The wretched being approached the gate, but, instead of entering, stopped short and fixed the glitter of his eye full upon the compassionate yet steady countenance of the sculptor.
Herkimer did know him; but it demanded all the intimate and practical acquaintance with the human face, acquired by modelling actual likenesses in clay, to recognize the features of Roderick Elliston in the visage that now met the sculptor's gaze.
"This is a very bad Apollo," said the
Sculptor: "the chest is too narrow, and one arm is at least a half-inch shorter than the other.
But what was still stranger, though of this Prince Andrew said nothing to his sister, was that in the expression the
sculptor had happened to give the angel's face, Prince Andrew read the same mild reproach he had read on the face of his dead wife: "Ah, why have you done this to me?"
I was told by a
sculptor from Mauch Chunk that the scene was truly Parisian.
As to themselves they were the bohemian circle, not very wide - half a dozen of us led by a sculptor whom we called Prax for short.
I was horribly vexed and apologized for that intrusion, saying that the fellow was a future great sculptor and perfectly harmless; but he had been swallowing lots of night air which had got into his head apparently.
Bucket; "and a friend of mine that you'll hear of one day as a Royal Academy sculptor would stand something handsome to make a drawing of your proportions for the marble.
Bucket must return to a little work he has to get on with upstairs, but he must shake hands with Mercury in acknowledgment of his agreeable conversation, and will he--this is all he asks--will he, when he has a leisure half-hour, think of bestowing it on that Royal Academy sculptor, for the advantage of both parties?
* Germain Pillon was a famous French
sculptor (1535-1598).
"Yes, a chef d'oeuvre of the great Florentine
sculptor, Benvenuto Cellini," replied Athos.
Fouquet's friends had transported thither, some their actors and their dresses, others their troops of sculptors and artists; not forgetting others with their ready- mended pens, - floods of impromptus were contemplated.
It was to little purpose that Fouquet had squandered thirty millions of francs in the fountains of his gardens, in the crucibles of his sculptors, in the writing-desks of his literary friends, in the portfolios of his painters; vainly had he fancied that thereby he might be remembered.
The immortal
sculptors, painters, and poets have always done exactly what their critics forbade them to do.
His brown hair was somewhat tumbled; for, while the ancient
sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging Minerva's tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of dressing his own: three strokes of a large-tooth comb completed his toilet.
