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the much discussed “Olympia” may claim kin- Perhaps the sacrifices I make for lightness and ship with Velasquez for truth of values, and brightness are too great, but these things are for largeness and simplicity of modeling, while the essence of landscape.” the best Monets rank with Daubigny's or, to go In 1824 some of his landscapes exhibited in farther back, with Constable's art in their self- Paris made a sensation. The French artists restraint and breadth, combined with fidelity“are struck by their vivacity and freshness, to nature.

things unknown to their own pictures - they While the movement is much in sympathy have made a stir and set the students in landwith the naturalistic movement in literature, scape to thinking. : : . The critics are angry yet I should rather insist on its resemblance to with the public foradmiring these pictures. They that brought on by Constable. In indepen- acknowledge the effect to be rich and powerful, dence of thought and intense love of nature, and that the whole has the look of nature and the in the treatment received from public and crit- color true and harmonious; but shall we admire ics, and in their immediate influence on the works so unusual for their excellencies alone younger painters of their day, there is a remark- what then is to become of the great Poussin ? able similarity between Constable and M. – and they caution the younger artists to beMonet. In Leslie's “ Life” Constable preaches ware of the seduction of these English works.”

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againt chic, then called bravura, "an attempt But a few years later the younger artists began to do something beyond the truth. Fashion to profit by Constable’s ideas, and the noble always had and always will have its day, but school of 1830 appeared, carrying the art of truth in all things only will last and can only landscape-painting another step in advance. have just claims on posterity.” “The world is It is not perhaps too soon to prophesy that full enough of what has been already done.” in the same manner the influence of M. Claude “My execution annoys the scholastic ones. Monet on the landscape art of the future will

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be strongly felt. Imitation can go but a little and values as we understand them to-day, so way, and is always without value, although its will the coming landscape-men use the impresappearance is no argument against the art imi- sionist discoveries of vibration and the possibiltated — witness M. Trouillebert. But as the ities of pure color, and, while careful to “hold young Frenchmen of 1830 profited by the ex- fast that which is good,” will go on to new ample of Constable, his discovery of breadth and delightful achievement.

Theodore Robinson.

TWO POEMS.

AN IMPULSE.

THI
THE silent little glen I often seek,

Moist, dark: a tiny rivulet runs through
The lush, wet grass, so small a silvery thread
That one might take it for a line of dew.
The trees have shut it in a sylvan room
Full of chill earthy scents. Diana might
Choose such a spot to don her huntress garb,
Or stretch her cold, chaste body there at night.
And yet to-day, thou thing of Eastern suns,
The very contrast of the place to thee
Made me look up, and through the undergrowth,
With the wild dream that thou hadst come to me!

MELODY.
W!
JHEN the land was white with moonlight, Now the land is white with winter,
And the air was sweet with May,

And dead Love laid away,
I was so glad that Love would last

I am so glad Life cannot last Forever and a day.

Forever and a day.

Anne Rectie Aldrich.

THE CHOSEN VALLEY. - V.

BY MARY HALLOCK FOOTE,

Author of “ The Led-Horse Claim," "John Bodewin's Testimony," etc.

WITH PICTURES BY THE AUTHOR.

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MARGARET had been able to choose presented herself with an appositeness which might have been called providential but for the drawback of a ten-monthsold baby. Margaret made light of the baby in comparison with the baby's dire alternative, a Chinaman; and the family assented. No one likes to think one's self so inhuman as to mind a baby. A baby, Margaret claimed, steadies a young woman and gives her ambition; she had seen a slender bit nursing mother go through the same work, and find time to rest and tidy herself, that "twa jaukin' hizzies wad be dallyin' with the lee lang day.” The young woman's husband was busy, like Job, getting his land in shape for the water, which had been promised by the follow

ing spring. "POLLY WAS SERVING A HOUSEKEEPER'S APPRENTICESHIP. It was several weeks before the admis

1 Copyright, 1892, by Mary Hallock Foote.

ENGRAVED BY C. STATE.

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sion crept out that the baby was getting oppres- cries came forlornly from his place of banishsive. They continued to give themselves credit ment in the woodshed, Dolly, unable to bear for the feelings proper to the baby and to Jenny, the appearance of heartlessness any longer, who was doing her best to combine her natural would rise to the rescue, and the meal would duties with those for which she was paid. The end distractedly for all. Dolly began secretly baby was a splendid, great, fair, brown-eyed to dislike the baby, almost to wish some reaboy baby; they were the ideal settler's wife and sonable fault could be found with Jenny as an child, the very people for whom the canal was excuse for terminating a relation so exposing building. All this made it harder to confess to all her own unsuspected weaknesses. It that so appropriate a connection was far from was humiliating to think how little Margaret comfortable. Dolly, who had entered with girl. would have made of this pother about a baby. ish enthusiasm into the scheme, had won Her hands would never have been too clean, Jenny's heart at the outset by hersweet, inviting nor her gowns too fresh and fine, to nurse him, ways with the baby, of whose position in the the young rascal, when his mother needed family the mother was naturally jealous; but relief. Dolly's success was her own undoing — the It was helplessly agreed, in the family, that baby screamed to go to her whenever he saw to send away Jenny for no fault but that she her in the distance. She had pleased him too was a mother would be too monstrous; but they well; she had rashly admitted him to her own were ripe for any desperate measure of relief. part of the house, far more attractive than the Jenny had a young sister, a lass of twelve, whom kitchen, and thereafter, short of downright for- it was now proposed to have up from town, to cible expulsion, he was not to be denied. He mind the baby, and betimes to help Jenny with could creep faster than a clock ticks, and as, her work. But wages, it proved, were no object in the summer weather, doors were left wide, to Jenny's parents compared with the loss of a the sound of his scuffling toes and his bubbles winter's schooling for their youngest daughter. and guggles of delight became a comic source They were a nomadic, tent-and-wagon family, of terror. She felt constrained to keep up her and therefore the more regardful of educational character, too ambitiously assumed. She sym- opportunities when they came in their way. pathized with Jenny, and tried dishonestly to In extremity, Dolly offered to remove the difpersuade her that the baby was no trouble to ficulty by herself undertaking to teach the lass; any one; and between specious protestations and so it was arranged. Two hours each day to the mother, tyrannous exactions on the part she gave to the sowing of seed on that wild and of the baby, and her own secret dismay, Dol- stony soil, and very profitable, on the whole, was ly's path became daily more complicated and the exercise — to the teacher. But Philip rearduous.

belled against these baffling and separating Philip despised the baby because it took up influences. The atmosphere of the household precious momerts of Dolly's time that he had was changed; it was no longer feudal and conformerly been abg to monopolize. Dunsmuir centrated. Other matters besides the work found all his autocratic habits trampled upon had started up with much intrusive bustle, and by that terrible, sunny-headed radical,who was Dolly was serving a housekeeper's apprenticealways underfoot when he was not in Dolly's ship instead of falling sweetly and securely in arms, or swinging by his mother's skirts, or love. pulling things off the kitchen table, or mixing On one of the evenings when Philip dined himself up in squalid fashion with the sacred in town chance presented him with an awkceremonies of dinner, or digging holes in the ward discovery. Alan had gone with a party flower-beds, or strewing the piazza floor with his of young girls to a play given by a traveling idols,— bits of coal or chicken-bones or mum- company. Philip was not much concerned for bled crusts of bread,-and leaving indispensable the lad's sentimental relations in these days, parts of his clothing about in conspicuous places, although the latter confessed to having returned to be hastily gotten rid of or futilely ignored. Antonia Vargas her bullet; the confession being The young settler had a habit of screaming at incident to his having had to borrow of Philip meal-times, occasions which seemed to excite to pay for mounting the same. He claimed to him and to remind him of his own infringed have sent it partly as a joke ; a trifle fervid in rights. Jenny would dash in and out with a the accompanying sentiment, possibly, but a flushed face and a high-strung manner, the ten- girl accustomed in her own language to the sion of her nerves increasing with the baby's metaphorical kissing of hands and feet could not notorious demands. In her brief disappear- be supposed to take umbrage at a word, though ances she would catch him up violently and strong. remove him farther and farther from his audi- He had cudgeled his wits for days, he said, ence in the dining room, scolding till both his and looked through stacks of books for a heart and her own were quite broken. When his text not exceeding in space one inch of engraver's small script; but nothing could he find heart. You would confess to the devil himself to the purpose of a wound but that stale bit if that were the only road to marriage with of Latin. Virtue would not go, of course, and Antonia." gratitude had sounded a trifle prudent. Such “I was a fool to venture back so soon; I should had been Alan's explanation, if sincere, and have waited till matters were quiet. But I died, Philip had no reason to doubt him.

Enrique, thinking of them together in that He was smoking at the window of his bed- cursed pit!” room in the wing opening on a grass court in “It was a meeting of your own contriving." rear of the house. On the kitchen porch below “I tell you it was not. Did I invite him Enrique was conversing with a shy figure lately to the cave? Once there, what could I do with

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known on the streets of the town as a peddler him? Set him free, and he would prattle of of tomales. She was a bent old woman with what he had seen, and they would hunt me a brown face, which she kept well hidden un- like a badger. Keep him with me? There was der the peaked hood of her invariable black not food enough for two. There was scant for shawl. Twice a week she brought tomales and one till Antonia should arrive, at the time apenchillalas to the house, and gossiped with pointed. The pity was that I had bowels and Enrique. Without paying much attention, he left him the key to the well, or that I did not caught the monotonous cadence of their voices, crack his skull a little harder when I threw him until a sentence distinguished itself, remarkable in the cave.” enough, coming from the vender of tomales. “A pity to spoil a better case than your own. Enrique had asked her a question, and this He has the face of the blessed St. Michael." was her answer:

The tomale-woman shook in her bundled “The Father says that I am still in sin; he rags like a sheaf of withered corn. Her words cannot give me absolution. I think it is merely were a choking growl. an excuse to put off my marriage with Antonia. “ Bah! the boy is not a madman like you. I am not worse than others that he should dis- He is not bitten to the soul.” Enrique spoke. tinguish against me."

“ Antonia may never have looked at him but “You are wrong to say that of the Father, in compassion, as the angels might, seeing Pacheco. He knows that confession such as the state she found him in. The keys of thy yours comes but from the lips, not from the cave were a candle to the blind. Had she been

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