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Among the many wonderful things said to have happened to him was that a congregation of fishes hearing his voice as he preached beside the sea, came to the top and lifted up their heads to listen. While Murillo was doing his work, he was living a happy, domestic life.
"Miss Delme, you are looking at my paintings; let me show you my late purchases. Observe this sweet Madonna, by Murillo! I prefer it to the one in the Munich Gallery.
The numerous heads of the Virgin which proceeded from the later schools of Italy and Spain, wherein she appears neither veiled nor crowned, but very young, and with flowing hair and white vesture, are intended to embody the popular idea of the Madonna purissima, of "the Virgin most pure, conceived without sin," in an abridged form. There is one by Murillo, in the collection of Mr.
I understand you had trouble with Gregory Carker last night." "Si, si, señora. Eet ees lucky for heem I deed not reach heem with my knife. I weel reach heem yet!" She clutched his arm. "No," she cried, "you must not! I love him! I'm going to marry him!" "Ees eet true?" gasped Murillo, in surprise. "I thought he was " "Oh, he has a silly notion that he cares for your black-eyed Juanita.
Our months of partnership had not been so uneventful as he had stated, for I find, on looking over my notes, that this period includes the case of the papers of Ex-President Murillo, and also the shocking affair of the Dutch steamship FRIESLAND, which so nearly cost us both our lives.
Without the sanity, solidity, nobility of Velasquez, whose vision and voice he never possessed; without the luscious sweetness of Murillo, whose sweetness he lacked, he had something of El Greco's fierceness, and much of the vigour of Ribera.
The whole work blazes with wit, and with the wisdom of a proverbial philosophy, uttered by the ignorant squire of a fanatical and bewildered knight; but amidst the practical jokes and follies of all the characters in that marvellous work of fiction, we see also a moral beauty, idealized of course, such as was rivalled only in Spanish art in the Madonnas of Murillo.
Do you subscribe to our Middlemarch library?" "No," said Mary. "Mr. Fred Vincy brought this book." "I am a great bookman myself," returned Mr. Trumbull. "I have no less than two hundred volumes in calf, and I flatter myself they are well selected. Also pictures by Murillo, Rubens, Teniers, Titian, Vandyck, and others. I shall be happy to lend you any work you like to mention, Miss Garth."
"I never did like baseball. I think I'll go to the house." She likewise left the stand. Madge Morton overtook Jose Murillo. "A word with you," she said. "We are far enough from the field so that we'll not be seen if we step aside beneath the trees." "Eet ees a pleasure," he bowed, although his face wore a puzzled expression. Beneath the trees the woman turned and faced him squarely.
In all these old masters, Murillo only excepted, it is very rare, I must say, to find any trace of natural feeling and passion; and I am weary of naked goddesses, who never had any real life and warmth in the painter's imagination, or, if so, it was the impure warmth of an unchaste woman, who sat for him. Last week I dined at Mr. F. Heywood's to meet Mr.
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