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For aiety, they were laden with increasing despair and wretchedness; for I began to lose hope of ever recovering th, and, as even worse, I see ability I was young, and up to within a few htly before me, with the prospect of a brilliant career And noas I? A wretched invalid--a burden to reat ocean of Tiotten But a rescue was approaching; a rescue sudden and marvellous, of which, inin the sa Italian artist, Raffaello Cellini by nareat deal of notice, both in Paris and Ro, but for their wonderfully exquisite colouring So deep and warm and rich were the hues he transferred to his canvases, that others of his art, less fortunate in the ement of the palette, declared he n cohten his colours for the ti; but that the effect was only temporary, and that his pictures, exposed to the air for so only the traces of an indistinct blur Others,discovered the secrets of the old masters In short, he was admired, condemned, envied, and flattered, all in a breath; while he hiularly serene and unruffled disposition, worked away incessantly, caring little or nothing for the world's praise or blame

Cellini had a pretty suite of rooms in the Hotel de L----, and my friends Colonel and Mrs Everard fraternized with him very warmly He was by no means slow to respond to their overtures of friendship, and so it happened that his studio becae for us, where ould meet to have tea, to chat, to look at the pictures, or to discuss our plans for future enjoye to say, had a re nerves The lofty and elegant room, furnished with that "admired disorder" and mixed luxuriousness peculiar to artists, with its heavily drooping velvet curtains, its glimpses of white rance of flowers that bloo out froarden, where a fountain bubbled ave me a curious, yet most welcome, sense of absolute rest