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with this period — with the whole of his life. for he does not understand their language. He loved it, and thought upon it often as he What avails it that the sun shines without so worked, his faithful and beloved companion. clear and warm there is no sunshine within ; All his friends were anxious to have one of its his heart is sore, and depressed with home-sickoffspring; for once, when a creditor of Bertel's ness. And thus Bertel Thorwaldsen treads at was too importunate, he sprang furiously upon last the soil of Italy, towards which, Ulysseslike, the harsh dun. Thorwaldsen has immortalized he has hastened. The “Thetis" had first made him in marble; and not his first love, which the a cruise in the North Sea, in order to guard the poet's breast usually transforms into an unfading northern coast against the English privateers. Daphne leaf.
It was not until September that the ship passed We are acquainted with a chapter of this his- the channel, and it arrived, in October, at Altory. In the spring of 1796 Thorwaldsen was to giers, where the plague had broken out. Then set out on his wanderings through the world, followed a long quarantine at Malta; then a over the Alps, to Rome ; but he was taken ill, voyage to Tripoli, in order to negociate a cessaand after the illness was very depressed. There tion of hostilities against the Danish ships there. was war in Germany, and his friends advised Whilst the captain was on shore, the ship loosed him to go in the royal frigate “Thetis,” which from her anchorage, drifted forth, and kept a was to sail directly for the Mediterranean. He new quarantine at Malta, in such a condition was in love at the time, and bade the beloved that it was necessary to keel-hale her. At Malone farewell, honorably and frankly saying, ta, therefore, Thorwaldsen quitted his country. “ Thou shalt not hold thyself bound to me, now men, and went in an open boat to Palermo, that I am going to travel. If thou remainest whence the packet-boat brought him to Naples. constant to me and I to thee, until we meet He met none of his countrymen, and did not again, in some years, all is settled !” And thus understand the language. Downcast and restthey parted, and only met after many, many less, the very next day he sought in the harbour, years a short time before his death — she as a to see if amongst the many foreign flags, the widow, he as Europe's ever youthful artist. white cross on a red ground was waving. Had When Thorwaldsen's body was borne in royal it been there, he would have returned to Denstate through the streets, an old woman of the mark. Sick at heart, be burst into tears. The lower class wept at an open window - it was old Neapolitan woman with whom he was lodgshe. The first farewell was recalled to her ing, saw him weep, and thought, “ It is certainly memory by the last. The first farewell! yes! love which afflicts bim — love for some one in that was a festal day. The cannons thundered his cold barbarous country.” And she wept " farewell” from the frigate“ Thetis.” See how with biin, thinking, perhaps, of her own first the sails swell in the breeze - the water foams love; for the rose-tree may still live, though it at the prow - the ship passes the wooded coast be barvest-time, and it stands leafiess with its - Copenhagen's towers disappear; Bertel stands berries upon it. “What has been the end of bis on the bow - the waves sprinkle the image of journey ? — why does the coward return ? ” Thetis, whose features he has carved. But at Such were the words with which he would have home, in the little chamber in “ Aabenraa,” sits been greeted at home. This he felt in these the inconsolable mother, mourning over the loss moments of conflict, and shame overcame his of her son, whom she will never see again gentle spirit. In this mood he hastily engaged a never again press to her heart. One of Bertel's place with a vetturino to Rome, where he arrived dearest friends is there also. He brings her a on the 8th of March, 1797, a day which was little purse of ducats from the traveller; but she celebrated by his friends in Copenhagen as his shakes her head, exclaiming, “I want nothing birth-day, before they knew the real date. The but my child, who will perish in the raging sea!” | 8th of March was the day on which Thorwaldsen And she takes from the chest his old black silk was born to Art in Rome. waistcoat, and imprints a thousand kisses on it, A portrait meets us here. It is that of a weeping bitter tears for her beloved Bertel. Dane, the learned and severe Zoega, to whom
A whole year passes away. We are upon the the young artist has been recommended. But Molo, at Naples, at the latter end of February.* he discerns no unusual talent in him, and his The packet-boat arrives from Palermo. Turks, eyes discover in his works nothing but a slavish Greeks, Maltese, people of all nations, come on imitation of the antique. We will let three shore. Amongst them stands a pale, delicate years glide away, and ask Zoega what he now Northern; he helps the Facchini to bear his thinks of Bertel, or as the Romans call him, luggage, and shakes his head at their loquacity, “ Alberto.” The severe judge shakes his head,
and * The “Thetis" sailed from Copenhagen the 20th
says ." There is much to blame; little of May, 1796.
with which one can be content; and he is not
even diligent !” Diligent, however, he was; ers — should increase the renown of the nation's but his genius was unseen by the unseeing eye. name more than the streaming flags and thunder" Then the snow thawed from my eyes,” he has ing cannon of all its ships could have done. often said to himself. The drawings of the Dan- The Englishman, Thomas Hope, stood in the ish painter Carsten were among the works of little chamber which the artist was about to intellect that shed their influence upon the grow- leave, before the veiled “ Jason ;” it was a criting genius. The little atelier was like a battle ical moment in the history of Thorwaldsen and field — all around lay broken statues; the spirit in that of art. The rich stranger had been led created them in the hours of night, and they there by the valet de place; for Canova had were shattered in discontent at their faults. said that “ Jason ” was a work in a new and The three years had flown away, and nothing elevated style. Thorwaldsen demanded only was yet produced. The time of his return home 600 sequins to complete his work in marble ; was at hand; and some work must be complet Hope instantly offered him 800. The path of ed, lest it should be said in Denmark,
“ Jason” was waldsen has wasted his time in Rome.” Mis- not completed and sent to the noble Briton for trusting his genius when she most lovingly em-five-and-twenty years afterwards ; but in these braced him — expecting no conquest, when he years other chef d'auvres were executed, and stood midway in its path — he modelled “ Jason Thorwaldsen's name was inscribed amongst the after having won the Golden Fleece.” This it immortals. was that Thorwaldsen longed to gain in the A favorite of fortune, he was yet at times sick kingdom of art, and which he now believed he at heart. The sun of Naples could not reach must relinquish. The figure was modelled in his ailment, but friendship and loving care could, clay; it was regarded by many with indiffer- and these he found with Baron Schubart, the
- he broke it. In April, 1801, the journey Danish ambassador, in Tuscany. With him, at home was to have been undertaken with Zoega, his pretty villa, Montenero, near Leghorn, health but was delayed until the following autumn. returned to his body, and peace to his mind. * Jason” still occupied all his thoughts; and a His summer sojourn in this place is depicted in new and larger statue was modelled — an im his bas-reliefs, " Summer” and “Autumn." mortal work. But it was not yet rerealed to Here princes and artists associated themselves the world, or understood by it. “ Here is some with him affectionately, and admiration and thing above the common," said the multitude. esteem met him on every side. He produced Even the renowned Canova encouraged him, here the “Dance of the Muses on Helicon," in and exclaimed –“Quest 'opera di quel giovane marble, and "Cupid and Psyche.” This group Danese è fatta in uno stilo nuovo e grandioso !” stood completed in the castle; a storm came on; Zoega smiled ; " Bravo, that is well !” The the lightning fell, and sbattered all the statues, Danish lady, Frederika Brun, was then in Rome, with the exception of “Cupid and Psyche." and celebrated the praises of Thorwaldsen's This was a token from heaven that he was its “ Jason.” She assisted the artist to have his favorite ; its lightning spared the work of Thorwork cast in plaster, for he had no more money waldsen. The sea itself in its fury spared his than was just sufficient to fetch bim bome. “ Venus with the Apple ;” for the beautiful
The last glass of wine was drained at parting; statue rose in safety from the surf, after the the trunks were packed; the vetturino's carriage melancholy news of the sinking of the ship on stood before the door in the morning dawn; the its voyage to England had been announced. luggage was tying on behind, when a fellow. The rumor of the recognition of Thorwaldsen's traveller came – - the sculptor Hagemann, who genius reached Denmark, and awakened interest was going to his native city, Berlin. His pass- and joy. He was named a member of the Royal port was not correct, and the journey must be Academy of Art, and received orders for the put off till next day; Thorwaldsen promised, palace and senate-house. Glorious statues were notwithstanding the displeasure of the vetturi now produced; new works of art, new commisno, to wait so long. He stayed - stayed to win sions, followed. Years fled by. Our reigning for hiinself an immortal name on earth — to cast monarch, then Prince Christian, wrote for him, sunshine over Denmark. The bombs of the and Thorwaldsen expressed his joy and his deBritish have overthrown the towers of Copenha- sire to return, but various works detained him gon
the British have robbed us of our feet -- for some time in the city of the Pope. but in our just resentment we must remember All was rejoicing and activity in Rome. An that it was an Englishman who preserved thee, imperial palace was to be erected on the Quirinal Bertel Thorwaldsen, for us and for our country's Hill, and artists and workmen were busied mulglory. It was the will of God that an English tifariously, for it was to be ready in May, 1812, man should raise up more for us than our tow to receive Napoleon. There were several rooms
where spaces were left on the walls for bas-him on his path of earthly triumph. The tears reliefs. No one thought of Thorwaldsen's assist- of a mother upon earth, her prayers in heaven, ance — he was returring home to the north. are blessings. In all the Italian and German Time pressed, and the work must be completed. towns, both rich and poor approached him with The architect, Stern, who directed the whole, tokens of reverence; and many a young and happened accidentally to sit next Thorwaldsen enthusiastic artist hastened to the town, which at the academy of St. Luca, and proposed to him he knew Thorwaldsen would pass through. At to execute a frieze in plaster, twenty-nine Dan- one of the last stages towards Stutgard, a travelish ells in length, which must be completed in ler stopped the carriage in which Thorwaldsen three months. Thorwaldsen promised, and kept was, and requested permission to go on in it; it his word: he completed a chef d'auvre, “the was granted, and he told how he had come a Triumph of Alexander.”* Its fame reached all long way, in order to see the great artist, Thorcountries ; Denmark was excited to enthusiasm. waldsen, in the town where he was expected. Sums were collected to obtain it in marble, Thorwaldsen made himself known - it was one and the Danish government gave an order of the most delightful moments in the stranger's for it.
life. Love and homage had made his journey Thorwaldsen remained in Rome, and new home a triumphal procession ; his arrival was works were executed. We will pause to consid- not less so. See! how old and young press er two of the year 1815.
around him! A hearty shake of the band Weeks and months had elapsed without Thor- kiss — is Thorwaldsen's “good day.” All this waldsen's having produced any thing. He wan-worldly exaltation and honor did not spoil his dered about, sunk in inexplicable sadness. Early upright mind, and simple manners. A dwelling one summer's morning, after a sleepless night, is allotted him at Charlottenburg; his eye seeks, be placed himself before the moist clay, and in amongst the crowd who surround him, one old a moment formed his celebrated bas-relief, friend. The old porter stands modestly at the
Night;" and as he worked, the dark cloud door in his red coat — the old man of his youthvanished from his soul — it was day, clear, sun ful days. Thorwaldsen throws himself into his ny day; he gained a cheerful peace which ever arms, and kisses him heartily. after did him homage as the self-conqueror. A Festival followed festival in honor of ThorDanish friend found him before the finished bas-waldsen. The most brilliant was that given by relief, sporting gaily with a great cat and his dog the students of the university, and held on the Teverino. The modeller came the same day to royal shooting-ground. Oelenschlager made an bring it to be moulded, and Thorwaldsen had oration, at the conclusion of which the poet dealready“ Day” in hands, and said, “ Wait a manded that he should represent one of the old little, and we can have this cast at the same gods of the north. Songs were sung, cannons time.” In one day were two immortal works thundered, toasts were drunk -- one for Thorcompleted.
waldsen's “Graces” in the toast to “ Danish On the 14th of July, 1819, at four o'clock in Maidens." the morning, he commenced his journey home He soon craved employment. The atelier wards, in company with Count Rantzau zu Breit was arranged, and every one flocked to it to see enburg, and the historical painter, Lund. He him at his work; to most of the people of Coreached Copenhagen on the third of October, penhagen, it was a new art. A beautiful woman by Schleswig, Als, and Fünen. Twenty-three asked him naïvely, when she saw him modelling years had elapsed since he was last here. It was the soft clay with his fingers destined that his parents should not see him
“ You do not do this work yourself, when you his mother should never press her beloved Bertel are in Rome ? " to her heart, nor bear the homage paid him, nor
“ I assure you,” replied he, good humoredly, see the rejoicings which greeted his return; they
“this is the most important part.” had long since departed - but from heaven they About a year afterwards, he left Copenhagen. looked upon him -— from heaven they followed It is pitch-dark night — a dead calm — and
an open boat lay quietly some miles beyond
Laaland. The seals howled on the banks ; the * There are four different editions of the “Triumph sailors sat listening doubtfully in the stern, and of Alexander."
1. That in the Quirinal, which may be consider. knew not what to do; the mirror of water is ed as a sketch.
ruffled already — a storm is gathering - it comes II. Somariva's copy, which has various additions. III The complete copy, enlarged with several de with whistling wings; the waves rock the light signs, which may be regarded as the perfect one. boat — there is death in the fearful abyss, but
IV. The copy at the castle of Christiansburg, at Copenhagen, which was accurately executed from the
death mows with his scythe only the foam from latter, in 1829 - 30.
the high waves. Thorwaldsen is on board; his
mission in the kingdom of art on earth is not yet
“ Heaven watches over him!” repeat the fulfilled. At dawn, the Sootse comes to their Romans. They saw the Holy Father himself help, and they reach Rostock. Through Berlin, visit him; they saw him extend his hand to him, Dresden, Warsaw,* and Vienna, he journeyed that he might not kneel at parting. The executo Rome, his second home — in every town tion of the monument to Pius the Seventh was homage and admiration meeting him. The entrusted to the Lutheran Thorwaldsen. Emperor Alexander and the Emperor Francis Foremost in the ranks of eloquence stands the received the artist with distinction; the journey daughter of inspiration — the improvisatrice, added to the triumph of his life. Here again Rosa Taddei. The assembled multitude bang he stood, in his creative power, in his airy, upon her
burning words, and applaud enthusiasRoman atelier. Roses clustered in at the open tically. Her task is, “I Progressi della Scultuwindows; the yellow oranges shone in the warm ra;” her eye glances over the audience, and sun; immortal works sprung up beneath his discovers Alberto, him to whom Denmark has chisel. “ Christ and the Twelve Apostles” given birth; in the soaring of her song she dewere modelled; “Copernicus” sat there in scribed him, and so forgot the things of earth, as strength and greatness.
to call Alberto, in the city of the pope, “ Figlio It was the last day of Lent, 1823; bells were di Dio." ringing, and fire-arms resounding. Thorwald “ The king and the poet shall wander togethsen's landlady had a little son. After the meal er,” says the ballad ; “ the harp of David and the on Good Friday, the boy begged him to lend crown of the king accompany one another." In him his pistols. He went into his bed-room, the streets of Rome, king Louis of Bavaria, and where they hung as they were left after the the poet of sculpture, Bertel Thorwaldsen, walk journey, to fetch them. Thorwaldsen took one arm in arm; a tie of friendship was formed down, and tried it at the open window. The between them. Thorvaldsen ever expressed boy, meanwhile, had seized the other -- it went himself warmly towards the King of Bavaria off, and Thorwaldsen fell to the ground. The He had been now forty years in Rome; rich boy sees blood, and utters a shriek; but the ball and independent, he lived and worked in the had flattened within his clothing. The loading hope of returning at some time to Denmark, and was not sufficient to develop its murderous pow closing his days in peace. Unaccustomed to er, and the blood flowed only from two wounded great luxury, like many rich artists he lived a fingers; his preservation filled the Roman people bachelor's life in Rome. Although his heart, with the belief
, that he was under the especial after the first farewell in Copenhagen, opened protection of the Madonna.
no more to love, a thousand beautiful loves in Yes! here, as ever, Heaven watched over marble tell us how warmly this heart beat. him. Behold! it is dark night — stillness in the Love belongs to the mysteries of life. We know streets of Rome - stillness in Thorwaldsen's that Thorwaldsen left a daughter in Rome, dwelling. Two well-armed fellows glide in — whose birth he has acknowledged ;* we know, open the door with false keys — place themselves too, that more than one lady would willingly within on the stone stairs, and await him; for have bestowed her hand upon
artist. they know that he is gone out, and will return As he lay sick at Naples, the year before his late and alone. No one dwells in the house but first journey to Denmark, he was nursed by an the landlady and her little son at the top, and a English woman, who conceived the most ardent young foreign artist. The murderers sit quiet- affection for him, and avowed it, and in an inly; the key turns in the door — they listen - stant of awakened gratitude he plighted to her ho! it is not Thorwaldsen - it is the younger his troth. Afterwards, when he recovered, and artist who returns. He springs lightly up stairs, came to Rome, this promise distressed him; he and his hand has touched the hair of one of them felt himself unsuited to married life — perceived in his passage. He knows that some one sits that gratitude was not love — and, after an inthere — knows they await Thorwaldsen; he is ward struggle, he announced to her his determiastonished to see light through the key-bole, and nation. Thorwaldsen was never married. opens the door. Thorwaldsen is at home; the The following trait is characteristic of his house has an entrance from the other street, and heart, as well as of his whole bearing. There Thorwaldsen has been obliged to come through came to him one day, in Rome, a poor countryit this evening, because he has lost the key of man, an artisan, who had been for a long the accustomed door, and — he is saved !
* She married, in 1832, the Danish Chamberlain
Poulson. In the following year a son was born, who * Thorwaldsen had_received considerable orders received in baptism the name of Albert Thorwaldsen from Warsaw. The Emperor Alexander happened Ludwig. In 1842, she visited Thorwaldsen, at Coto be there at the time, and sat to the artist for his penhagen, with her husband and child; here she bust.
became a widow. She now resides in Rome.
time ill, to bid him farewell, and to thank him | Danish admirers and friends issued an invitation for the subscription which Thorwaldsen had to the people, to bring each their mite towards added to the gifts of other fellow-countrymen to it. Many a poor servant girl — many a peasant bear his expenses home.
- gave theirs; and the required sum was soon “ You will not walk the whole way?” asked collected. Frederic VI. gave the site; and the Thorwaldsen.
work was entrusted to the architect Bindesböl. “I am obliged to do so," replied the man, All thoughts were occupied with Thorwaldsen "otherwise the money will not suffice.”
and his works. The frigate“ Rota” was to “But you are still too weak to walk," said be; bring a cargo of them; and Thorvaldsen was you cannot bear it, and must not do it."
coming with it, perhaps to remain for ever in The man explained the necessity. Thorwald- Denmark. sen opened a drawer, took out a handful of scudi,
For a long period there had not been seen and offered them to him, adding, “Now drive such beautiful northern lights, as in the autumn the whole way !”
of 1838. Red and blue flames played in the The man thanked him, but assured him that horizon — the clear, brilliant nights of Iceland what he had given would not carry him further had visited our green island - and it seemed as than to Florence. Thorwaldsen clapped him if Thorwaldsen's ancestors, veiled in the splendor on the shoulder, went a second time to the of the aurora borealis, hovered around to greet drawer, and took out another handful. The their descendant. The frigate “Rota," with man was thankful to the highest degree, and was Thorwaldsen on board, approached the verdant going away. “Yes, now you can drive the Danish coast. As soon as the ship was descried whole way, and do it in comfort,” said he, lead- sailing from Helsingör, the Danish flag was ing him to the door.
hoisted on the tower of St. Nicholas; but it was “I am very glad,” said the man; “God bless a foggy day - the ship was close to the town you for it! but to go the whole way-that before it was perceived. All was bustle and would require a fortune!"
excitement. The people streamed through the “Well, tell me how much you can do it for?” streets to the custom-house. What a picture ! asked he, and looked at him. The man modest- The sun breaks suddenly through the clouds ; ly named the necessary sum, and Thorwaldsen the proud ship is there! The heavens have went for the third time to the drawer - counted thrown a splendid rainbow over it—"A triumout the sum required — accompanied him to the phal arch for Alexander.” Cannons thunderdoor, pressed his hand, and repeated, “ But now the vessels hoist their flags — the sea swarms drive, for you have not strength to walk.” with gaily decked boats. Emblematic flags
Our artist did not belong to the class of talk- waving, announce that in this boat are painters ative people; in a narrow circle only could he - in at, sculptors; here, poets — there stube induced to narrate, but then he did it with dents. Here come well-dressed ladies, but the humor and vivacity. A few energetic expres-eye glances hurriedly at them, and is fixed upon sions have been recorded, one of which we will the great boat, which rows rapidly from the ship. repeat. A well-known sculptor one day entered There sits Thorwaldsen, with his long white into a contest with Thorwaldsen, and rated his hair falling on bis blue mantle. The song of own works above those of the latter.
welcome resounds.* The whole strand is crowd. “ You may bind my hands,” said Thorwald. ed with people — hats and hankerchiefs wave; sen," and I will bite the marble better with my it is a festival of the people — a festival of enteeth than you can hew it!”
thusiasm. The people unharness the horses, Thorwaldsen possessed copies of all his works, and draw him to his abode at Charlottenburg, in plaster. These, with the rich marble statues, where the atelier is decorated with flowers and and bas-reliefs, which he executed for his own garlands. In the evening there is an entertainpleasure, unordered, and the numerous pictures ment— torches burn in the garden, and the which he purchased, every year, from young artists serenade him. artists, formed a treasure which he destined for Thorwaldsen lives in the heart of the people his native place, Copenhagen. When, therefore, in their thoughts. Gala follows gala. We the Danish government sent ships of war to the will notice two of these, the most remarkable. Mediterranean, in order to bring back the works One, a sort of poetical and musical assembly, which were executed for the palace and the where poems appropriate to the occasion were churches, he always sent a portion of his proper- recited by the authors themselves, or set to ty with them. Denmark was to inherit it. The music, and performed by amateurs. The great wish to see these treasures collected in a place worthy of them, aroused the desire of the nation
* A very beautiful song by Heiberg.
The authors who recited their poems were, Oeh. to build a museum. A meeting of Thorwaldsen's llenschläger, Grundtwig, H. P. Holst, and H. C. An