the metal pig-第3章

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fastened　with　a　string　to　its　head　and　tail；　to　keep　it　in　one

position。　The　truthfulness　and　life　in　this　picture　interested　every

one。　The　painter　was　said　to　be　a　young　Florentine；　who　had　been　found

in　the　streets；　when　a　child；　by　an　old　glovemaker；　who　had　brought

him　up。　The　boy　had　taught　himself　to　draw：　it　was　also　said　that　a

young　artist；　now　famous；　had　discovered　talent　in　the　child　just　as

he　was　about　to　be　sent　away　for　having　tied　up　madame's　favorite

little　dog；　and　using　it　as　a　model。　The　glovemaker's　boy　had　also

become　a　great　painter；　as　the　picture　proved；　but　the　larger

picture　by　its　side　was　a　still　greater　proof　of　his　talent。　It

represented　a　handsome　boy；　clothed　in　rags；　lying　asleep；　and　leaning

against　the　Metal　Pig　in　the　street　of　the　Porta　Rosa。　All　the

spectators　knew　the　spot　well。　The　child's　arms　were　round　the　neck　of

the　Pig；　and　he　was　in　a　deep　sleep。　The　lamp　before　the　picture　of

the　Madonna　threw　a　strong；　effective　light　on　the　pale；　delicate　face

of　the　child。　It　was　a　beautiful　picture。　A　large　gilt　frame

surrounded　it；　and　on　one　corner　of　the　frame　a　laurel　wreath　had　been

hung；　but　a　black　band；　twined　unseen　among　the　green　leaves；　and　a

streamer　of　crape；　hung　down　from　it；　for　within　the　last　few　days　the

young　artist　had…　died。





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