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prietors into the room where the work- him, and in whom we must recognize men were employed either in forming Mr. Lansing, the aristocratic friend of new designs, or in copying others for Mrs. Rutledge. He at once opened the their tasteful fabrics.
conversation: This was a very interesting part of the "I was much pleased with some little exhibition apparently to the visitors, who sketches which I saw this morning at examined with evident pleasure the vari. Mr. Tassle's, and which he informed me ous patterns offered for their selection. were of your own design. Permit me to At length they stood before a sort of ask if they are so, or are they copies ?” rude easel, on which was stretched the "They are my own, sir," replied Rulinen fabric, displaying a small landscape pert, promptly. of such tone and finish, that both invol- “Then I congratulate you, my young untarily exclaimed:
friend. You have, of course, given " How very beautiful!"
much attention to your art—you have “A copy, of course, Mr. Tassle,” said studied ?": the gentleman.
“No, sir, I have never had
any “No, sir, it is the work of one of my struction.' young men.
Pretty tasty thing, now, “Is that so? You surprise me. How isn't it?"
did you attain such proficiency? How “ Tasty! Mr. Tassle; why it is a little long, may I ask, have you devoted yourgem, even in this state. Are you quite self to sketching, self-taught as you say sure it is original? If so, the young you are?" man, whoever he is, displays great tal- “From my cradle, I believe," answered ent-it must be a copy.'
Rupert, smiling; “for I cannot rememI assure you, sir, it is origi- ber the time when it was not my chief nal," answered Mr. Tassle. "Why I delight to disfigure everything which have seen him strike off a better thing came in my way, either with chalk or than that in a few moments. I sell a charcoal.” great many of his designs; they seem to “Your name?”' asked Mr. Lansing. take. Now, here is one for instance, “Fletcher. Rupert Fletcher, sir which Mr. Brown of the Fifth Avenue- Fletcher, Fletcher! Why that is the know him, sir?-ah, well, Mr. Brown name of the young machinist who has admired so much, that we copied it for lately become famous for some new imhis library upon some wire shades, which provement, a central wheel, I believe, we manufacture in Brooklyn.”
applied to locomotives. Is he a relative “You surprise me, Mr. Tassle," said of yours ?" the gentleman, examining the little *My brother, sir," answered Rupert, sketch attentively. “Yes, this is quite with a flushed cheek and beaming eye. superior to the other, and evinces won- “Indeed! You may well be proud of derful genius. Julia, my dear, we must your brother, Mr. Fletcher. I met him know this young sketcher. Is he in?" at a small dinner-party, and was much “ He is not."
impressed by his gentlemanly bearing, “Then here is my card, give it to and evidently well-balanced mind. You him, if you please, and ask him to call seem to be a wonderfully talented famupon me this evening."
ily," he added, smiling. “Now, to the Ordering a set of window-shades from point. Tell me, as a friend, what your each of Rupert's designs, Mr. Lansing wishes are, for I know you cannot be and his sister were bowed out by the well- satisfied with the present use you are pleased proprietor.
making of your talents-you must crave With a beating heart Rupert that something higher? Would you like to evening ascended the massive steps of an study—to cultivate the gift which you elegant mansion in Madison Square, and certainly possess, and make art your prowas ushered into the presence of the fession?" proprietor, who was evidently expecting “O! sir,” replied Rupert, his eyes
dimmed with tears, “indeed, next to the sle, who, although very reluctant to love of God, it is my greatest, nay, my relinquish his services, yet in considerasole desire; and I hope one day I may tion of a handsome bonus paid down by be enabled to do so. But you know, Mr. Lansing, and the promise that Rusir, one must creep before they can walk, pert would now and then favor him with as my dear mother used to tell me." a new design gratis, Mr. Tassle yielded
"If your progress is equal to your to the higher destiny of his young work. talents, you will not have to creep long, man. my young friend-you will soon find "And now," continued Mr. Lansing, your feet," said Mr. Lansing. “I like you are your own man. To-morrow I your face; it is one I can trust. I will will introduce you to the studio of my introduce you to an artist, who is friend." friend of mine, and claim his instruc- It is unnecessary to analyze the feeltion. In his studio, and under his ings of Rupert at this gudden change of careful, critical eye, I prophesy you will fortune—this reverse scene from the soon do something worthy a name.” labors of the factory to the congenial life
“Mr. Lansing," cried Rupert, with of an artist. Suffice it to hope that this emotion, “what can I say to express my good deed of Mr. Lansing's may find thanks for this interest in a poor boy-a imitators, and that hands as kind may be stranger? But I must deny myself the extended to lift struggling genius from advantages which you offer me, for I “out the depths." cannot spare the time from my employer. I have only a few hours in the
CHAPTER XI. evening which I can command."
"Well, I must help you, that's all," One year of close application found said Mr. Lansing, in that hearty, cheer- our young artist settled in a small studio ful tone which goes straight to a man's of his own, which, a proof to what heart. “ To-morrow I will call upon lofty flights genius beats up her chilMr. Tassle, and see what can be done. dren, was situated five stories from the No thanks, no thanks, my young friend. ground floor. I have money, and you have genius. He had made good progress, but his We must combine the two. It is my success was moderate. Mr. Lansing was duty to aid you; it is yours to profit by now travelling in Europe, and Rupert it. Call to-inorrow at this hour, and I missed the friendly hand and encouraghope to have good news for you. Good- ing word of his excellent patron. Before night.”
his departure Mr. Lansing had introAlmost wild at his unexpected good duced him to several of his friends, and fortune, Rupert flew at once to find his from them he had received various combrother, and make him a participator in missions, which he had filled, both to
their satisfaction and his own credit; "God is good!” said Roy, with tears yet, on the whole, Rupert toiled from of gratitude, as he listened to the recital. day to day with small pecuniary profit. “Rupert, do you remember those two | People looked at his paintings, and prodreams of mine in the dear old cottage nounced them "very clever”—perhaps home? Have they not been more than they wanted the foreign stamp, which is realized? And now, my dear brother, alike necessary to pictures and prima what see you in your present bright donnas, to pass current with the multipromises but the fulfilment of your own tude—for his paintings did not sell. vision ? Is not the hand of God in all However, Rupert was not discouraged. this?
saw the evening shadows The next evening the appointed hour creeping softly over his little room withfound Rupert again in the library of out feeling that his day's labor had not Mr. Lansing, who, to his great joy, in- been lost—some new thought had been formed him that he had seen Mr. Tas- awakened, some harmonious blending of
light and shade, or happy combination cardinals, in their scarlet robes; bishops, of color effected, which filled him with in long, flowing mantles; and children, delight.
in white garnients, bearing golden cenAnd thus time passed on.
Then upon a platform, hung with One evening; more exhausted than black and gold, and drawn by four usual by his labors, for the day had been horses in the same sable housings, was intensely warm, Rupert threw by his borne a large painting of the Crucifixion. pallet, and reclining back in his chair, No sooner did the eyes of Rupert rest soon yielded to his drowsy inclination. upon it, th:n, lost to all else, he became And as he slept—a vision !
absorbed in the contemplation of its What a rapid transition was that which majestic beauty. Sinking reverently upon chanced our young dreamer; for no his knees, he gazed up into the heavenly sooner did the magic wand of sleep wave countenance of the Saviour, which seemed its potent charm, than Rupert found bent upon the vast crowd with looks of himself transported to a strangely be- pity and love. As Rupert beheld, his wildering scene, and surrounded by a heart throbbed, and tears fell from his crowd of persons, whose dress and lan- eyes, for he saw the deep print of the guage were alike foreign.
nails in those holy hands and feet-he Rupert passed on with the multitude, saw the cruel wound in his dear side, filled with wonder at the grand and and beheld the life-drops trickling from novel objects which met his eye. Here those hallowed temples, pierced by the a palace, whose highly decorated façade sharp thorns which mocked them. Spellwas black with the wear of centuries; bound he gazed, and as he did so, Rupert there swept the majestic columns of a fancied that it was upon him alone the cathedral, and lifting its taper height to Redeemer looked with such tender pity. the cloudless heavens, stood a monument, And now the solemn procession moved of which each sculptured side bore in slowly on, winding through colonnades, bas-relief the warlike deeds of heroes; and so on and on, up to the gorgeous here, from broken pedestals, grim statues vestibule of a cathedral. Here the sacred of heathen gods frowned hideous, and painting was transferred to the shoulbeautiful fountains emptied their cool ders of consecrated pricsts, and by them waters into fantastic basins, held by the borne beneath the dome, where the deephands of water-nymphs.
Here were toned strains of the organ now united crumbling ruins, in whose coverts the with the chant of priests and chorislizard and the lazzaroni alike made ters. Through the solemn nave moved their home; and prisons, in whose dark- the reverend bearers to the altar, the ness, centuries past, the Christian suf- people kneeling as they passed, and defered. And there a bridge, guarded by voutly signing the cross. Around the marble saints, spanned the swift tide of high altar, and into the apsis, this a turbid river. Rupert looked upon all representation of our Saviour's sufthese wonderful objects, and said: ferings was borne, and there placed “I am in Rome!”
within a deep, sculptured niche. Then Suddenly the heavy tramp of an ap- the multitude rose to their feet—the proaching multitude fell on his ear, and organ poured forth its grandest tones, with it came the solemn strains of the reverberating through those majestic " Miserere Deus," chanted by many aisles, and commingling with the loud voices. Nearer and nearer came the “allelujahs” of the congregated mass. measured footfalls, and nearer swept the Suddenly the music changed its characvocal harmony. The crowd fell on their ter to gentle notes of sweetest harmony, knees, and bent their faces to the earth. and little children, bearing upon a golden Rupert, leaning against a broken column, salver a chaplet of laurel, drew near, and watched and listened. On came the kneeling before Rupert, presented it as procession, monks and priests chanting the meed due to the artist of that matchdevoutly, each bearing a lighted candle; less picture !
The pealing notes of the organ again unknown to fame, could have designed echoed around, and
and achieved a picture of such power as " Come, Rupert, I want you to take a “The Crucifixion." drive with me to Central Park; it will Orders now rapidly poured in upon do you good,” said Roy, placing his him. The lovers of art found his studio hand upon the arm of his sleeping always attractive, and soon the name of brother.
Rupert Fletcher vied in celebrity with And the dreamer awoke.
the most talented artists of America. As they drove, Rupert related to his A letter at this time received from his brother the wonderful incidents of his warm friend and patrın, Mr. Lansing, dream, dwelling most upon that sacred dated from Rome, urging him to visit representation of the Redeemer. without delay that goal of artists, and
** And, indeed, my dear Roy,” he con- enclosing a check for five hundred doltinued, "so vivid an impression has the lars, decided Rupert to close his labors image of the crucified Saviour made for the present in his native land, and in upon my mind, that, daring as the at- that more genial atmosphere of art, purtempt may seem, I think I could even sue his studies of the beautiful. now.sketch that divine and benignant Roy encouraged the enterprise, and countenance, and even give a faithful with a happy heart, saddened only by transcript of the whole glorious picture.” the fact of being separated from his
“Do so," answered Rıy. " That brother, Rupert Fletcher sailed for the vision was not given you without a Old World. divine purpose; slight it not, but profit by its inspiration. Paint your dream
CHAPTER XI. picture, Rupert, and when completed, mark my words, you will achieve the “My dear fellah! 'pon my soul, reputation which you have so long I'm positeevely shocked!" exclaimed our coveted.”
quondam exquisite, young Shallow, meetThus encouraged, our young artist, ing an immense moustache in Broadway. filled with the solemnity of the subject, “I
heard the news-eh?"
is the lucky fellow?" At length completed, Rupert, with "Lucky fellah-eh? Why, one Fletchmodest pride, placed his picture upon er! and Jeemes, do you know — ha! exhibition. No signature was attached ha! ha!" giving his companion a thrust to designate the artist, yet soon such on the spot which the heart is supposed inquiries were made, not only by con- to occupy, “ do you know the fellah was noisseurs, but by artists, to discover by a— vulgar, shocking blacksmith !—'pon whom this striking picture was designed, my soul and honor, a blacksmith! Ha! that Roy prevailed upon his brother to ha! ha!" declare himself. And now the wonder “Ha! ha! ha!" was still greater, that one so young and "Capital joke, ain't it, Jcemes?
Wh-y-aw-I might have made the —when I see and know all this, I thank Rutledge Mrs. Shallow—'pon my soul— my God that the happiness of our dear but I did not take the hint!"
Ethel is secure, so far as earthly fore“Yes, the old lady had a design, too, sight can determine; and for the rest, upon me at one time—but it wouldn't we inust leave vur beloved child in the do, ha! ha! it wouldn't do! I must cut hands of Him who doeth all things them—one meets one don't know who well.'" at their receptions.”
"Ye—s! Tow fellahs, Jeemes. I can My story is now ended. Secure of nevah associate with mechanics--nevah— the respect and confidence of all honorathey smell of the shop-eh!" quoth the ble men, and on the high road to fame brickmaker's hopeful son. "Shall you and fortune, our young friends require be at the club-aw?”
our sympathy no longer; so bidding “No, I am going to the races. I say, them “God speed,” we take our leave. Shallow, I have bet a cool five hundred Thus in the history of Roy and Ruwith Bob Highflyer that Samoset will pert Fletcher, which we have traced from distance Philley. Au revoir—but stay their childhood up, I have endeavored
as I live, here come the happy pair- to prove the dignity of labor, and to ha! ha! ha!-Vulcan and Venus! let's attest the Divine Love in the ministerevaporate!"
ing care of guardian angels whom He And as the proud and happy Roy sends forth to cheer His earthly children, reached the crossing with his fair young and who thus by beautiful visions guided bride elect, Ethel Rutledge, upon his the steps and sustained the hopes of two arm, the two brainless exquisites disap- orphan boys. These visions are not the peared.
conceptions of romance; for such revelaMrs. Rutledge no longer held the im- tions have been granted to many pure pulses of her kind, good heart in abey- minds, as all history, both sacred and ance, but was proud to proclaim her profane, will testify in support of my regard for the young mechanic, Roy theory, and have been accepted by prayFletcher, proud to bestow upon him the erful and thankful hearts as the gracious hand of her darling Ethel, assured that testimonials of the Father's love. even a doting mother's exacting affection Courage, then, brave ones who strugciuld claim no greater security for the gle and toil for an honest purpose. Courhappiness of her child.
age, ye who labor at the work-bench, at “Ah, my dear wife," said Mr. Rut- the loom, at the forge, at the desk, at the ledge one evening, after a pleasant visit easel, or wherever the finger of fate has to the home of the happy young couple, pointed out your duty. Take courage. ** how fortunate we are! When I look Labor with perfect confidence that the around me, and see how many parents same Divine love which has been vouchhave made shipwreck of their children's safed to so many of earth’s pilgrims will happiness through false notions of pedi- sustain you also, if not by visions, by gree and pride, and how many young granting you an inward strength to labor girls have sacrificed the freshness of their faithfully, and giving you courage to dare young hearts to the glitter of wealth and the wrong and do the right. its accessories, viz., a splendid house, poor patient ones who by the midnight gilded furniture, a box at the
opera, servants in livery—but who find when
· Stitch, stitch, stitch, too late that all these gauds are not suf
At once a shroud and a shirt," ficient to satisfy the cravings of the heart for sympathy and love;—when I see men, take courage, and if the clouds gather too, forsaking their own firesides for the around you, and the star of hope shines club or the gaming table, leaving their dim, remember that “with the morning families to dulness, and perhaps to crime; 1 cometh light.”