Juvenile Instructor . f the landscape painter andthat of the sign painter. If both make a liv-ing and keep out of the poorhouse, we haveno occasion to worry about fine distinctionsand artistic sensibilities. Therefore the read-ers of this little sketch must, for the time atleast, get themselves into the Euiopean viewpoint; acquire the soul, the fine sensitiveness,the culture and refinement which belong toold civilizations and which permeate the veryatmosphere of the old world. The artist-father had chosen! Years hadpassed away and the little Karl was grownto be a rollicking, lively, intelligen
Juvenile Instructor . f the landscape painter andthat of the sign painter. If both make a liv-ing and keep out of the poorhouse, we haveno occasion to worry about fine distinctionsand artistic sensibilities. Therefore the read-ers of this little sketch must, for the time atleast, get themselves into the Euiopean viewpoint; acquire the soul, the fine sensitiveness,the culture and refinement which belong toold civilizations and which permeate the veryatmosphere of the old world. The artist-father had chosen! Years hadpassed away and the little Karl was grownto be a rollicking, lively, intelligent boy withthe sensitive artist soul of the father and thecapable, active temperament of the saw his father go, day after day, to hiswork, with the look in his eyes of one whohas dwelt upon the Mount for a time yet wasnow compelled to come down and mingle withthe clamorous multitude. Sometimes in his rambles with the dearlyloved father, they would meet with an oldfriend, an artist, and the conversation turned. THE artists youthful EFFORT. often upon art in a manner far beyond theunderstanding of the boy. These encounters always puzzled the littleKarl, and one day he asked his father for anexplanation of some points in those conver-sations. For answer, the father led the boy into thedrawing-room of their comfortable home,and, pausing before a picture of still-life. wonderful in its conception and execution, hesaid: My boy, look upon this picture. Ipainted it when I was nineteen years old; itgot the first prize at the royal exhibition inthat year. The very faults in it show me theaspirations I entertained in those days toreach up to great heights in my art. All ofthese I might have attained in some measureif I had not been compelled too early in life 604 THE JUVENILE INSTRUCTOR. to work for pay. My son,» he concluded hishomily, always try to become a master-work-man in whatever you may choose to be, anddont be a scrub in it. A shoemaker shouldlearn to make boots himself
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