tisfied; I  not to drater to attack tre, taking t prominences first, proceeding from to t of all. Is not ter of ture, Nature! , after all, too muco a negation. I s about my ;

    t;I   for ten years, young man; but en s years in a struggle ure? Do  tatue t came to life?quot; to deep musings, and gazed before h his knife.

    quot;Look, ion ; murmured Porbus.

    At t able accession of artists curiosity. For  once intent and inert, tastic spirit living in a mysterious less vague ts a of tion upon e longing a recalls  of t ted to display for t efforts of art, of o erious picture, tience on , less a iful even beside Mabuses quot;Adamquot;--taking t. Everyto set ts of ure.

    Out of tural being a complete type of tist nature, a nature mocking and kindly, barren and prolific, an erratic spirit intrusted  and manifold poen abuses, leading sober reason, tine, and sometimes even teur forto a stony e-. For Poussin, t, transfigured, and became Art incarnate, Art s mysteries, its ve passion and its dreams.

    quot;Yes, my dear Porbus,quot; Freninued, quot;o I lines of perfect beauty, tions--A; ;time, for en, only to find ttered gleams of y o be, Nature gro and divine, t last, I  I possess.... Nay, Beauty divine, I o seek to t to bring back t from among t;

    quot;e can go no; said Porbus to Poussin. quot;;

    quot;Let us go to udio,quot; said young Poussin, ly.

    quot;Oakes care t no one ser it. reasures are so carefully guarded t it is impossible for us to