Atwood Hammond High School - Post Yearbook (Atwood, IL)

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genius, it is not in order that this soul may be consumed in solitude, but that it may fultil its sublime missiotn of illuminating the souls of other men. Tell me the name of the monastery in which this great artist is hiding, and I will go to seek him and return him to the world. Oh! what lame I expect for him! “Hut . . . and if lie refuses? asked the Prior timidly. If he refuses, I will go to the Pope, with whose friendship 1 am honored, and the Pope will convince him better than I. The Pope! exclaimed the Prior. “Yes, father: the Pope. repeated Rubens. Be assured that I would not tell you the name of this painter even if I remembered it! Know that I will not tell you in what monastery he has taken refuge! Very well, father: the King and the Pope will force you to tell it, replied Rubens exasperated. ”1 will see to the matter myself. Oh! you shall not do it!” exclaimed the monk. You would do great wrong. Take away the picture, if you wish, but leave him in j»eace who lias found rest. I speak to you in the name of God. I knew, 1 loved, I consoled. 1 redeemed. 1 saved from the waves of passion and misfortune, shipwrecked and dying, this great man, as you say, this blind unfortunate mortal, as I call him. Yesterday he had forgotten God and himself; today he is near the supreme happiness -glory. Do you know anything better than that for which he is striving? With what right do vou wish to revive in his soul the fatuous fires of earthly vanities, when in his heart burns the inextinguishable liaine of charity? Do you believe that this man, before leaving the world, before renouncing richts, fame, power, youth, love, all that makes mortals vain, did not undergo a fierce struggle with bis heart? Can you uot guess the disappointment and bitterness that he experienced with the knowledge of the falseness of tilings human? And do you wish to bring him back to the struggle when he has already conquered? - But this is to renounce immortality! cried Rubens. It is to aspire to it. “And with what right do you interpose yourself between this man and the world? Let him speak and he shall d icide.” I do it with the right of an elder brother, of a master, of a father, all of which I atn. for him. I do it iu the name of God, I repeat. Respect him ... for the good of your soul. Thus speaking tlie monk covered his head with his hood and went away. “Let us go, said Rubens. I know what I have to do. Master, exclaimed one of the pupils, who, during the conversation, had been studying alternately the canvas and the monk, ‘do you not believe, as I do, that this old mouk resembles very much the young man who is dying in that picture? “Ah! it is true! exclaimed all. Take away the wrinkles and the beard and the thirty years that this picture shows, and you will see that the master was right when he said that this dead monk was at ouce the portrait and the work of a living monk. And now may I perish, if this living monk is not the Father Prior! In the meantime, Rubens, gloomy, shamed and deeply moved, watched the retreating figure of the old man who saluted him, before disappearing, by crossing bis arms over his breast. Yes ... it was he, stammered the artist. Let us go, lie added, turning to his pupils. That man was right. His glory is worth more than mine. Let him die in peace. And giving a last look at the canvas that had so greatly moved him, he left the church and directed his steps toward the palace where he was honored by a place at Their Majesties’ table. Three days later, Rubens returned entirely alone to the humble chapel, still desirous of contemplating the marvelous picture and even of speaking again with its presumed painter. But the painting was no longer in its place. Instead he found in the principle nave of the church a funeral bier placed on the ground and surrounded by all the brotherhood, who were celebrating the requiem mass, lie approached to look at the face of the dead man and saw that it was the Father Prior. “He was a great painter. said Rubens, as soon as surprise and grief had given place to other sentiments. “Now it is that he most resembles his work.

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