International studio . Thinker of deep thoughts, hewer of glisten-ing Carrara, George Grey Barnard has setthese Cloisters upon Washington Heights,looking to the sunrise, as all altars do, andall orientations must, whatever star be theirsun. It is the star of Beauty that is in theascendant here. Travelling in the Languedoc,Mr. Barnard became interested in the ruinedmonastery of .St. Guilhem. Believing thatstone can never be lost, this lover of stone,this understander of the hearts of marbles,searched the country-side for lost capitals,broken key-stones, strayed statuar\, misplacedlancets, and,
International studio . Thinker of deep thoughts, hewer of glisten-ing Carrara, George Grey Barnard has setthese Cloisters upon Washington Heights,looking to the sunrise, as all altars do, andall orientations must, whatever star be theirsun. It is the star of Beauty that is in theascendant here. Travelling in the Languedoc,Mr. Barnard became interested in the ruinedmonastery of .St. Guilhem. Believing thatstone can never be lost, this lover of stone,this understander of the hearts of marbles,searched the country-side for lost capitals,broken key-stones, strayed statuar\, misplacedlancets, and, to shorten the story of a pil-grimage, found, in underbrush or under thesoil of the fields of the peasants, in their gar-dens, and under their thatched roofs, enoughof relics partially to restore and present as hisgift to France, the Monastery of St. Guilhemdu Desert, and at the same time to bring overfrom his purchases and discoveries the Clois-ters that he has reconstructed here. The The George Grey Barnard Cloisters. SCENIC FROM MASQUE outer arches he is still in process of reassem-bling. The interior does not make a facsimileof St. Guilhem, but is a sanctuary raised, inhis own gifted manner, for these gatheredtreasures. In addition to the relics from are those from St. Michel de Cuxaand from St. Martin du Canigou, in the ro-mantic Roussillon country, whence came theseancient twelfth century oaken doors, andwhere the Cloak of France had for its borderthe tinsel fringe of Spain. As we enter the grounds, we see high in theouter wall, near the inserted stations of theCross, the old monastery bell. If we pull thisby its suspended rope we hear the voice ofyesterday. Within the entrance, we are re-quested to ring the smaller bell on the The verger, himself not the least treas-ure of the Cloisters, will not let us enteruntil—for some moments after he has drawnthe curtain-veil of the centuries—we havestood under the mingled spell of arches,stained sunligh
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