Christie Johnstone
ofessional walk. Three were of Edinburgh-Groove, aged f
ishman, the leader of the
his manner wonderfully a
n forgot where he was, and shone
eplied old Groove
t was the
ng, and sticking in the work. Th
cial constables next time," cried Gatty. "We shal
ck on her. Paint an out o' door scene indoors! I swear by the sun it's a lie! the one stupid, impudent
ne; hence the sketching system slop-sellers of the Academy! but the millio
be the bare outlines, and they can't. The million subtleties of light and color; learn them by heart, and say them off on canvas! the highest
oquent, I call
Groove, "the lad will
least I hope so, but it
ho could talk and paint b
; it is time the art was born. Whenever it does come into the world, you will see no more dead corpses of trees, grass a
ect for your picture
his brush), "we'll fight for nature-light, truth light, and su
r old Groove, "we shall cut our own thro
merry defiance, and then separated from the
g, before a most musical
llerr
sight. The boys recognized one
e with her?"
ong-haired und
the world except Art. Love and Art are
l. I have done her," a
?" aske
rse, here;" and he
you might propose reading
d Jones of the Carnie and the J
red Jean. "Hae
one another, and did
ristie, "am a friend of Mr. Gatty's; perhaps, on
id Jean,
ically, "give them your verses,
erself, to Christie. This youngster was on
s delectatus c
bad painter, so he wante
ought to have been daubing; and now he will hav
shed, and put the
, Custy,"
the puir lads twarree oyster
looked down on the others with sarcastico-benignant superiority.
earts allow; But doggrel's po