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characteristic. Even the single statues have for spised the copying of models, as the makeshift their outlines curves of contrary flexure, express of ignorance. His profound study of anatomy ing motion; they seem to wave in the air, and was not for greater accuracy of imitation, but their faces to glow with passing emotion. The for greater licence of invention. Of grace and animals are often uncouth, but the more life- pleasingness he became more and more careless, like; a turn of the head, or of the eye, a rest until he who at twenty had carved the lovely less, unbalanced attitude, brings us nearer to angel of S. Domenico, came at last to make all the actual living creature, than the magnificent his men prizefighters and his women viragos. repose of the antique lions and eagles - as if It is clear that we nowhere get his final meanthey did not trust to our recognizing their cha- ing—that he does not fairly get to his theme at racter
, but were prepared to demonstrate it with all, but is stopped at the outset, and loses him. beak and claws. Even in the plants, though self in the search for a mode of expression more strictly conventionalized, it is the freedom and adequate to that “immense beauty” ever prespring of their lines that more than anything sent to his mind-so that the matter in hand else characterizes them and defies copying. occupies him only in its superficial aspects.
In a crucifixion of the twelfth century, life is what he sought on all hands, in his endless figured on one side crowned and victorious, and questioning of the human frame, his impatience on the other death overcome and slain. The of drapery, the furious haste to reach the live finiteness of the finite is not the barrier, but the surface, and the tender modulation of it when it liberation, of the infinite.
is reached, was to make the flesh itself speak But the statue remains stone; this unmean- and reveal the soul present at all points alike ing emphasis of weight and bulk, though di- and at once. Nothing could have satisfied him minished, is not to be got rid of. It is the but to impart to the marble itself that omnistruggle against this fixity that gives to the presence of spirit of which animal life furnishes sculpture of the renaissance its aspect of up the hint. In this Titanic attempt the means rest, of disdain of the present, of endless, un were in open and direct contradiction to the end. satisfied search. Hence the air of conflict that it was a violation of the wise moderation of we see in Giovanni Pisano, and still more in later sculpture, whose rigid and colourless material times--the sculptor going to the edge of what pointedly declines a rivalry it could not sustain ; the stone will allow, and beyond it, and, still else why not colour the stone ? unsatisfied, seeking through all means to indi That the earlier practice of colouring statues cate a yet unexecuted possibility. It is this that was given up just when the need would seem to seethes in those strange, intense, unearthly be the greatest shows its incompatibility with figures of Donatello's, wasted as by internal the fundamental conditions of the art. În the fire-the rage for an expression that shall at the twelfth and thirteenth centuries statues were same time declare its own insufficiency.
still painted and gilded. Afterwards colour is All that is done only makes the failure more restricted to parts not directly affected by the evident. The fixity continues, and is only circulation, the hair and the eyes; and at last, deepened into contortion and grimace. What when sculpture is given over to pictorial efect we see is the effort alone. Hence in modern and is about to yield entirely to painting, it is statues the uneasy, self-distrustful appeal to wholly relinquished. Evidently it was felt that the spectator, in place of the lofty indifference to colour a statue in imitation of flesh would of the antique. In Michel Angelo the same only enforce the fact that it is stone. striving to indicate something in reserve, not What art was now aiming at was not the expended, led to the exaggerated emphasis of mere appearance of life, but a unity like that certain parts (as the length of the neck, depth which life gives, in place of the abstractedness of the eye-sockets, &c.), and of general mus and partiality inherent in sculpture. eularity-a show of force, that gave to the In the earlier Greek statues the head remains Moses the build of a Titan, and to the Christ of lifeless, abstract, whilst the limbs are full of ex. the Last Judgment the air of a gladialor. pression. In a contrary spirit, more akin to Michel Angelo often seems immersed in mere modern ideas, the Norse myth relates that anatomy and academic tours de force, especially Skadi, having her choice of a husband from in his later works. He seems to see in the sub- among all the gods, but having to choose by the ject only a fresh problem in attitude, foreshort- feet alone, meaning to take Baldur, got by misening, muscular display—and this not only take Niordr, an inferior deity. This does not where he invents, but also where he horrows
seem so strange to us; but a Greek would have sometimes most strangely overlooking the sen wondered that the daughter of a wise Titan timent; as in the figure of Christ, which he should not know the feet of Apollo from those borrows from Orcagna and the older painters, of Nereus. It was said of Taglioni that she put even to the position of the arms, but with the mind into her legs. But, to the modern way of touching gesture of reproof perverted into a thinking this is clearly exceptional. It is in savage menace; or in the expulsion, taken the face, and especially in the eye, that we look almost line for line from Masaccio, but with the to see the soul present and at work, and not infinite grief expressed in Adam's figure turned merely in its effects as character. As types of into melodrama by showing his face.
character, the lineaments of the face were ex. It was not for the delight of the eye, nor from plored by the later Greek art as profoundly as orer- reverence of the matter-of-fact. He de. I the rest of the body. But the statue is sightless ;
its eyes do not meet ours, but seem forever being out of the question, it is expressly avoided brooding over a world into which the present and --each figure waives attention to itself, merges its interests do not enter. To the Greek this
was no itself in the plot. Later, when the profounderidea defect; but to us the omission seems to affect the of a personality that does not isolate or degrade has most vital point of all, since our conception of begun to make itself felt, this constraintis given the soul involves its eternity, that is, that it lives up-the figures face the spectator, and enter as always in the present, is not too fine to exist, it were into relation with the actual world. secure that it is bound neither by past nor The church very early expressed this feeling future, but capable of revolutionizing the cha- of the higher significance of the head, by allowracter at all moments. Here is the ground of ing it to be sufficient if the head alone were the remarkable difference that meets us already buried in holy ground In art it ie naïvely indiin the reliefs of the latter classic times. In the cated by the exaggerated size of the head and the reliefs of the best age, the figures are always in eyes--a very common trait of the earlier times, profile and in action. Complete personification and not quite obsoleie at the time of the Pisani,
COTTAGE LIFE IN SCOTLAND,
old Ann durst not shew interest in any one Bet Black hated, being herself in awe of the latter's rancorous, meanly revengeful nature. Katie
rested at the bottom of a steep circuitous carte 'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was road, which she had chosen in preference to the
fa'ing And Martinmas dowie had wound up the year,
path leading by Jenny Black's cottage. Her
seat was on a grassy mound beside a rough That Lucy rowed up her wee kist wi' her a' in't,
moss-grown dyke, and there she was musing on And left her auld maister and mistress sae dear,”
a future that was all “ couleur de rose," when a man, who was walking on the soft turf skirting the deep muddy road, accosted her, and offered
The man's The Martinmas term happened on a Friday, to assist her to carry her bundles. nearly a month after the events related in the shabby velveteen suit and English accent imfirst part of the tale, and Nannie Lindsay would pressed her with an idea of his gentility, and have gone to be installed as housemaid at Brae- she at first gratefully declined; but, overcome head in place of her sister on the following day, offer, and
had in consequence to answer nume.
by his persistence, she finally accepted his but for the influence of the Scottish _proverb. "A Saturday flit has a short sit.” Early on
rous queries connected with the district, about the morning that released Nannie from her smell wayside inn at a toll-bar, from which Tom
which he seemed curious, until they reached a previous engagement, her good master Mr. Aitken, after a short illness, was called to his Black issued, and insisted on her entering, to “rest,” and all that day sympathising neigh
rest herself. bours, mourning as if the bereavement were About an hour afterwards, in the lonely peculiarly, their own, vainly endeavoured to churchyard surrounded by tall trees now bereft console his heart-stricken grandchild, Flora of their foliage, the stranger in the velveteen Merton; but no one could comfort the lonely suit threaded his way among the moss-grown and now homeless girl but Nannie Lindsay, tombstones, looking occasionally with deep whose grief nearly equalled her own. Nannie's interest on the names which had been recently mother had therefore permitted her to remain engraved. Before an unpretending upright till night, when her father would go for her. slab the green turf had been removed, and the Katie, however, was expected to take her "four sexton's tools lay beside it
. A remorseful pang bours" or tea with her parents, and her mother passed through the man's heart as he stood had made special preparations in honour of the looking on these sad tokens of the departure of occasion.
one who had laboured unsuccessfully to impress In accordance with this arrangement, Katie religious truth on his heart in boyhood. “It's left Braehead early in the afternoon, loaded with no use saying there's no goodness in the earth,” bandbox and bundles which no one offered to he muttered, "for he that must lie here was assist her to carry. George could not, even if good and merciful, even though he had nothing he would, being engaged at his usual work, and to gain by it." Just then he observed the
sexton Neddy Black and his wife Jenny re there's folk here that ken him, and they'll no be turning to their work. Jenny paused at the slow to seek him if ony ill happens Andrew gate to speak to some one; and Neddy, who Lindsay, for its well kenned that Bob has never considered himself able to work without sworn to do him a mischief, and Andrew, as a' her, perched himself on a tombstone to light his the world kens, is a gude godly man, that has pipe. Having succeeded in this, he drew forth deserved nocht but kindness at his hands." from his pocket a well-thumbed copy of The man's face paled, and an expression of Moore's Almanack, and was deeply engrossed deep malignant feeling settled on it. “See in its contents when Jenny imperiously ordered you this," he said, as he broke off a drooping him to his work. Old Neddy nervously obeyed, branch of a tree near him, and snapt it bit by soliloquising as he went, “Howking graves, aye, bit to pieces; “this is the way I could break howking graves ! Eh, wow, but we'll sune be his bones if I had the power.
Kindness! yes a' demolished! I wadna heed if it was Amale- he was so kind as to break my bones for mekites and Philistines I had to do wi', but I so kind as to make me by his devilish treachery dinna like to pit yird o'er auld freens and get a wandering outcast. Yes, he is kind, and I nocht for't. Weary fa' the job for it's dreech will not forget bis kindness. I see you know and sair, and no that sonsy. Ochone, Jenny, me ; so tell Andrew Lindsay from me, that he ye keep an unco grip o' the siller.”
has given Bob McBrade his inark, and that “Ca' away and" haud yer wheest,” cried Bob McBrade will live to return the compliJenny, giving him an ungentle pat with her ment yet.” spade. “Dye no see it's pouring and raining, “ I wish ye luck of your revengefu' natur," and there will be nae moonlight wi' thae heavy answered Jenny. “It's certently a comfortable clouds."
nursing for ye to carry to yer grave. Gang yer “I kenned it,” cried Neddy, triumphantly. ways, my man ; I wad rather hae yer room than “ Did I no tell ye that when the moon had her yer company ;” and as he walked away, stroup down, there would be plenty o’ water with
moody, abstracted air, she adfalling."
ded, the deil has had a cheap bargain, for The stranger, who had been listening, laughed I think he has gien him little but an English aloud at this solution of meteorological difficul- tongue. Neddy, my man, we maun finish oor ties; but Neddy, who had no idea of treating his wark anither time, or we will be drookit like favourite science with levity, turned his poking craws, but of course we couldna expect ocbt but red nose in the direction of the laugh, and, rain at this day's wark; for blessed are the dead glimmering unsteadily with his large black eyes, that the rain rains on, and the life of him that he continued, “I have a theory o my ain has to be here was love, and his end was peace.” about the moon, dye ken. I think there maun be some big blads of ice between it and the
“Aye, but Jenny, it's gaun to clear up; see sun, and when the moon lies on her back she yonder's as much blue sky as would make me just keps it as it melts, like a handbasin; but
a gude greatcoat.”
“Deed aye,” answered Jenny ; when she's on her side, she just dribbles it a'
had oot again like a watering can.”
better finish, for it may freeze before the morn, The man listened with much amusement to and make it a' the harder work.” this superb philosophical theory, when turning Leaving them there, we will return to the from Neddy to his wife, he found her eyes cottage where Mrs. Lindsay was bustling about, fixed on himself with a puzzled expression, and every now and then glancing out to see if she a look of recognition instantaneously passed could spy Katie coming over the fields or down between them.
the lane. She did not yet feel alarmed, as there “Mistress, your husband is a clever man," was much that might detain her, and besides sneered the stranger.
there was good moonlight, so she did not object "Oh! yes, he is a knowledgeable man," an to Andrew leaving her, to carry comfort to the swered Jenny calmly, accepting the compliment mourning and suffering. The house being now in its literal sense, and ignoring its very appa. put to rights, Mrs Lindsay betook herself to rent irony, “and wair than that, he's a quate her spinning-wheel beside the cosy fire. She peaceable cratur, and doesna get his bread by was alone, and yet not alone ; a sweet little harming ither folk, like some I ken."
presence seemed always beside her, The man slightly winced, but observed, “I am on my way to London, and hearing that "Alas! there is no household howsoe'er defended, your drovers sometimes go that far, I want to But one dead lamb is there." know when they are likely to start, that I may have their company."
And she had known bereavement, “Andrew Lindsay is gaun in the spring,” cried Neddy, hastily, encouraged to volunteer a
“A cherub babe with angel wings remark by Jenny's late appreciation of his
Was floating o'er her, fond and free ; talents.
And still that glandsome infant sings, “ Wheest, ye doitet deevil,” whispered Jenny;
"Weep not, dear mother, not for me'." and then added louder, “If ye leeve in London ye'll maybe ken ane Bob McBrade that The cloud of despairing grief that had once leeves there. Ye may tell him fra me, that I overshadowed her mind had passed away, and
she now knew and believed that “ dust to dust” | that way to make ready the marriage braws." was not spoken of the soul.
Her dead were She then turned to her mother and enquired for safe, and her fears were now for the living. Katie. Both she and her father, who had come
Time glided on, as her memory dwelt in the with her, hastily went out again when they far past, and the evening had advanced so far heard that Katie had never come home. Mrs. that she now became seriously alarmed, and Lindsay and Jenny went also, but in a different wandered up and down the lane with a sad direction, and then Jenny could no longer reterror at her heart. There were not wanting frain from beguiling the way by a description cases of young girls being robbed and murdered of her interview with Bob McBrade in the for the sake of their 'sair-worn penny fee,' and churchyard, a disclosure full of fearful suggesinstances of this would ever and anon recur to tions to the anxious mother's heart. her disturbed imagination. Her alarm was at its The weather had of late been moist and height when Jenny Black opened the door, and misty, but now the night had cleared up into discovered the panic-stricken mother seated on gleaming beauty, and moon and stars shone a low stool beside the fire. The cottage had from the blue depths in tranquil loveliness, the the advantage, or rather disadvantage in this only evidence of recent rains being here and case, of having footpaths leading from it in there large sheets of water in the meadows, and several different directions, and by one of these the turbid overflowing of the mill stream. Jenny had turned out of her way to discover, There were stepping-stones across this rivulet, for Bet's information, if George Hunter had but they were now covered by water, and followed Katie home. Jenny had been profes- the two women found that they must retrace sionally employed in the house of mourning, their steps. “Katie ! Katie ! oh, Katie !" called where she had been merciful, active, and sym- out the anxious almost-despairing mother. pathising, and was altogether delighted with That shrill cry, that tearful wail was heard at a her own goodness. She had pretty well suc- great distance, and it was listened to with joyful ceeded in forgetting the inisfortunes, as she emotion by her who had excited this heartconsidered them, of Hallowe'en, and she took rending interest. it for granted that everyone else had the same “Oh! mother, mother, is it you," cried kind memory. To a candid friend who alluded Katie from her hiding-place among the reeds to it, Jenny's quick retort was, “The folk that and willows on the opposite side of the stream, telled ye that, kenned weel it wad please ye, for “ I thought when I heard the voices that it
hear what they want to hear." When was Tom Black and that fearful man." Jenny entered the cottage, she was so much Jenny Black was not ignorant of the evil moved by the sight of Mrs. Lindsay's extreme reputation of her son, and was glad that the distress, that she put the difficult restraint on rushing sound of the water might reasonably be herself of concealing the near neighbourhood supposed to drown the ominous meaning of the of the dreaded Bob McBrade.
words she too distinctly heard. “Toots, woman,” she said, “what are ye “I'll gang and tell Andrew," said she, "to flayed for? Geordie Hunter and her will be contrive some plan to get her across,” and thos having a crack together beside some beildy escaped further unpleasant revelations, mutter. bush; no but that she might be in better coming to herself as she went, “ It caps a', how oor pany. I'm real glad to think that oor Bet has Tam could affront Andrew Lindsay's dochter.” lost notion of Geordie. I was wae to see twa Tom was near enough to hear Katie's accusing bonny purpose-like lasses like them, glowering words, and slunk quietly away, aware that 8 at ane anither on Hallowe'en night, just like deeper line now marked the designation of gleds o'er gore.”
“ villain" against his name. "I am sure," answered Mrs. Lindsay with a He had detained the terrified shrinking girl little spirit, “if your Bet has ony notion of in the little wayside inn, unrestrained by the George Hunter, she's welcome to hím, for oor stolid dropsical' landlady, who, though no hin Katie wad ne'er tak up wi sic like.”
drance to unbecoming words, was yet a check “Ob dear! but your bairns are the best of to indecorous conduct.
She was at length, china, and ither folk's lasses are just riggy however, prevailed on to connive at Katie's mugs, I suppose. However, Bet has got the escape through a window into a ploughed field, right lad at last, for Jamie Brown is a bias lad, whither she was followed by Tom Black, now and can gie her a gude doon-sitting."
frenzied with drink. The desperate girl had Jamie Brown !” exclaimed Mrs. Lindsay. contrived to elude him, and was determined to “Aye, Jamie Brown. I hope ye have nae trust the swollen waters rather than his tender faut to find
wi' him ; but I shouldná have telled, mercies when she hid beside the rapid millfor Bet and him want it keepit quate till he stream. comes back frae sea.” Jenny, when she said Andrew Lindsay soon heard and responded this, knew perfectly well that she had another to Jenny's energetic call, and the family group listener in Nannie Lindsay, who was standing quickly found ways and means for Katie's
safe within the door, and had heard the unpleasant transit to the near bank and thence home, where, tale; but young as Nannie was, a proud womanly under her mother's careful and experienced instinct tempted her to say with a forced
laugh, nursing, a genial warmth soon glowed over her “Jenny, it's a benefit to the country side when nearly-benumbed frame.
Her adventure, as Bet tells you her secrets ; we get plenty of time I well as the ominous meeting in the churchyard,
tas then_discussed, and it was agreed that pared to obey; but Nannie was in too restless drunken Tom Black was to be forgiven for the à mood to sleep. She did not give Jenny credit sake of bis mother's friendliness, after which for a creating genius, and while she only half this God-fearing family knelt round the family believed her tale, she yet suspected that Jamie altar, full of gratitude and trust in their Almighty had been sufficiently inconstant to her to have Protector.
given Bet Black room to believe that he was Meanwhile, Jenny Black pursued her solitary attached to her; thus, though she courted way, a prey to bitter remorse. It is said that sleep in obedience to her father's commands, mothers are accountable for the characters of it was in vain, and the morning found her still the next generation, and Jenny instinctively wakeful, spiritless, and miserable. How would realised this truth as she thought of her child's her young heart have bounded had she known neglected childhood. A young soul had been that the handsonce young sailor, drawn by a committed to her guardianship, and she had straoge attraction, had returned that night, and allowed the dark shadow of evil to blight it. was at that moment smoking his pipe on the
moss-grown dyke beside the Blackrock cottage!
On the following morning, as Jamie was retracing his steps in the same direction, he unexpectedly met Bet Black, who was carrying
a basketful of delicacies from her kind-hearted CHAP. XX.
mistress to Miss Mertoun, and which I may say had been considerably lightened by the way.
“Eh, Jamie, lad !" she cried, “I am glad to “He saw his beloved one betwitching as when see you. Eh, man! I was just like to break my Fresh, fair, round, and lovely, she tripped down the heart when I heard that the ship ye were to sail glen,
in was leaky-ye'll surely never sail in it.” Her lip like the rose, and her neck like the lily,
Jamie laughed, and told her that the alarm Her tongue's ready taunt making suitors look silly had been false, and that he meant to return toit All suitors but him, and to him the sweet tongue, With accents of tenderness ever was strung."
that night by a small coasting vessel.
“Eh, man! I am sorry to hear that. I aye LOVER.
liket ye, Jamie, and I canna bide to hear ye are gaun again sae soon; and oh dear ! ye'll maybe
never come back again,” and Bet burst into 'Twas midnight, and through the single pane tears; then covering her face with her apron, of glass, now lovely with the quaint traceries of she continued to whimper, “If ye could only an icy pen, and deeply embedded in the roof of have waited till after Tam's wedding ; I ken be thatch, over which stray fairy-wands glittered wad like you to be his best man.' as if gemmed with diamonds, the moon “Aye,” inquired Jamie, “is Tam gaun to be softly shone on the cottar's daughters in their married ?" little attic room, with its homely though clean “Did the Lindsays no tell yer mother about and substantial furnishings. 'Twas then that it? But, to be sure, neither Tom nor Nannie Katie with burning blushes whispered her would like it, and folk are a' privileged to tell secret to her unsympathising sister, who in most lies about a marriage, ye ken.' emphatic terms disapproved of her choice, end “Do you mean to say that Nannie Lindsay ing her condemnatory criticisms with, “ Oh! is gaun to be married to Tom Black ?" Katie woman, dinna tak him. He's no gude. “Aye,” asserted Bet, “and glad to get him Oh Katie! I dinna like him."
too; but nae doot ye are surprised, for Nannie “And wha wants ye to like him, Nan? would fain hae a' the lads pooking at her as But, oh! Nannie, I like him-oh! sae weel ; lang as she can. It's no everybody that's sae and, Nannie, dearly does he like me too. I simple as mysel,” and Bet_glanced at Jamie could kiss the very ground beneath his feet." with infantine sweetness. The young sailor,
“Much he would think of yer clarty sel then !" however, knew Bet of old, and was well aware was Nannie's contemptuous rejoinder. “But that her words were true only as far as they there's ae comfort-my faither will never let ye suited her purpose; still the depths of his heart tak him.”
were stirred by the unexpected report, and he “For ocht ye ken,” retorted Katie. "But, would have enquired further, but Bet thought Nannie, ye say naething about Jamie Brown, she had said enough, and dashed into another and
subject. “Will'ye wheest?” impatiently interrupted her Man, Jamie, it's a great misfortune to ane's sister, turning from her. "I care nocht for sel to be tender-hearted. I have just been greetJamie Brown; ye may ask Bet Black about ing my een oot about Mr. Aiken's death; he him."
was a model of a man.” “What's you bairns clavering about?” cried The young
moistened, and his a voice from below. Say yer prayers and face flushed as he answered, Yes, I shall never gang to sleep."
forget him or his kind teachings. It's wonderThis order the dutiful girls immediately pre- ful how both good and bad praise him, and yet