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THE YOUN(TARTIST;
Or Love and Self Love.
It was during the very brightest days of the
republic of Venice, when her power'was in it's
prime,together with the arts which have made
her, like every other Italian State, celebrated
all over the world— for Italy has produced in
poetry and painting, and and in the humbler
walks of musical composition, the greatest of
the world'smarvels—:-that Phlo Zustana was
charged by the Marquii . di Bembo to paint
several pictures t , o' adorn his gallery. Paolo
had come from Rome at the request of the
Marquis, who had received ayery favorable
account of' the young and talented artist—
he was but thirty. Paolo was handsome, of
middle height, dark and pale; ho had deep
black eyes, a small mouth, n finely traced
moustache, a short curling beard, and n fore..
bead of reiiihrkable intellectuality. There
was a slight savageneis ' in his manner, a brief',
sharp way of speaking, a restlessness in his
eyes, which did not increase the number of
his friends. But when men knew him better
uud were admitted into his intimacy—a .very
rare wurrenee-L--they loved hint.
Then lie was generous hearted and noble ;
his time, his purse, his ndvtce were all at their
service. But his whole soul was in his art.—
Night and dm, tiny and night, he seemed to
think of nothitig - but- his painting. In Rome
he had been looked upon ns mad, for in the
day he Ras not content with remaining close
to work in his master's studio, but. at night he
invariably shut biriiself up in an old half-ruin
ed house where none of his friends were ever
invited, and where no man ever penetrated,
- and no woman save an old nurse, who had
l_known him front a child. It was believed with
considerable plausibility, the artist had a pic
ture in hand, and that he passed his night ev
er in study. He rarely left his retreat before
mid•day. and generally returned to his dierMi'-
tage early, after a casual visit to his lodgings,
thought be could not occasionally refuse being
present at large parties given by his patrons.
On arriving'iu Venice he resumed his form
er mode of life. He had an apartment 'at the
Palace Bembo ; he took his meals there, but
at night fall, when there was no grand reeep
tion, he wrapped himself in his cloak, put on
his mask, and drawing his sword hilt cl'ose to
his hand, went forth. He took a gondola um
he reached a certain narrow street, and then.
gliding down that disappeared in the gloom
caused by the lofty houses. No one noticed
much his mode of Oife; ho did his duty, he
was polite, affable and, respectful with his
patron ; ho was gallant with the ladies, but
nomore. He did not make the slightest effort
to win the affections of those around him.—
Now all this passed in general without much
observation.
Still there was one person whom this wild
ness and ecentricity of character—all that has
a stamp of originality is called ecentric—caus
ed to feel deep interest. The Marquis had a
daughter, who at sixteen had been married,
from interested motives to the old uncle of the
Doge, now dead. Clorinda was a beautiful
widow of one and twenty, who, rich, indepen
dent, of a detertnined and thoughtful character,
bad made up her mind to marry a second
time, not to please relations, but herself.—
From the first she noticed Paolo favorably ; h e
received her friendly advances respectfully
but coldly. and rarely stopped his work to con
verse. She asked for lessons to improve her
slight knowledge of painting ; he gave them
freely, but without ever adding a single word
to the necessary observation of the interview.
He seemed absorbed in his art. One day
Clorinda stood behind him ; she had been
wathing him with patient attention for an
boor; she now came and took up her quarters
in the gallery all day, with the attendant girl
reading or painting. Paolo had not spoken
one word during that hour. Suddenly Clorin.
da rose and uttered the exololamation ;
'How beautiful !'
'ls it not, signora ?'
'Most beautiful' she returned, astonished
both at the 'artist's manner and the enthusi
asm with which be untie) to his ()gra ores-
Lion
am honored by your approval,' said Pa
olo, laying down his palette and folding his
arms to gaze at the picture—a Cupid and Pys
oho-Lwith actual rapture.
It was the face of the woman—of the girl/
timidly impassioned and tender, filling the air
around with beauty—that had struck Morin
da. With golden hair, that waved ou' d'shone
in the sun ; with a white, small, but exquisite
shaped forehead; with deep blue eyes, fixed
on' the tormenting god, with oheeks on which
lay so soft the Worn of health that it seemed
ready to fade before the breath from the paint
ing; with a mouth and chin molded on some
perfect Grecian statue, she thought she bad
never seen anything so divine.,
'Ah she said, with a sigh, Ica painters
are dreadful enemies of women. litho would
look at reality after gazing on this glorious
'lt is reality,' replied the painter. 'I paint
from memory.'
'lmpossible! You must have combined the
beauty of fifty girls in that exquisite creation.'
' No,' said the artist gravely, 'that face ex•
ists. I saw it in the mountains of Sicily.—l
have often painted it before; never so sac•
ccssfully."
'I would giye the world to gaze on the orig
inal,' replied Clorinda. 'I adore a beautiful
woman. It is God's greatest work of art'
'lt is, signora,' said; Paolo ; and ho turned
.iway to his work:
IVomen . born in the climate of Italy, under
her deep blue sky. and in that air that breathes
of poetry, painting, music and love, are not
guided by the same impulses and feeling ns
in our colder and more practical north. Clo-
Huila did not wait for Paolo's admiraOin; she
loved him, and every day added to her passion.
His undoubted genius, his intellectual brow,
his noble features and mein, had awakened
her long pent up and sleeping affections. She
was herself' a woman of superior mini, and
had revelled in the delights of Petrarch, Dan
te, and Ariosto and Bocacio. Now, she felt—
llow deeply she aline knew. Zustana remain
ed obstinately insensible to"all her charms;
;o her friendship, and her condescending tone,
is f N ell as to her intellect and beauty,' lie
saw all save her love, and . ndmired'and respec '
ted'her much. But there was—at all events,
:it present—a germ of rising passion in his
heart.
It was not long before she,began to remark
is •early departure from the palace, hislayste•
shuts way of going, and the fact that he re
turned only the next day at early dawn ;
which always now saw him at his labors. The
idea at once fla-lied across het mind that be
had found ill Venice some person on whotn to
lavish the riches of his affection, and that he
went every evening to plied his passion at
her feet. Jealousy took pos'session of her,
She spent IL whole night in reflection ; she
turned over in her mind every supposition,
and she rose feverish and ill. That day,
pleading illness, she remained in her room,
shut up with her books.
About an hour after dark,- Paolo, his hat
drawn over his eyes, his cloak wrapped around
him, and his mask on, stepped into a gondola
which awaited hint and started. Another
boat lay lay on the opposite side of the canal,
with curtains closely drawn. Scarcely had
the , artist been set in motion than it followed.
Paolo who had never since his arrival in Ven
ice, been watched or followed, paid no atten
tion to it. The gondolas then moved side by
without remark, and that of Zustnna stopped
as usual, allowing the artist to land, and con
tinned on its way. A man, also wrapped in
a cloak, masked, and with a hat and plumes,
leaped out also from the other gondola, and,
creeping clo'se against the wall, followed bin]
The stranger seemed, by his gazing at the dir
ty walls and lc w shops—chiefly old clothes,
rag shops, and warehouses devoted to small
trades—very much surprised, but for fear of
losing the track of of the other followed close
ly.
Suddenly Zustana disappeared. The oth
er moved rapidly forward in time to observe
that ho had entered a dark alley, and was as•
ceuding with heavy step a gloomy and wind
ing staircase, The stranger followed cautious
ly stepping in time with Paolo and feeling his
way with his hands. Zustana only halted
when he reached the summit of the house lie
then placed a key in a door—a blaze of light
was soca; and he disappeared, locking the
door behind him. The man stood irresolute,
but only for a moment. The house was built
round a square court, like a wall ; th,pre was
a terraced roof. Gliding noiselessly along,
the stranger was in the open air; moving
along like a midnight thief he gained a posi
lion whence the windows of the rooms entered
by Zustana were distiritiily visible.
A groan, a sigh from the stranger, who sank
behind a kind of pillar, revealed the Countess
The groan, the sigh was occasioned by the as
tounding discovery she now made.
The room into which she was looking was
briliantly lighted up, and beautifully furn-•
ished, while beyond—for Clorinda could see as
plainly as if she had been in it—was a small
bedroom and near the bed sat an old woman,
who was preparing to bring in a child to Zus
tana. Just withdrawing herself from the em
brace of Zustana was a beautiful young girl,
simply and elegantly dressed—the original of
Pysohe which ehe had so much admired. NoW
she understood all; that look, which sbe bad
thought the,consciousness of his own beauti
ful creation, was for the beloved original.
The child, a beautiful boy, nearly a year
old, was brought to Zustana-to kiss. Now,
all his savageness was gone ; tiow,'he stood no
longer the artist, the creator, the - genius of
.art, but the man. He mulled, he patted the
babe upon the cheek, he let it clutch his fin
gers with its little hands, helaughed outright,
a rich, happy, 'merry, ordinary laugh ; and
then turning to the enraptuted mother, em
braced her once more, and drew her to a ta
ble near the opened window.
'What progress to-day ?' asked the painter
gayly°, `
Virrlizb (IWirsa
'See,' replied the young mother, handing
him a copy book, and speakipg in the some
what harsh dialect of a Sicilian peasant girl,
think at least, i can write a page pretty
well.' .
'Excellent,' continued the painter smiling
'My Elenorn is a perfect little fairy. A pret
tier hand• writing' you will not see. I need
give you no more lessons.'.
'But the reading.' said the young girl,
speaking like A timid scholar. '1 shall never
please you there.'
'You always please me,' said Zustana,
'but you must get rid or your accent,'
'1 will try,' said Elennora earnestly, and
taking up a book, sbe began to read with
much of the imperfection of a young school.
girl, but so eagerly, so prettily, with such
an evident desire to please, that, as she con.
eluded her lesson, the artist clasped her
warmly to 1 . bosom, and cried, with love in
his eyes din his tone, 'My wife, how I
/is
..,
adore to
0 e summer morning a young man, with a
knapsack on his back, a pair of. pistols in his
belt, a staff to assist him in climbing the hills
and mountains, and in crossing the torrents,
Was standing on the brow of a hill overlooking
a small' but delicious plain, It 'was half mea
dow, half pasture land ; here, trees ; there a
winding stream, little hillocks, green and gras
sy plots; beyond a lofty mountain, on which
hung a sombre tinted pine forest; the whole
illuminated by the joyous sun of Sicily, which
flooded all nature, and spread as it were a
violet and raetalic veil over her. After gaz
ing nearly half an hour, at the delicious land
scape, the young man moved slowly doe n a
winding path that led to the river side. Sud
denly he heard the tinkling of sheep hells,
the barking of dogs, and looked round to
discover Whence the sound came In a small
corner of pasture land, at no great distance
from the stream, he saw the tick, and, seated
beneath the shadow of a huge tree, a young
girl.
Ile advanced at -once towards her, nut being
sure of his way.
She was a young girl of sixteen, the same
delimite and exilVisite creation which had so
struck Clohinda on the canvass, and in the
gallery of Venice. - The eye of the artist was
delighted, the heart of the man was filled with
emotion. Ile spoke to her ; she answered ti
midly hut sweetly. Ile forgot his intended
question ; he alluded to the beautiful country
to the delight of dwelling in such a land, to
the pleasures of her calm and placid existence;"
he asked if ho could obtain a room in that
neighborhood in which to reside while he took
a series of sketches. The girl listened with
attention and interest for nearly half an hour,
during which time he was using his pencil.—
She then replied that her father would gladly
offer him a shelter in their small house, if he
could be satisfied with very humble lodging
and very humble fare. The young man ac
cepted with many thanks, and then showed
her his sketch•book,
'Holy Virgin ! she cried, se she recognized
herself,
- .
, You are pleased said the artist, smiling
'Oh 1 it's beautiful ; how can you do that
with a pencil? Come qUick, and show it to
father?'
The young man followed her, as she slowly
drovincer sheep along, and seen found herself
within sight of a small house with a garden.
which she announced us her fathers. She had
the drawing in her hand, looking at it with
delight. Unable to restrain her feelings, she
ran forward, and entering the house,. disap
peared. Zustana—of course it was he—laugh.
ed as he picked up the crook of the impetuous
young shepherdess, and, aided by the faithful
dog, began driving home the patient animals.
In ten minutes Eleonora reappeared, accom
panied by her father, her brother and tgter ;
regular Sicilian peasants without one atom of
resemblance to this extraordinary, pearl con
cealed from human eye in the beautiful valley
of Arnola. They were all, however, struck
by the portrait, and received the artist with
rude hospitality.
He 'took up his residence with them ; he
sought to please and ho succeeded. After a
very few days ho became the constant com
panion of Eleanore. They went out together.
he to paint, she to look after her sheep, both
to talk. Paolo foUnd her totally uneducated,
ignorant of everything, unable to read or write,
and narrow minded, as all such' natures must
be. But there was a foundation of sweetness,
and a quickness of intellect whiCh demonstra
ted that circumstances alone had made her
what sbe was and Paolo loved her.
He bad•bcou a fortnight at Xrnola, and ho
had made up his mihd, One beautiful morn
ing soon after they had taken up their usual
position, ho spoke.
, Eleanora, I love you with a love that is of
m ylife. I adore, I worship you; you aro the
artist's ideal of loveliness; your soul only wants
culture to be as lovely as your body. Win
You be my wife ! Will you make my home
your home, my country your country, my life
your life ? I am an artist ; I battle for my
bread, but I am already gaining riches, Speak!
Will , you bo mine ?'
4 1 .14111,' replied the young girl, wbo hed no
conception of hiding her feelings of pride and
joy.
'But you do not know me. I am jealous rind
suspicious. 1 am proud and sensitive. You
aro beautiful, you are lovely; others will dis
pute you with me. I would slay the' Pope if
'he sought you, I would kill the Emperor if be
offered you a gift. You are a simple peasant
girl; ,those around me might smile at your
want of town knowledge ;, might jeer at you
for not having the accomplishments and vices
of the town ladies. I should challenge the first
who smiled or jeered ! You must then, if you
can be mine, and will make Ine : Thappy, live
apart from men, for me alone; you must atom
don all society, all cdnverse with your fellow
creatures. I must be yotir world, your life,
your whole being.'
'lt will be what pleases you best,' said the
young girl gently.
'The picture does not alarm you ?'
'Will you, always love me ?' she asked tim
idly.
ile I live, my art, my idol, my goddess!
E'ennor•a, while I breathe.'
'Do with me as you will,' replied the young
girl.
A month later they were married, her par.
eats being proud indeed of the elevated posi•
tion to which their daughter attained. They
went in the autumn to Rome, where Paolo
had prepared for his mysterious existence by
means of his faithful and attached nurse. lle
devoted to her every moment not directed to
his art, and at once began her education sys
tematically. Ile found an apt and earnest
scholar, and at the time of which I speak
Eleanora was possessed of all the mental ad•
vantages to be derived from constant inter
course with a man of genius.
But Paolo Zustana, out of hilt home, was a
changed arid unhappy man ; he lived in con
slant dread of his treasure being 'discovered;
he saw with secret impatience the many de
tects which still existed in his beloved idol ;
liegfelt the restraint of confining her always
within a suit of rooms ; he longed to give her
air and space; but he dreaded her being seen
by powerful and unscrupulous men;_heAread
eel ridicule for her peseta .origho and imper
fect education. Bence the defects in her
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character.
It Was on the afternoon of the next day, and
Zustana, who had been giving some finishing
touches to the Psyche, was absorbed in its
contemplation. C lie held the brush in his hand.
and stood back a little way, examining it with
attention.
•It is beautiful ! The Countess Clorinda
.was right,' be exclaimed.
•Not nearly so beautiful as .the original,'
replied the lady inn low tone.
Great Heaven!' cried Paolo, turning round
pale and fiercely to start back in silent amaze
ment.
There was Eleanore, blushing, trembling,
timid, hanging a little back and yet leaning
on the arm of Rho Countess, who smiled a
sweet sad smile of triumph.
'Be net angry Signor Zustana,' she said,
'it is all my fault. You excited my curiosity
relative to the original of this picture. You
excited my curiosity relative to the origin of
this picture. You said it existed. I immedi
ately connected your mysterious absences
with something which might explain all.—
Last night I followed you home ; I saw this
beautiful'ereature ; I understood the motive
of her secluihm. This day I went to see her
early ; I forced my way in. Half by threats,
half by coaxing I extracted the truth front her.
Signor Paolo, your conduct is selfish; to save
yourself from imaginer) , evils you condemn
this angel to a prison life, you deprive her of
air and liberty—the very life of a Sicilian
girl ; you prevent her from enjoying the mani
fold blessings which God intended for all ;
'you deprive us of the satisfaction of admiring
•
I a face so diiine, and a mind so exquisite.—
But then, you will say, she is beautiful enough
to excite love ; she is simple enough to excite
a smile. Signor Paolo she is good enough to
scorn the first word of lawless passion; she is
educated enough to learn everything that be.:
comes a lady and befits the wit of a man
of genius. if you will but let her mix with the
world. You are yourself miserable; your
life is a torment. 1, the friend, the confidante.
the sister of this innocent good girl declare to
you that you must change your mode of exis
tence.'
'Countess you have conquered,' cried Zus
tuna, who guessed the truth, ned who intui
tively felt that her generous heart would find
in devotion to Elenora means of withdrawing
her attention from her unfortunate passion
'Do with her as you please. When the Coun
tess Clorinda, only child of my generous
patron, calls my wife her sister, my wife is
hers for life.'
The result was natural. Paolo Zostans
ceased to be suspicous and restless. Eleanore
was universally admired; • and when ten years
later, the artist after, finishing the paintings
for the gallery of the Palace limbo, took op
his residence permanently in Venice, hie wife
had become nn accomplished and unaffected
lady, capable of holding her position in . the
elevated circles to which the genius of her
husband, and tiie friendship of Clorinda este
blished her . right to belong. Cloriada
mained to her friendship all her life; delighted]
and happy at being the insurer of permanent
happiness to
of
loving hearts which under
the
,systemof suspicion, fear, and seclusion,
adopted by one of them, must, ultimately have
been utterly wretched.
No one can be happy and useful in this
world who is not of 'it. If it were not our
duty to be of it, we may be very sure we
should not be in it.
BE' (3,m—A little mirth raises well and
profitably with both business and philanthro
py. Ilow stupid life, both in labO'r awl leisure
would be without that gaiety within us whioh
responds to the cheerfulness and , beauty a
round us. Nay, its maim currents iiNt all the
deeper as well As fresher and flasyng flow
into them. The rivers would stagnate into
pools, if the rivulets ceased tbeir play. Phi
losophers and men of business sustain their
souls alive, and keep their intellects fresh and
.healthy, by mingling the mirthfulness of youth
with `the soberness of age : and even inn aLd
philanthropy are often .found in the same
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