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FROM AN ARTIST'S DIARY. 101
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painting Scandinavian * _, besides story , visions and winch of were pictures to be to symbolic be drawn of the direct great from and
universal " Battle of Life , " there floated into my mind the thought , that we of our have sp soldiers irit a , even proof in upon the of this Crimea this in earth the and undaunted , in asserts India its who courage immortality were and quickened endurance , and how by
the self-same dogged heroism , which animated , their old Scandinavian forefathers . summoned suddenl
Whilst thus meditating , I was y from my kitchen work to door speak . _" to Come an old down begg and ar who see the had old knocked fellow timidl , " exclaimed y at the
my summoner ; " he is marvellously picturesque , and has the very head In for the you raw to dampness paint as of King the November of Tirale , or morning as a Dy I ing foun * Viking dstandin !" g
, , without the door , a tall spectral old man with a crippled leg ; he was trembling all over with age and cold . He offered
cabbagenets and lucifer matches for sale . Nothing more _j _> overty-stricken and wan could well be imagined ; he looked so feeble and ghostly ,
that one felt as if the first rude winter's blast must blow him of away a altogether bluish- . His handkerchi liair , which efti hung htl from bound beneath over his the head folds gy ,
was silvery thin white , long green ; his , whole and white countenance delicatel as , snow arched bore . the His and stamp beard fin of el , a also chiselled singular , was refinementhis nose was y
the in and strange yellow his deep ; tints contrast ly-set and eye with texture s g the leamed of hollowness old with parchment y a keen of , his . and These cheek clear s strange , which brilliancy eyes had , ,
were as the eyes of a youth gleaming forth from the sockets of an J aged arl veteran Shvard . Macbeth " Such ' s a countenance _opjDonent , have truly , had " thoug ; he ht whose I , " must dying _^
words Henry , of Huntington has chronicled ; " and out of respect bade for the the memory beggar of enter the old and Jarl warm , and himself of his by heroic the blazing dying words kitchen , I
fire . " And how , " asked I , " did you injure your leg ?" African coasthe lied cc
" ThatMisswas off the , " rep ; my leg was " You shattered , were by a , sailor a shell , then . " ? " I remarked , still thinking of the old
Scandinavan sea-kings . long " Yes years , " he ; had said foug ; had "he ht under been had been in Nelson ten both fierce and sailor Wellington and soldier ; was for had ei many g been
htyin two the years battle of of age the ; Baltic , the battle of the engagement Nile , and at s ; Trafalgar ; had been close to Nelson when he fell ; had been wounded by horrible
bayonet , by shell , and by musket ; had . faced death in form And s as by the sea old and warrior by land , spoke and , yet his death stran had ge eye not g vanquished leamed yet him more . "
brightly , and his voice became strong and clear . The soul of
From An Artist's Diary. 101
FROM AN ARTIST ' S DIARY . 101
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1862, page 101, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041862/page/29/
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