Cathie gave him no time for a second. "Look at the dear little boy, Mr. Arling; do look at him!" she exclaimed, joining her hands over her head, and executing a rapturous pas seul around the object of her delight. "See his cunning little whip, and his funny little feet, and isn't he a little white darling!"
Thus besought5, Bergan turned his attention to the statue in the midst.
At first sight, it seemed to represent merely a pretty and playful human child, with a toy-whip in his hand, his head half-turned over one shoulder, and an arch and roguish expression, as if bent6 on some errand of mischief7. But, while Bergan continued to gaze, fascinated, the small physiognomy seemed to grow wily and malign8, as well as arch; and an intelligence, far more swift and subtle than ever infant of mortal race was gifted withal, informed the tiny features. The light feet, too, were plainly moved by deliberate purpose of guile9, rather than childish impulse; and on their soles, broad sinuate leaves were bound, either for protection or disguise.
Bergan looked at the figure long and earnestly, enjoying its delicate freshness and piquancy10, but trying in vain to fathom11 its meaning.
"What will-o'-the-wisp is it?" he finally asked. "And what is he doing, with his soft cunning and smiling malice12?"
"He is a god," replied Astra. "As to his errand, it is the laudable one of cattle-stealing."
"It seems to be a case of very early depravity," said Bergan, smiling, yet puzzled.
"Early enough to be termed 'original sin,'" returned Astra. "For
'The babe was born at the first peep of day * *
And the same evening did he steal away
Apollo's herds14.'—
Did you ever read Homer's 'Hymn15 to Mercury?'"
"Never. Indeed, I am not quite sure that I ever heard of it," replied Bergan. "Is it usually counted among his works?"
"I think so; though it is fair to say that his authorship of it has been questioned. At any rate, Shelley has put it into very musical English verse; and there I found my subject. The circumstances of Mercury's birth being first narrated16, the newborn immortal17 is described as 'a babe all other babes excelling,' and also a subtle schemer and thief. He first invents the lyre, and accompanies his own impromptu18 song of 'plastic verse,' with it; then he is 'seized with a sudden fancy for fresh meat,' and betakes himself to the Pierian mountains, where Apollo's 'immortal oxen' are feeding. Separating fifty from the herd13,
'He drove them wandering o'er the sandy way,
But, being ever mindful of his craft,—'
that is to say, his inborn19 guile,—
'Backward and forward drove he them astray,
So that the tracks, which seemed before, were aft:
His sandals then he threw to the ocean-spray,
And for each foot he wrought20 a kind of raft
Of tamarisk and tamarisk-like twigs,'"—
"I see," said Bergan, smiling. "The consummate21 little rogue22!"
Astra went on:—
"'And on his feet he bound these sandals light,
The trail of whose wide leaves might not betray
His track; and then, a self-sufficing wight, * *
He from Pieria's mountain bent his flight,—'
driving the stolen cattle before him, of course. And this is the moment at which I have sought to represent him."
"And very perfectly23 you have succeeded," said Bergan, admiringly. "The arch cunning and malice of the face is simply wonderful. Indeed, it seems to me that the statue lacks but one thing."
"And what is that?" said Astra, quickly; at the same time flashing a swift, searching glance at her work, as if she would fain have anticipated the criticism.
"It does not tell how the story ended."
"Oh!" said Astra, looking both relieved and amused. "I am glad that you did not keep me waiting so long as Michael Angelo did poor Domenico."
"How long was that, pray?"
"You shall hear. Domenico Ghirlandaio, a celebrated24 Florentine painter, having completed a picture of St. Francis, upon which he had exhausted25 his utmost skill, and which seemed to him to be perfect, sent for a young artist of great promise, Buonarotti by name, (who had also been his pupil), and asked for his opinion of the work. The young man contemplated26 it for some moments, said gravely, 'It needs but one thing,' and departed. The master remained, to study the picture anew, to pore over it hour after hour, and day after day, and rack his brain with the question what it needed. Years after, when Buonarotti had become Michael Angelo, and filled the world with his fame, Domenico sent for him to come to his death-chamber. 'What did the picture need?' he asked, faintly. 'Only speech,' replied Michael Angelo. The old master smiled,—and died."
"It is a touching27 story," said Bergan. "And it is almost an allegory, too. For 'only speech' is so often the great need of life! All our deepest feeling and best thought are inarticulate. But am I to be indulged with the rest of this story, also?" he added, turning again to the statue.
"I will give it you in brief," replied Astra, "by way of whetting28 your appetite for the richer savors30 of the poem itself. Having driven his stolen cattle to Alpheus, the infant god selected two fat heifers for sacrifice. And here, it seems to me, is one of the finest touches in the whole poem. After kindling31 his fire, slaying32 his heifers, and offering a portion to each of the twelve gods,
——'his mind became aware
Of all the joys that in religion are.
For the sweet savor29 of the roasted meat
Tempted33 him, though immortal. Nathless
He checked his haughty34 will and did not eat,
Though what it cost him words can scarce express.'
Here, you see, is real self-denial and self-conquest,—for the sake of making an acceptable sacrifice,—and their deep after delight."
"If the offering had been less ill-gotten," remarked Bergan, somewhat dryly, "I think the 'touch' would have been still finer."
"I confess that I had forgotten all about that," said Astra, laughing, "in my admiration35 of the infant god's mastery over himself. Still, we cannot expect to find the purity of the Gospel standard of life in the heathen mythology36; we can but be thankful for the gleams of Divine light here and there irradiating it, since a whole people long lived and died under its sanction. But, at this rate, my story will never end! The baby god next proceeded to remove every trace of his holocaust37, working all night 'in the serene38 moonshine.' Then, at break of day, he betook himself to his natal39 cavern40, crept quickly to his cradle, pulled his 'ambrosial41 swaddling clothes about him,' and put on a soft semblance42 of new-born innocence43. In due time, Apollo, having discovered the loss of his cattle, and suspecting who was the rogue, came to the cavern, found the 'subtle, swindling baby,' lying 'swathed in his sly wiles44,' and taxed him with the theft. At once, the young 'god of lies' shows forth45 his character. He stoutly47 denies all knowledge of the mischief; he pathetically declares,—
'I am but a little newborn thing,
Who yet, at least, can think of nothing wrong;
My business is to suck and sleep and fling
The cradle-clothes about me all day long,—
Or, half-asleep, hear my sweet mother sing,—
And to be washed in water clean and warm,
And hushed and kissed and kept secure from harm;—'
and, finally, he swears that he does not even know 'whatever things cows are!' However, Apollo turns a deaf ear to all his wiles and pleadings, and compels him to go before Jupiter; who laughs to hear his plausible48 account of himself,—'and every word a lie,'—but finally bids him show Apollo where he has hidden the stolen cattle. This he does, 'nothing loath,' and finally subdues49 the sun-god
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Of winning music, to his mightier50 will:
. . . . . sweet as love,
The penetrating51 notes did live and move
Within the heart of great Apollo: he
Listened with all his soul, and laughed for pleasure.'
"And here we may as well leave them. For the rest of the story,—as well as for many pleasant pictures and nice touches, of which my abstract gives no hint,—you should go to the poem itself."
"I shall be sure to do so," said Bergan, "with this arch, airy little figure to lead the way. But it should be in marble, it seems to me, rather than in plaster."
Astra smiled gravely. "For that, a patron—or, at least, a purchaser—is needed. Marble is expensive as well as indestructible; few artists can afford to put their works into its safe keeping, without help. And perhaps it is as well that such is the case, else Posterity52 would never be able to bear the stony53 accumulation that would be heaped on its back."
"I think I can venture to promise that it would never feel this airy creation to be a burden," said Bergan, earnestly.
"I hope not. But my little Mercury is still my youngest darling, and I feel all a mother's partiality for it; I have no eyes for its faults. When the inevitable54 time of disenchantment comes, and I am able to see it as it is, I can better tell whether I care to commit it to the white immortality55 of marble."
She continued to gaze at the statue for some moments with fond, dreamy, wistful eyes,—-just as a mother might regard her newborn infant. Bergan felt a slight pang56 in beholding57 this nearness of the work to its author, this strong, tender, indissoluble bond between the two. Would ever any work of his—any brief, or plea—come from such a warm depth of his heart, and embody59 so much of his life? A poet, a musician even, might know something of this deep gladness of creation; but a lawyer, a judge, dealing with dry reason and dusty legal enactments,—was there any such joy in his work for him?
Leaving the question unanswered,—as he must needs do, until time and experience should come, to his help,—Bergan turned anew to the contemplation of the Mercury; which seemed to grow in beauty and power, as he continued to look. It would be hard to say how much of this pleasurable effect was due to the inherent charm of the work, and how much to the spell shed from the rapt face and softly illuminated60 eyes of the artist. Many a work that we look upon but coldly, would quickly find its way to our hearts, if we knew enough of its history and its author, to give us the clue to its subtler spirit and aim; while those which we love without such knowledge, would, by its help, be transfigured—glorified. If we could stand with Michael Angelo before his "Moses," or with Guido before his triumphant61 "Archangel," what new lights of interpretation62 would be lit for us at the eyes and lips of those great masters!
Nor must it be said that the spectator may be dazzled by the artist's enthusiasm into awarding the work higher praise than a cooler judgment63 would sanction. For just here lies the truth which is too often overlooked in criticism, both of literature and art. If the critic be not in sympathy with the worker,—if he do not, in some measure, behold58 the work through his eyes,—if he cannot discern what was attempted as well as what is attained,—then his eyes will be partially64 holden both from the beauties and the faults of the work. For nothing, in life or art, was meant to be looked at by itself. Everything is related to something else; each helps all. The moment wherein the spectator's mood and the artist's work make sweet harmony, is the moment of correct appreciation65.
If Bergan did not understand what an illumination the presence of Miss Lyte threw over her work, he was fully66 conscious that her work shed a transfiguring light over her. The face under the whispering oak boughs67 was not the same as this in the studio. That had been simply bright and mobile, with a spice of espiéglerie; this was all alight and astir with genius. Miss Lyte's very hand partook of the transformation68. Bergan had happened to notice its symmetrical shape, as revealed by a careless gesture, at their first meeting; but he now decided69 that it was not so much its beauty which had attracted his attention, as a certain peculiarity70 of delicate energy and adroitness71, which ought of itself to have suggested its artistic72 skill.
Bergan's eye fell next on the pedestal of the Mercury, improvised73 by turning up on end the packing-box in which it had arrived. The lid lay on the floor, in two pieces, and was surmounted74 by a sturdy-looking hammer and chisel75. Bergan's glance went back to that slender hand, with an unconscious question in it; which Astra was quick to understand.
"Why not?" said she, with a smile. "Of course, I might have called in old Cato to open the box; but he would have done it so slowly and awkwardly that I should have suffered tortures in watching him; it was easier to do it myself. To be sure," she went on, taking up the hammer and chisel, "these are not quite so fit for a lady's hands as the lighter76 and slenderer implements77 that I use in modelling; but I like them well, nevertheless. It would go hard with me, here in this quiet country town, away from all aids and appliances of art, if I were not on very good terms with purely78 mechanical labor79. I made the mould, from which that cast was taken, myself;"—she pointed80 to the Mercury.
Bergan looked as if he scarcely understood.
"I suppose you are aware," pursued Astra, "that the word 'sculptor81' is a misnomer82, nowadays. The real sculpture—that is the marble-cutting—except a few finishing touches, is done by artisans skilled in that work. The plaster casts are made by regular casters, from moulds taken from clay models. These last, only, are the work of the artist throughout,—shaped by his fingers, and informed by his thought. See! here is the raw material of my work!"
She pointed to a large triangular83 box, in one corner of her closet, filled with fine, moist clay. She even leaned over it, and inhaled84 its earthy odor, with a kind of affection.
Bergan also looked into it so long, so silently, and with so meditative85 an aspect, that Miss Lyte finally interrupted the flow of his thoughts with a question as to their character.
"I was thinking," replied he, "of the many differing shapes,—lovely, grand, sorrowful, joyous86, winning, repulsive,—that might be lurking87 within your tub. And I was wondering which of them you would next call forth."
"Think, rather," said Astra, smiling, "of all the shapes that I have sent into it."
"You do not mean to say that you use the same clay over again," exclaimed Bergan, in surprise.
"Certainly, I do. It loses none of its adaptability88 by use. In that tub is the original clay of everything that you see in my studio,—all the busts, statues, and reliefs, that I have ever done, or tried to do,—all my successes, and all my failures;—every one of them has gone into that tub, even as it came out of it."
"Creation and death!" exclaimed Bergan. "'Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return.' It is a world in miniature!"
"And does it not also show that there is nothing new under the sun?" said Astra. "It is always the old material in new shapes, the old thought in new phraseology, the old human nature in new conditions, even the old particles of disintegrated89 human bodies in new organisms."
"And yet," remarked Bergan, musingly90, "the spirit, the idea, that informed those bodies, and gave them identity, is not lost, as your Mercury shows plainly. The being that you have created lives, and glows with all his proper warmth and fire, even though his original substance has not only returned whence it came, but has helped to frame an entirely91 different being."
"The natural body and the spiritual body," returned Astra. "Not that the two processes are really analogous,—I do not mean that,—but one naturally suggests the other to the mind. And, seeing how I am thus able to accomplish a kind of resurrection, in a way that I understand, I do not find it difficult to believe that the Almighty92 can do it, in a way that I do not understand, and far more perfectly,—retaining not only the indwelling spirit, but enough of the individual clay to justify93 Job's saying, 'In my flesh I shall see God.'"
The thought kept them both silent, for a moment; then Bergan turned to see what else of interest was to be found in the studio.
The completed works were not many; Miss Lyte was still too young to have made a large accumulation of such things. There was a bust2, with a very sweet and noble expression, wherein she had embodied94 her recollections of a fellow student in art. There was a half-sleepy, half-ashamed boy-face, looking out from under the shadow of a drooping95 hat, representing "Little Boy Blue," of nursery fame. There was a winged cherub96, with an exceedingly lovely, innocent face,—a very incarnation of celestial97 joy and peace. In relief, there was a stout46 urchin98, ankle-deep in water, laden99 with pond-lilies, and looking for more. Finally, there were innumerable studies, sketches100, and designs, with all the warmth and freshness of the original inspiration lingering about them; which interested Bergan scarcely less than the finished work, as admitting him still more freely into the arcana of the artist's mind and method.
He was especially interested to observe in how many directions the genius of Miss Lyte had tried its wing. There were studies, and even finished pictures, in oil and in crayon; there was an exquisitely-cut cameo, fastened on a background of velvet102; there were designs for stained-glass windows; and in all, there was a curious medley103 of subjects,—scriptural, mythological104, historical, domestic, and still-life. It was plain that she had been slowly feeling her way to some point, where she could take her final stand, and see her life-work lying clear and fair before her. Had she found it? Looking at the Mercury, Bergan could almost believe that she had; but, glancing again at her deep, wistful eyes, he doubted it. A little more time, a profounder and wider experience, would settle her genius, fix her aims, and make her capable of things far higher than aught that she had yet achieved.
Meanwhile, never, he thought, was anything quite so inspiriting as her conversation. As she went with him from statue to statue, and sketch101 to sketch, talking frankly105 of her difficulties and struggles, her failures and successes, her aims and aspirations,—now dropping a fertile suggestion, now pointing out a subtile analogy, now giving the key-note to some elevating strain of thought,—she seemed to radiate energy, and exhale106 inspiration. Listening to her, Bergan's depression and discouragement vanished like mists before the sunshine. When he went back to his studio, it was with new strength and courage and ambition. Somehow, life had ceased to look unsympathizing, and success remote.
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