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pleasing manners, old Cornelius Schut who will have a husband of her own took a pleasure in walking abroad with choosing, and no other," Teniers, meether. Sometimes they visited the studios ing Rubens soon after, asked him in like of Rubens and Van Baelen, who were also manner, “What was the best thing to be her guardians ; sometimes the court of the done to please a young maiden ?" archduke; at other times, they spent the “Make her a flattering portrait," replied day in the country, or in making an ex- | the great painter. cursion by water. One day, as they were “O that I had your genius!" exclaimed walking in the archduke's gallery, and her Teniers ; “I would make my portraiteren guardian was pointing out to her the more beautiful than Anne Brenghel." famous picture of Hymen, Teniers hap- “ If it is Anne Breughel you are thinkpened to come in. After some remarks ing of,” replied Rubens, "go to our grave upon the weather, poetry, and painting, friend Van Baelen: he will tell you, like Teniers said to the young maiden: an old philosopher who has subdued the “Would mademoiselle like to pass the passions of man's nature, what is best to
be done in such a case." Teniers went “ Yes," she replied, perhaps without directly to the house of the old painter : reflecting,
| he found him painting, upon copper, a copy “I take you at your word,” said Teniers, of his great work, “ St. John preaching offering her his hand. Anne Breughel in the Desert.” Teniers had seen the blushed, and refused to pass. Cornelius original often in the palace of the archSchut treated the matter rather as a poet duke. He came at once to the object of than a guardian.
his visit. “What is the best thing to be “Why should you object ?" said ho, | done to please a young maiden ?" smiling.
“Love her sincerely," replied Von “What would be the advantage," she Baelen. replied, somewhat emboldened, “ since “ You are perhaps right; and yet I once on the other side the picture changes adore Anne Breughel, who, I imagine, is in color and effect ?"
| not in the least affected by my passion." “ For you and me, never !” exclaimed The three guardians interrogated their the young painter gallantly. “Or, rather, ward in turn. She had not forgotten DaI promise you to recross the fatal step vid Teniers. It turned out that Van Baelen immediately.” At that critical moment, had spoken more wisely than his colsome strangers happened to come in. leagues. The three took counsel together: Teniers saluted his friends respectfully, they weighed in the balance the talent of and withdrew, already in love with the Teniers and the fortune of Anne Breughel young girl. The next day, after some the mind of the one, and the beauty of hesitation, he entered the studio of the other. After some debate, they deCornelius Schut, who was painting some cided for the marriage. The young pair camellias in a garland of flowers.
were brought together at a supper at the “ Master Cornelius," said Teniers, | house of Rubens, who, as well as his “will you tell me what is the best thing guests, amused himself with observing to be done to please a young maiden?” | their mutual embarrassment. At the des
“ Write her some verses," said the poet. sert, they told Teniers that they had " So you are in love, eh?”
invited him as a witness to the mar“ To desperation to the point, in fact, riage contract of Anne Breughel, in his that the archduke says I have lost my character of a disciple of her grandfather, senses."
old Peter Breughel. Soon afterward, “And with whom, Master David Ten the notary presented himself very gravely: iers !"
a space was cleared for him at the end “Do you not guess ?" replied the cun- of the table. He unrolled the parchment, ning young artist. " Ah, if I could write mended his pen, and prepared to read the verses like yours !"
marriage-contract of the future partners. “ I am not master of the hand of Anne Young David no longer doubted his hapBreughel," said Schut, divining the object | piness. of his passion. “She has two other ! This marriage-contract, still preserved guardians - Rubens and Van Baelen. in the archives of the city of Antwerp, is Besides, I take her for a woman of spirit, prepared rather in favor of the wife than the husband. It stipulates, that in case reflex of actual life, can never be unworthy of the decease of Anne Breughel, their of art: prose may be made pleasing as children shall receive, not only the pro well as verse. Thus reasoned the young perty which she brought him as her mar- artist. riage-portion, but also all interest in the Adrien Brauwer and Van Craesbeck
joint property settled by the contract. had already taken sketches among the We shall see presently that the clause was mariners and other frequenters of the strictly fulfilled. The three guardians, cabarets of Antwerp, of all the original artists as they were, had made all their physiognomies to be found there. There arrangements like sober lawyers. The was not an interior of a public-house, not marriage took place a few days afterward. a droll or characteristic face, which they On the morning of the wedding, the arch had not copied a dozen times. Teniers duke presented Teniers with a miniature saw that he must seek for a new world ; portrait of himself, and a gold chain. but he had not to look far for that. In Anne Breughel was of a sweet disposition the little village of Perck, between Maand pleasing manners. She brought her lines and Antwerp, there happened to be a husband four children, and loved him to château to be sold, called the Château of the last as on the first day of her marriage ; | the Three Towers; an ancient Gothic while he, in his turn, loved her with all edifice, worthy of lodging a prince. the tenderness of his passionate nature. Teniers, who was, indeed, a prince among In short, they never saw Hymen except | Flemish painters, purchased it, resolved on the favorable side of the step.
to pass the remainder of his life there in In the first years of his wedded life, the study of nature, and in the enjoyment Teniers continued to reside in the palace of his good fortune. The place was well of Leopold, working almost exclusively chosen a church with pointed spire, for the king of Spain, who was so delighted | meadow, lake, picturesque enclosure, with his works that he had a gallery built boors, cabarets- everything he wanted expressly for them. At first the artist did was to be found in Perck and its environs. scarcely anything more than copy the He lived here in good style, keeping great masters of the Flemish and Italian lackeys and equipages; and his château schools. After a little while, growing became a celebrated rendezvous for the weary of following others, stroke by stroke, chase. The Archduke Leopold, the he contented himself with merely imitating Prince of Orange, the Duke of Marlthem. His imitations enjoyed a singular borough, and many other illustrious perreputation, some persons even going so sons, visited him there. Twice his exfar as to prefer them to the models. He travagant way of life brought him to the was particularly successful in his imita- verge of ruin; the first time, he set to tions of Rubens, which many mistook for work to repair his fortunes by painting the works of that master. But Teniers day and night. He did not dispense with at length determined to be in his turn an a single horse or servant, nor did he even original painter.
receive fewer of those illustrious visitors In his leisure hours, remembering the from all countries, who in the Château counsels of his aged father, he sketched des Trois Tours, fancied themselves in a by a few strokes of his pencil a scene royal palace. His industry restored his taken near by, of pure and simple nature. finances. It is said that at this time he Suddenly he abandoned his grand subjects. even produced as many as three hundred Eminently Flemish, he limited his field to and fifty paintings in a single year; but a Flemish horizon. He was wearied of this extraordinary fecundity disheartened gazing upon saints in ecstasy, and penitent his purchasers, and his works fell in value. Magdalens : he had never met with such There is a tradition—but an improbable things in his simple way of life. Was it one-that he then adopted the singular not time that the human form should be expedient of spreading abroad a report of painted under some other phase, and in a his own death, and that his wife even character more true to nature? If paint went into mourning, to induce a belief in ing should be a mirror of nature, why not the story, and thus enhance the value of set that mirror beside the public way, as his works. well as in the unfrequented by-roads? Teniers was in the midst of his career A picture of happiness, fresh and naïf, al when his wife died. His affliction was beyond measure ; his château, so cheerful “Why did I sell the château ?” said he before, became sombre and comfortless ; with bitterness. “ There I should have Nature, his ordinary teacher, spoke to him been, in some sort, nearer to my dear Anne. now of nothing but Anne Breughel. His In those old favorite haunts I might still, marriage-contract compelling him to give in imagination, have seen and heard her.” up everything on the death of his wife, / The next day he could not refrain from the painter found himself, by this calamity, returning to Perck. The château was then suddenly reduced to poverty. His chil- in the possession of a wealthy retired coundren would not have allowed the clauses sellor, named De Fresne. The latter, of the contract to be executed in their meeting Teniers in the neighborhood, and favor ; but Teniers, in spite of the en-recognizing him, begged him to accomtreaties of his friends, resolved to strip pany him to his old home, and consider himself of everything in the very year of himself still its master. The counsellor her death ; saying that “ he would never presented him to his daughter, Isabelle de consent to live upon the property of or- Fresne. She was young and fair, and had phans." The château changed owners, and the same tender and simple look as Anne he retired to Brussels. Here he lived a Breughel. Teniers was delighted with solitary life, turning his thoughts unceas- her. She painted a little; Teniers offered ingly to the remembrance of his dear Anne, to give her a lesson. A shower of rain and devoting himself to the practices of began to fall, and the advocate gladly took religion, and to watching over the progress advantage of the circumstance to detain of his children at college.
his guest. The poor painter almost beThough living now in the most humble lieved himself living again in his anstyle, he had been compelled to retain one cient splendor. The sweet face of Anne of his horses-all his pictures being the Breughel was missing ; but Isabelle de result of short journeys into the country. Fresne was not wanting in charms. On these excursions, he had several times “What a pity," said his host, over the revisited Perck, wandering in the neigh-dessert, “ that you should have taken into borhood of the château, and lingering over your head to leave the château! It was its associations of love and fame. One to increase the patrimony of your children, evening he noticed, through the railing of I am aware ; but that appears to me to be the grounds of the château, a young lady carrying paternal affection too far. Such walking in the garden, whose face bore a genius as yours should have a palace for several points of resemblance to that of an abode." Anne Breughel. In his surprise, he let “ Nature is my palace,” replied the fall the reins upon the neck of his horse, artist, casting at the same time a wistful which began to bite at the hanging branches look at the gilded panels of the Château of a willow. His eyes followed involun- des Trois Tours. tarily the apparition, which seemed to him “My greatest pleasure, Monsieur Teto be a dream of the past. In a moment, niers," said the counsellor, “would be to the young lady disappeared by a retired see you here all the fine season." pathway leading to the château. Teniers “Ah," said Teniers, “I should be too continued musing, looking now toward the happy to live in such good and fair 80lake, and now toward the spot where she ciety, but my fête-days are past. Once had vanished. “My poor Anne, you are I was not only a painter, but a fine gendead to me,” he exclaimed. “No, you are tleman; now I am only a painter. All not dead. I see you everywhere-under my pleasures now are associated with my these trees, at yonder window, beside that pallet. I shall continue to depict scenes lake where we have walked so often.” of happiness, but it will be the happiness
While musing thus, the poor painter did of others." So saying, Teniers regarded not perceive that his horse, which had also Isabelle tenderly. The young lady blushhis reminiscences, had begun to take the ed, and turned the conversation into another road to the stables. Upon the bridge, he channel. drew up the reins again, and said, sighing : | The next morning, Teniers rose at day“ No, no, my trusty friend; we have no break to return to Brussels. While his longer any right to be here.” That day, horse was feeding, he took a stroll through Teniers returned to his solitary home more one of his favorite haunts upon the borders sad than usual.
of the lake. It was a clear, fresh morning; a light wind was slowly moving the wife was abroad in the garden, or in the mists along the fields of Vilvorde; the walks in the neighborhood. The woman country, refreshed with the rain of the -by force of habit, no doubt-dressed her night before, filled the air with sweet new mistress exactly like her previous odors; and the sun, just risen, touched the one: there was the same arrangement of glittering tree-tops and the towers of the the hair, the same cap, the same lace, the château. Arnold Houbraken relates this identical colors. Teniers, meeting this story. Teniers was leaning against the living reminiscence sometimes upon the trunk of a tree, surveying the lake and the stairs, or in the dusky passages of the old château, lost in thought, when suddenly château, would imagine himself in a dream. raising his eyes toward the window where More than once, on kissing the hand of he had often seen Anne Breughel looking Isabelle de Fresne, the old time seemed to out on fine evenings, her image appeared him to have come back again. Every day there as if by enchantment. “It is she, he discovered some new point of resemwith her light hair falling in curls,” he blance. Last night, it was her hand; toexclaimed. “It is the same sweet face, day, it is her foot; to-morrow, she will so full of beauty and innocence." But in sing, and her voice will be the very counanother moment he recognized Isabelle de terpart of Anne Breughel's. Never was Fresne. “Alas !” he exclaimed, “it is illusion more perfect at all points. not she; and yet"
" What ails you, my friend ?” asked his He returned to the château, mounted host one day, surprised at his absent and his horse, and rode away slowly. All that anxious look. “Does not our way of life week he did nothing well. He attempted please you ?" to paint from memory a portrait of Isabelle “Yes," said Teniers; “it is nothingde Fresne, and failed; and yet, when it a passing recollection-a momentary rewas but half-finished, the face had seemed gret. It is gone now." to remind him at the same time both of One evening, after sunset, he was sitting Anne Breughel and Isabelle de Fresne. again upon the ground beside the little These two delightful images were forever lake, idly brushing the tall water-grasses present to his mind; he sought to divert with his feet. Isabelle and her servant his thoughts from them, afraid of falling passed him in the pleasure-boat. The in love again. He made a journey into light vail of evening falling upon land and France, and even set out for Italy ; but water confirmed the painter's misty reyhe had scarcely arrived at Lyons, when erie; he was no longer master of himself, his new passion compelled him to retrace as in the broad daylight. The head of his steps. On his return, he found a let- the skiff grazed lightly on the bank, and ter from the counsellor, complaining of he rushed forward. his neglect.
"Anne! Anne!” he exclaimed, when “Come, my dear Teniers," he wrote ; they found themselves alone. “Pardon " the very peasants are anxious to see me-Isabelle, I meant,"continued he, falltheir old master again ; and my daughter ing at her feet, in the chivalrous fashion Isabelle finds that, even from such a skill- of the times. ful master as you, a single lesson in paint-| “Well,” said she, carried away by his ing is not enough."
manner, “ Anne Breughel, if you will.” It Teniers started immediately for Perck. may be easily imagined that the young The counsellor pressed him to pass the Isabelle, perhaps a little romantic, had remainder of the season at the château. secretly loved Teniers; that, touched by The painter accepted his invitation, and his sorrow for Anne Breughel, she had boldly installed himself there, hardly sure undertaken the task of consoling him, that it was not more dangerous to fly coming by degrees, by means of these from the presence of Isabelle, than to see illusions, to take the place of his adored her continually.
wife. It happened-accidentally, no doubt, Three weeks afterward, Teniers marthat the young lady had for an attendant ried the daughter of the counsellor. He one of the femmes-de-chambre of Anne returned to the château, and took again Breughel. This was another illusion for to his old way of life. Isabelle de Fresne, the painter, who, when he met her, found charmed by the simplicity of his genius, himself often about to ask her whether his and his noble manners, remained devoted to him till the time of her death. She to foot, and passed his hands over his knew that her greatest charm for him was, eyes. “Do you see that doleful dance ? that she reminded him of his first wife. all their mirth is gone now. Old Nicholas Far from complaining, or feeling vexed on Soest is nothing but a skeleton. Look that account, she took pains to acquire | how he whirls, and whirls, and whirls in the habits of Anne Breughel, with the the dusk-all hastening to the churchgenerous intention of pleasing her hus-yard. They are gone! Farewell, fare. band. Teniers, in his turn, delighted with well, my friends. Call my servant-it is having found so sweet a companion, loved time to go !" her for her own, and for Anne Breughel's These were, as nearly as possible, the sake.
| last words of the laborious painter of naThe painter survived his second wife, ture. In obedience to his wish, the son and died at the age of upward of eighty. had his remains deposited in the choir of After her death, he returned to Brussels the church of Perck, under that tower again, and lived in strict retirement, de- which, in his pictures, stands forth against voted to his art. One of his sons, a Fran- / so many horizons. ciscan monk at Malines, held him in his arms as he breathed his last. For the convent at Malines, he painted his “Nine
HUMANITY. teen Martyrs of Gorcum.” The son has
FROM THE GERMAN OF KINKEL. left a biography of his father, interspersed
Upon the hoary earth already with orisons and litanies; the only inter
Have countless nations been enroll’d, esting portion is the end, in which he de And holocausts to gods been offer'd, scribes the death of the great painter. .
Enthroned on altars manifold. Already in a state of unconsciousness,
Again the pious will hereafter David Teniers only spoke at long inter To God still fairer altars build. vals. In the middle of the night, after a And sorrows yet unknown be suffer'd, painful sigh, he took the hand of his son
And with new joys the heart be fill'd. with agitation : “ See you, yonder ?-yon It blinds me not! With love's affection der !” he exclaimed. He saw, no doubt, The strife of time I gaze upon, passing in his mind, all the curious crea
'Mid changing destinies and nations tions of his pencil. The Franciscan look
Humanity rolls smoothly on. ed in the direction which he indicated. I know that ne'er a day hath broken “I see nothing, father."
Which gladden'd not one single breast; “ Do you see," continued the painter,
That ne'er a spring hath follow'd winter
But with a song the world it bless d. without heeding his reply," the alchemist in that laboratory, meditating? He turns
I know that from the goblet's torrent
Conceptions vast, creative, rise; toward me to bid me farewell. Farewell,
I kuow that in a woman's kisses then! What did I say? It is a drinker A gentle fount of vigor lies. there are two-three-four—the odor of
I know that everywhere the heavens their ale rises to my head. O the deep
Now darkly frown, now smile so bright, politicians! these are the men who trans That everywhere an eve believing port our Flanders into Spain. The drunk Beholds the starry host by night. ards! it is merely that they may drink
Thus 't is the same, the same forever, from glasses overflowing with Malaga.
That thrills through every human breast; My son, stop that boor from smoking, who I see but brothers wheresoever has nothing to say apropos. I hear his Mine eyes upon the earthball rest. pipe snap. No; it is the violin of poor
A link of that great chain which bindeth old Nicholas Söest. There is a fair, then, The future to the past am I; in Perck to-day. Open the window, and
I snatch from out the struggling surges let me hear their cries better. Take care,
The jewel of humanity. Margaret! Look at that sly chemist. The old dotard! It is a good thing, indeed, to CHANGE of time, like change of place, have gray hairs. I like your violin, Mas- | introduces men to new associates, and ter Soest ; but what are you playing there? | gives many persons an opportunity to beO my son-my son! look there! this is come respected by outliving those who fearful indeed!”
knew them when they were not respectThe dying painter shuddered from head | able.