Lime Rock Gazette

LIME ROCK GAZETTE. DEVOTED TO COMMERCE, AGRICULTURE, ART, SCIENCE, MORALITY AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. PUBLISHED WEEKLY, BY B1CIIARDSON & POBTEB. Terms. $1.50 in Advance, $1.75 in six monllis $-2,00 nfleiv-Adverlisemenls inserted al llie eiisloniarv prices. V O L I . UAKiT-TIKHIVSKLY. T lttR SD U IIOICMNK, .11 M 1«, IMG. N O . s o . say, if you spoke the truth,’ replied the lor his separation from her. Rut by de- '1 In* two painters enihrnecd each otliei j and as I expected from you. The man is P 0 E T B Y bcuiitilul visitor ; ‘look at the canvass; 1 grecs his mind cleared up. He was warmly, and plunged into an nniinntcd ■ now before you, and has heard the doom The Aiiieriniii Sharp-Shoolen?, not one touch added since you were here young, and hope is the inseparable at- converse on the art they both loved so ) you have pronounced.' Coi.oxr.i. F orsyth, so celebrated in Ttie following bcnutiful lines were written by yesterday! XX'hy you most indolent of tendant of youth. He remembered, lie- Brotogenes could bear this scene the last war ns the commander of a hand N. V. XX’n.i.is, several years since, and were painters, what have you to say for your- sides, after his thoughts grew calmer, ‘To what clue mid Brotogenes, do , longer, and exclaimed, ‘ Koval Ah xnnder! of sharp-shooters which harrassed the prompted by the following incident. A splendid SPii'S’ that the character of .Alexander was too I I owe this linppv sight of one I have long- do not, for an involuntary error, take enemy so much, happened in a scouting painting of Christ's trial nt the bar of Pilate ‘I deserve your severest displeasure, noble n one to render Cnmpnspc’s fate cd liir years to see away the the crown and glory of Grecian party, to capture a British ollieer. He was being exhibited in the Boston Athenaeum, Campaspc,’ said Iho painter, looking sad- a cause of alarm. It was true that he) The question awoke Appelles rudelv art, April brought him to Itis eamp, and Heated him and as the poet stood among a erowil of spec ly on the ground. himself was divided from her—for ever; from the forgetfulness into which his pro- ‘XX lm art thou ?’ returned the Molinrcli with i very respect due to his tank. Hap tators. be directed the eye of a lady near him to ‘ Nay, Apelles, I meant not to chide nr hut what chance had there ever been for fessional enthusiasm had lor a time im- ‘ I. great king, am I’rotogcncs, a paint pening to cuter into conversation on the the meekness o f Him who was the prominent ' bo angry with you,’ returned the lady, his love being fortunate? inersed him. His countenance darkened er of Rhodes.’ subject of sharp-shooters, the British of- subject of the painting before them; an,I was npprnnclling him, anti laving her hand • It was a dream at best,’ said the paint- and this so visibly, that the Rhodian paint- ‘1 have heard of thee,’ replied Alexatt- fleer observed that Col. Forsyth's men disappointed when be found bis remarknrlr wwas a s rrvn. iiiuihupon hisLi< nt*m*arm; Hr‘truth to say, Apelles, I cr. He hnd spoken unconsciously aloud, er exclaimed— der; ‘lim it too spenkest well. But it is in j "ere a tenor to the British eamp; that reived with indifference by one whom lie lliought ' cure lint although the portrait were never and the old fisherman, who, with his soil, 1 ‘ l’ardon me, mv friend, if my ahrupl vain to intercede for this man. His doom us far as they could see they could select would be susceptible to the deepest feeling. finished. Never were these poor features was engaged in rowing the boat, exclaim- qurstion has given thee pain.' is fixed! It is right, however, that the the ollieer from Ihe priv ate, w ho of course 1 put on canvass before, and, somehow or ed,— ‘It hath,’ replied the other, ’ Imt no partner of his crime should share that I' II a suet ilicejo their sharp shooting.— I joined the throng in that high ball, I other, I love to sit so well, that I run ‘ Dream, master, why you don’t dream fault rests with l i t e r . ' doom. Glitus, bring hither Campaspc!’ He wished very much to sec a specimen Where genius breathed its hallowed fire, I away from every thing to come here.’ with your eyes open, do you ?’ Appelles then laid open the whole liis- Apelles had not opened his lips to pray ol their shooting. W here shaded light in softness fell The ardent look which the artist turned • Nay, good friend,’ replied Appelles, tory of his unfortunate love, and its more lor himself. Imt he now exclaimed in nc- Forsyth gave the wink to one of Ins of- On pencilled beamy. They were gone upon the speaker's ingenuous countc- ‘I was but communing when I said so, unfortunate issue. The Artist of Rhodes cents of agony, ‘O, royal, noble sovereign ficers, who departed, anil instiueted two Whose hearts of fire mid hands of skill J nance at these words, caused a blush to with my own unhappy thoughts.’ ' had no sooner heard of the ire of Ale.xatt- spare Iter! She is innocent!’ of the best marksmen belonging to tin: Had wrought such power—but they spoke I rush upon her cheek, nttd her eye in turn ‘ You arc not like one,’ returned the der, than lie struck his hands together, ‘Silence, one and all!' was the Kings corps, to pass by the commanding officer's To me in every feature still, to drop its gaze on the lloor. fisherman, looking at the, painter’s hand- and cried in n tone of great disticss,— reply. quarters at slated intervals. This being ‘ But conic, Apelles,’ continued she And fresh lips breathed, and dark eyes woke some attire, ‘to whom fortune has been) ‘ Thou art lost, Appelles—thou art lost, In n few moments, Campaspc was led at ranged, ( 'ol. Forsyth informed the Bt if- nftcr a pause, ‘let us resumo our sitting; into the hall by Glitus. The king left his isli ollieer that his wish should hi’ gralifi- And eriinson checks Unshed glowingly very cruel; and no damsel, surely, can utterly lost, unless thou eanst immediate- Alexander hath ordered this painting, mid have been hard hearted to a youth with ' ly escape from Rhodes, or he closely con- throtic, and advanced Io meet her. The ed, and observed lie would step in front To life anil motion, T had knelt his will—(a gentle sigh here interrupted so fair a form and face as yours. By 1 cealcd within its liouiids. Before refurn- lady sank nt his feel. of his lent to see whether auv ol' his men And wept with Alary at the tree, her words)—must he obeyed.’ Nepttine, you might receive a mint of mg home even now, I witnessed the urri- ‘Mark the doom, till of you,' cried the were near at hand. According to the nr- W here Jesus suffered. I hnd felt 'J'lte name of the Macedonian King liioncy were you Io go and hire yourself val of a Macedonian galley in the hurlior. king in a loud and dear voice, which I rangement made, one of the best marks- The warm blood rushing to my brow struck a chill through the painter’s frame, as a model to our Brotogenes.’ I It came front I Inlicnrnassus, and Imre a pronounce upon these two unfortunates.— men appeared. The Colonel ordered hint At the stern bullet of the Jew - and served to recall him onco more to his ‘ Brotogenes!’ cried Apelles, ‘what, natty hither in search of it fugitive; 1 Let them, for during to love each other, to come forward, and enquired whether Had seen the Son of Glory bow. senses. He sat down at his easel while the famous painter? Methought he was heard the description—alas! it was thine, he instantly bound------ together for life.— his rille was in good order. ‘‘Yes sir,” And bleed for sins he never knew,.— I lie beauteous original of his half-com not in Rhodes at present, hut at the Appelles! Come, my brother, thou must And he the bonds,’ he continued with a replied the man. And I bad wept. 1 thought that all pleted sketch took her allotted scat by its Olympic Games!’ I he concealed instantly’’ smile, ‘the golden ones which Hymen He then stuck a table knife in a tree Must feel like me. And when there came j side. ‘ Nay, master,’ replied tho fisherman; Appelles stirred not, but raised Itis forges!' about fifty paces distant, and ordered tho A stranger, bright and beautiful, For n considerable period the artist re ‘true, he meant to have gone thither with hand to Itis brow, and remained lost in Snntdied thus unexpectedly from the m a t t to split Itis hall. H e tired, nttd tho Willi step of grace and eye of flame, tained his place, striving manfully to com his incomparable picture of Venus; but thought. brink of the grave, ns it were, Apelles hall was completely divided by tile knife, And tone and look most sweetly bent, mit to the canvass the yet unportrayed when lie heard that Apelles—the painter) ‘ Come, conic!’ cried Bortogenes, ‘ we and Campaspc were in an instant pouring perforating the tree on each side.

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