THE FREE LANCE
Vol,. XII.
WILLtAht 14. AVVELDUR,
N. W. McCitr,rium, '99
H. P. Wool), '99.
W. H. THOMSON, '99,
S. R. kimpr, 'or.
WEN"rzm, 'oo, Business Manager.
C, Emmsmv, 'oo, Assistant.
THERE is a very interesting medallion in the Art Department.
It is only a plaster cast, no bigger than the paint of your
hand, very ordinary looking, and you may see it almost any
tune it the Free-hand drawing room. Ilutdreds haze passed by
it giving it not even the slightest notice. Had they done so they
would have observed that it is the portrait of d inrink.
The face is ugly and yet the great Michael Angelo has said dt
the original that art could go AO further. The head and ahririldera
are enveloped by a thick hood. It is draWrf cloSe, suggesting by
its curves a long arid somewhat flat skull' ektrediely full at the .
base and sides. The eye that Once flashed fire is scarcely seeri,
so' deeply sunken is the socket.
The nose is strong, prominent, and aquiline,
.with wide . nostrils
capable of terrible dilation under the stress of vehement emotion.
The mouth, large, as though made for a flood of eloquence, has
full, projecting lips; tightly compressed and is supplied Witli
muscles, inaasive, as if to' move with energy and Calculated force
of utterance. The jaw is heavy, the cheek bone in high relief;•
between the two the flesh is hollow as though wasted by mighty
wrestlings with the spirit. It is the face of a visionary . winnowed
FEBRUARY, tBg9.
'99, Editoe.:M.Cltiej:
Editors
B. C. BRADY, 'OO.
V'. T. Cor,E, 'oo.
G. C. SHAAD, 'OO.
C. T. WADO, 'Ol.
SAVONAROLA,
No. 8.