create
;y and land anew, and robe the scene in their
an soft hues. Ko cynic frost has fallen on our
sintercsted sympathies. The world has not
id its icy hands on our throbbing pulses. Our
ith In each other, in whatever is lovely, virtuis,
heroic, knows no limits. Then how frequent
is for attachments to grow up, at whose stainss
sincerity and tender romance we smiie in afr
yenre, when, alas! in too many cases, time
as hardly brought enough to compensate us for
hat it lias taken away 1 Together wo wander ~
irough the field as through enchanted grounds,
fe dream dreams resplendent with the triumphs
re fondly vow and think to win. In the Artlessess
of that pure time our secret souls are transarent,
and in the unflawed clearness of our
nmmuiiion we look through each other. Our
ys, our griefs, our whole hearts, are united in a
ee friendship, whoso strength and closeness
>retell a sweeter and nobler life than the fairest
sssnges of history have yet realised. Thesa
.t : i ?? - i " ?
mv.)uu iiiiiui o rurviy survive re lull entrance upi
the common pursuits of life. But they are
rophetie. And when the cares of the world,
le decoitfulness of riches, and many sins, come
pon u-> and nlienrete us, still their glorious oraes
ere never ell forgotten. They haunt us like
uioes from freiry lend. And oft the cliff* and
lores of memory revcrbnte the plaintive echoes
f our love, calling after many a beanliful llylas
finished from beside the fountain of youth,
low often the remembrances of friends and tha
iendships of other days come back from the
y-gone times when we knew them, and fill our
carts as with the wild, sad melodies of an A\oiin
harp! Who. as he reviews the hallowed
ours that went so swiftly in the morning of life,
nd recoils the dear, familiar faces laid so early
i the dust of the grave, would be ashamed to
led a tear to their mingled memory.? AIger.
? ? ?
A Thought for Mowdat.?There it a large
lass who leave religion in the pews on the Sabntlis,
and there is another class, who, however
isposed to take it with them to their farm, merliandise.
and daily occupation, cannot see how
bis is practicable. We commend to them, beire
they re-engage in the duties of the week,
lie following illustration from Payson :
"Christ commands, whether we eat, or drink,
r whatever we do. to do all to the crlorv of Mod
'crhaps some will nnk. How is this possible ?
tr'e cannot be always thinking of God ; we must
ttend to our business, provide for our wants
nd those of our families. True: but look at a
inn about to send a ship to a foreign port. As
e purchases his cargo, aud makes the requisite
reparations, ho considers what articles are most
uited to the market; what provisions most neessnry
for the voyage; how the ship Is to bo
igged aud manned ; in short, all his plans are
lid with reference to the end of the voyage,
o the Christian, though not always thinking of
eaven, should take care that all his business
nd all his pleasure may forward his journey
lither, ank promise his great object of prepara*
on for that abode of blessedness."
PnYsiCAh Benefit of St'noat.?'The Sabbath Is
rod's special present to the working man, and
ne of the chief objects is to prolong bis life,
nd preserve efficient his working tone. In the
ital system it acta liko a compensation bond
; replenishes the spirit, the elasticity and sigor,
rhich the last six days have drained away, and
applies the force which is to fill the next six
ays succeeding; and in the economy of cxistnce,
it answers the same purposes as, in the
conoiny of incotno, is answered try the Saving*
lank. The frugal man who puts aside a pound
o-day, and another pound next inonlh, nnd who
n a quiet way is always putting away his stated
>ouud from time to time, wlun lie grows old nnd
rail, gets not only the game pounds back again,
>ut a good many more beside*. And the eon'
icientiouM man who husbands one day of every
week, who insteud of allowing the Snbbnth to
je trampled on, and torn, in the hurry and
icramble of life, treasures It devoutly up?tho
Lord of the Hnbbnth keeps it from him, nnd
length of days and hale old age gives it back
with Usury. Tho Havings Rank of human existence
is the weekly Habbath.
Lord B?rox akd Mr. ClrraS.?When Lord
Ryron rose into fame, Cnrran constantly object-d
to his talking of hiineelf, as the great drawback
on his poetry. " Any aubject," said lie,
' but that' eternal one of self. 1 am Weary of
<nowing once a month the state of any man's
lopes or feftrs, rights or wrongs. I should as
oon rend a register of the weather, the baromeer
up no many inches to-day and down so many,
nc-hes to-morrow. I feel skepticism all over me
it the sight of agonies on paper?things that
ome as regular ami as notorious as the full of
he moon. The truth is, his lordship weep* for
he pre**, and wipe* hi* eye* with the public
? ?
a -i. I., tf..
n v41 Mlm viicniiik rcvriHij wic ici*uii>
>f a chemical analysis of some of the articles of
sousuiuption sent to that city by " Sew Yorkers.''
[11 Cross ik Blsek well's pickles, whieli bear the
ftbel, " no sulphate of copper," ha dhl not find
this salt, but sulphate of Iron instead. In sherry
nine he discovered an immense quantity of salt.
In green tea he found copperas. The gin was
vthiiig btrt, whisky and essence of juniper.?
iVii'i in the best qualities of snuff he found peroxide
of iron and other ohemicala to the extent
>f one fifth of ite bulk.
A osnnxa without roses, is like earth w'thovt
ladies.