Woman's work. (Athens, Georgia) 1887-1???, May 01, 1888, Image 4
THE WATERED LILIES.
The Master stood in His garden
Among the lilies fair,
Which his own right hand had planted
And trained with tenderest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms
And marked with observant eye
That His flowers were sadly drooping,
For the leaves were parched and dry.
“ My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“ Wherein shall I draw it for them
And raise each drooping head ? ”
Close to his feet on the pathway
Empty and frail and small
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed of no use-at all.
But the Master saw and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled as He gently whispered,
This shall do My work to-day.”
It is but an earthen vessel,
But it lay so close to me;
It is small, but it is empty,
And that is all it needs to be.”
So to the fount He took it
And filled it to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!
He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.
He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again,
And the Master saw with pleasure
That His labor was not in vain.
His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers,
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.
And to itself it whispered
As He laid it aside once more:
“Still, while I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.
“ Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again.
Jfcihntfars mtir JIrL
GENIE ORCHARD.
NOTES.
the term
Janvier “in speaking of plaques; the 1 Tench
decorators refer only to perfectly flat or
slightly curved surfaces of any shape, and
without a bottom rim or base.” The
Crockery and Glass Journal discussing this
matter recently, justly remarked that this
excludes all porcelain from the definition,
as only faience or earthen ware can be
fired without the rim or foot to which he
refers. But, as is often the case, the jour
nal says, the term “plaque” is a misnomer,
or rather, a designation used properly at
rst,but afterward corrupted by inaccurate
usage to apply to an article of a quite dif
ferent kind. Its literal meaning is a thin
plate or slab of metal, and the verb means
to veneer or to plate, as silver plating and
the like, so that the term “ plaque ” can
only be properly applied to articles in
metal stamped or hammered into shape.
Common usage, however, sanctions its em
ployment to describe all kinds ornamental
articles formed from either metal or pottery
designed to be hung against the wall for
the adornment of the room.
Silver sharps in France have been flood
ing Paris with counterfeits of old French
plate, and it has just been discovered that
the bogus goods are ordinary modern plate
when made in Germany, and, after being
imported as such, have the old Paris mark
put on them and are fixed up to look like
the real old goods. Five men in this busi
ness have been fined from S2OO to S6OO
each.
It is no uncommon thing in Japan to
find artists and artisans working rapidly
with both hands at the same time, and
some paint with their feet with equal fa
cility. Os course, there are many left
handed persons in Caucasian countries;
but it is rare indeed to find a European
artist working with his feet in Japanese
fashion. M. Ch. Fellu, of Antwerp, does
it. He has no hands, and seems to get
on pretty comfortably without them. A
correspondent of Society, a London journal,
saw him at work recently in the Museum,
“ making- a copy,- and a very good one, too,
of Franz Hals’ picture of ‘The Fisherboy
of Haarlem.’ M. Fellu holds his palette
and mahlstick with his left foot resting on
a little low table, while with his right foot
supported on the mahlstick, he firmly and
apparently easily enough grasps the brush
with which he works. He seems to possess
great power and nicety of touch with his
toes; no doubt they are as sensitive as our
fingers.”
“ The Decorative Treatment of Chil
dren,” is the amusing topic of a writer in
the London World. He divides them into
(1) Reynolds children, (2) Italian children,
(3) grotesque children. There is no type,
he thinks, “so admirably harmonious, so
entirely right in an [esthetic English home”
as the first-named class. Indeed, he goes
so far as to say that “if ar.y parents were
so blest as to have a whole family of Rey
nolds children they would be justified in
refurnishing, in moving, nay, in building
a house which should be a fit casket to hold
so precious a possession.” Their large
round eyes, if blue, would carry out the
sentiment of the china on the walls, “ de
liciously repeating the hue of the Oriental
plates; if hazel, the lustrous warmth of
the lacquer trays.” Os course Reynolds
children must wear white frocks with
broad sashes, red shoes and coral beads;
with mob-caps for the girls, unless the
room is too revoltingly Philistine. But
mere dressing, of course, will not make a
Reynolds child. Demeanor is an essential
element of success. The skipping-rope and
other airy and graceful exercises are ad
missible for the Reynolds child, and gen
tle play with a dog may be encouraged.
The Italian child is darker, dreamier,
less lyric, and more tragic than the Rey
nolds child. It may degenerate into the
grotesque, but its great point is that it re
mains decorative. For this type, we are
reminded, “ drapery is what is needed,
softness, amplitude. No bows or ribbons,
or frippery—-they are out of plaoo ••
should interfere with the sense of'
subdued intensity; hair in heavy plaits for
a girl, or a long flowing roll—not curls—
for a boy, and any amount of elaborate
needlework.” It is to be further noted
that the Italian child is the only type that
admits of really gorgeous treatment. The
grotesque child is difficult to treat, and
involves an elaborate psychical study of
character: “ Mere color, mere form are
still all-important, as bearing on the gen
eral harmony, but there will be subtle dis
harmonies in the child itself, which must
be obliterated or reconciled.”
SNOW BALLS.
A beautiful design for the panel is the
snow ball, and may be treated in the fol
lowing manner:
The mode of treatment in oil-colors is as
follows: Sketch the design carefully in
outline with charcoal or lead-pencil. If a
back-ground of color is desired a warm
gray, shaded down to brown, would look
well. For this, mix white, black, vermil
ion and a little blue of any kind. Begin
at the left hand corner with the lightest
tint of this mixture. Make your strokes
from left to right, not directly slanting,
but in a short curved slant. These strokes
will give an atmospheric effect to the back
ground. Work close to the outline but not
so close as to lose it. Put in darker shades
of your background color on the right
hand of the snow-ball and darker still
beneath the flowers, leaves and stem, but
at the very bottom use a lighter tint.
Paint the snow-balls (the whole flower) a
yellow-green gray. When nearly or quite
dry, each little flower can be separately
done with white tinged slightly with lemon
yellow. Make the yellow-green gray,
with lemon-yellow, black and cobalt. Do
not put pure white in the high lights, but
give a creamy effect by the addition of
lemon-yellow. For the under sides of the
turned up leaves, use terre-verte white
and lemon-yellow, just enough of the latter
t® take off the blue tinge. Paint
the upper leaf to the right and the
second leaf to the left, with zinober green
No. 1 shaded with zinober No. 2 and In
dian yellow, chrome green No. 3, or indigo
added. The other leaves can be painted
and shaded with the same colors except
zinober No. 1. Do not leave dark lines of
color for the veins of the leaves; indicate
these rather by the shading. The stem is
also green, the high lights in zinober No.
1. If instead of the greens mentioned, you
have the chrome greens on your palette,
you can modify them by adding lemon
yellow, Indian yellow and deep cadmium.
Do not call the painting finished until you
have painted over the whole a second or
third time. To paint the same design in
mineral colors on china, proceed as follows:
Rub the surface of the china with a drop
or two of fat oil and a little turpentine on
the rag. Draw the design (only the out
line) with a lead pencil. Leave the white
of the china for the high lights on the
flower; for the shading use pearl gray No.
6, mixing yellow and a little black in the
darker parts. Keep it warm in tone. For
the greens use grass green No. 5, lightened
with mixing yellow and deepened with
emerald-stene green ; in the darkest parts
add dark green No. 7. Use a thin wash
of emerald-stone green and pearl gray No.
6 for the turned-up parts of the leaves.
When the color is quite dry, cut out the
shape of each separate petal with the yel
low gray mixture used before, and tinge
the whole flower with as thin a wash of
mixing yellow as you can put on. Com
pared with the china itself it must look
like cream yellow.
JOSEF HOFMANN.
What a wonder he is to be sure! A
very boy, delightfully child-like in all his
ways, apart from his musical precocity—
his room at the Windsor littered with toys,
fond of play and not over fond of study—
his gift certainly seems a direct inspiration.
It is discouraging to artists who have
grown grixy in the study of music, to see
this little chap in knickerbockers and turn
down collars, possessing instinctively all
they have labored years to acquire. He
hears for the first time a difficult composi
tion played by a scientific musician. He
listens as I have seen a mocking-bird
listen, with head a little on one side, and
bright, self-confident eye, to a strange
bird—canary or skylark, heard for the
first time—then when the piece is finished,
he skips light-heartedly to the piano and
plays it through in all its phrases with an
ease that seems simply miraculous. Os
course he does not give the full expression
of those meaning-laden compositions of
the masters. His wonderful mechanical
gift cannot grasp the soul of music, but
all its form is there tripping from his tiny
fingers, and only the artistic or musically
sensitive ear can detect or feel the
deficiency.
Josef composes too. He has composed,
it is claimed, fifty pieces of music, which
his mother has written. They are mostly
serious—bordering on sadness. One of
them, called “Les Launs” (Tears), is full
of plaintive sobbing cadences. Like the
boy poets, “he writes old.” Youth is
always in love with grief, because they
have, as yet, known only the poetic shadow:
“ Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My love, my life, my Genevieve.
She loves me best when most I sing
The songs that make her grieve.”
* •» *
But Josef Hofmann, after all, is not
such a marvel as Blind Tom. He has in
telligence and quick wit in other things
than music. He has had instruction. His
father, a skillful musician, has been his
teacher. His mother has musical talent
joined to a fine imagination. But Blind
Tom had no instruction. He could receive
none, for he was, and is, an idiot, incapable
of being taught. Yet he too, at young
Hofmann’s age, played difficult composi
tions after hearing them once. He repeated
upon his tin milk cup, all sounds that
came to his ear, as he sat in his wooden
cradle in the babies’ room, minded by a
superannuated “ maumer,” while his slave
mother worked in the field. One day,
when he could creep about the yard, he
had a thrilling sensation. He heard a
piano for the first time. The black, sight
less creature crawled toward the sound. It
came from the parlor*window of the big
house, the home of General Bethune, his
owner. He reached the window and sat
down under it, drinking in the sounds.
Every day, when he was put out in the
yard for the sake of the sun and that he
might amuse himself, the blind idiot made
directly for the parlor window and seated
himself on the ground beneath it. If no
music was played he cried and beat a
dolorous measure on his tin cup. One day,
while Miss Bethune was playing he found
his way into the house, creeping up the
steps and into the parlor. When she stopped
playing, the young lady heard a dissatisfied
grunt behind her, and turning round, saw
her black auditor, and good naturedly
began to play for him, while he sat motion
less on the carpet, like a small baboon
carved in ebony. This happened often.
One day the creature was alone in the
room. He could walk by this time, and he
found his way to the piano that his young
mistress had just left. He climbed upon the
stool and began to press the ivory keys—
began indeed to repeat the piece the young
lady had just left off playing. Imagine
the delight of the blind creature, whose
sole intelligent sensation was his passion
for music, when he found that he could
produce harmonious sounds upon something
so superior to his tin cup in. melody and
expression. Imagine, too, the amazement
of his young mistress, when she hurried
back to see who was playing, and found
the musician to be the blind slave boy,
always looked upon as an imbecile.
Imbecile he was and remains, in every
other respect, an enigma, unexplained to
the many skilled artists and crowned
heads of Europe, before whom he has
played.
Why should music alone—said to be the
most difficult art to acquire—occasionally
spring forth, seemingly full born as Pallas,
from the brain of some child or half-witted
creature ? Why does not some spontaneous
child artist give us an exact copy of
Michael Angelo’s “ Moses,” as this little
Josef produces for us a sonata of Beethoven ?
—Mary E. Bryan, in N. Y. Fashion Bazar.
WOMAN’S REAL LIFE.
Woman’s real life begins at marriage,
and for the woman the first step is renun
ciation. She must give up with a good
grace the exaggeration and romance of
love making. The warmest hearted and
most unselfish women soon learn to accept
quiet trust and the loyalty of a loving life
as the calmest and happiest condition, and
the men who are sensible enough to rely on
the good sense of such wives, sail around
and away from the gushing adorers
for true affection and comfortable tran
quillity. Just let a young wife remem
ber that her husband necessarily is under
a certain amount of bondage all day;
that his interests compel him to look pleas
ant under all circumstances, to offend none,
to say no hasty word, and she will see that
when he reaches his own fireside he wants
most of all to have this strain removed, to
be at ease; but he cannot be if he is afraid
of wounding his wife’s sensibilities by for
getting some outward or visible token of
his affection for her.
Besides, she pays him a poor compliment
in refusing to believe what he does not
continually assert; and by fretting for
what is unreasonable to desire, she deeply
wrongs herself, for
“A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seemed, thick, bereft of beauty.”
The flat pieces of iron shaped like the
letter S that are frequently seen on the
walls of old brick buildings are said to be
an ancient symbol of the sun. Their origin
may be traced back to Asia, where they
were in use in prehistoric time, and the
same sign was once employed on the official
seals of Sicily and the Isle of Man.