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It
must
be
confessed
that
a
family
likeness
pervaded
these
respectable
progeny
of
Drowne
’
s
skill
;
that
the
benign
countenance
of
the
king
resembled
those
of
his
subjects
,
and
that
Miss
Peggy
Hobart
,
the
merchant
’
s
daughter
,
bore
a
remarkable
similitude
to
Britannia
,
Victory
,
and
other
ladies
of
the
allegoric
sisterhood
;
and
,
finally
,
that
they
all
had
a
kind
of
wooden
aspect
which
proved
an
intimate
relationship
with
the
unshaped
blocks
of
timber
in
the
carver
’
s
workshop
.
But
at
least
there
was
no
inconsiderable
skill
of
hand
,
nor
a
deficiency
of
any
attribute
to
render
them
really
works
of
art
,
except
that
deep
quality
,
be
it
of
soul
or
intellect
,
which
bestows
life
upon
the
lifeless
and
warmth
upon
the
cold
,
and
which
,
had
it
been
present
,
would
have
made
Drowne
’
s
wooden
image
instinct
with
spirit
.
The
captain
of
the
Cynosure
had
now
finished
his
instructions
.
"
And
Drowne
,
"
said
he
,
impressively
,
"
you
must
lay
aside
all
other
business
and
set
about
this
forthwith
.
And
as
to
the
price
,
only
do
the
job
in
first
-
rate
style
,
and
you
shall
settle
that
point
yourself
.
"
"
Very
well
,
captain
,
"
answered
the
carver
,
who
looked
grave
and
somewhat
perplexed
,
yet
had
a
sort
of
smile
upon
his
visage
;
"
depend
upon
it
,
I
’
ll
do
my
utmost
to
satisfy
you
.
"
From
that
moment
the
men
of
taste
about
Long
Wharf
and
the
Town
Dock
who
were
wont
to
show
their
love
for
the
arts
by
frequent
visits
to
Drowne
’
s
workshop
,
and
admiration
of
his
wooden
images
,
began
to
be
sensible
of
a
mystery
in
the
carver
’
s
conduct
.
Often
he
was
absent
in
the
daytime
.
Sometimes
,
as
might
be
judged
by
gleams
of
light
from
the
shop
windows
,
he
was
at
work
until
a
late
hour
of
the
evening
;
although
neither
knock
nor
voice
,
on
such
occasions
,
could
gain
admittance
for
a
visitor
,
or
elicit
any
word
of
response
.
Nothing
remarkable
,
however
,
was
observed
in
the
shop
at
those
late
hours
when
it
was
thrown
open
.
A
fine
piece
of
timber
,
indeed
,
which
Drowne
was
known
to
have
reserved
for
some
work
of
especial
dignity
,
was
seen
to
be
gradually
assuming
shape
.
What
shape
it
was
destined
ultimately
to
take
was
a
problem
to
his
friends
and
a
point
on
which
the
carver
himself
preserved
a
rigid
silence
.
But
day
after
day
,
though
Drowne
was
seldom
noticed
in
the
act
of
working
upon
it
,
this
rude
form
began
to
be
developed
until
it
became
evident
to
all
observers
that
a
female
figure
was
growing
into
mimic
life
.
At
each
new
visit
they
beheld
a
larger
pile
of
wooden
chips
and
a
nearer
approximation
to
something
beautiful
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
hamadryad
of
the
oak
had
sheltered
herself
from
the
unimaginative
world
within
the
heart
of
her
native
tree
,
and
that
it
was
only
necessary
to
remove
the
strange
shapelessness
that
had
incrusted
her
,
and
reveal
the
grace
and
loveliness
of
a
divinity
.
Imperfect
as
the
design
,
the
attitude
,
the
costume
,
and
especially
the
face
of
the
image
still
remained
,
there
was
already
an
effect
that
drew
the
eye
from
the
wooden
cleverness
of
Drowne
’
s
earlier
productions
and
fixed
it
upon
the
tantalizing
mystery
of
this
new
project
.
Copley
,
the
celebrated
painter
,
then
a
young
man
and
a
resident
of
Boston
,
came
one
day
to
visit
Drowne
;
for
he
had
recognized
so
much
of
moderate
ability
in
the
carver
as
to
induce
him
,
in
the
dearth
of
professional
sympathy
,
to
cultivate
his
acquaintance
.
On
entering
the
shop
,
the
artist
glanced
at
the
inflexible
image
of
king
,
commander
,
dame
,
and
allegory
,
that
stood
around
,
on
the
best
of
which
might
have
been
bestowed
the
questionable
praise
that
it
looked
as
if
a
living
man
had
here
been
changed
to
wood
,
and
that
not
only
the
physical
,
but
the
intellectual
and
spiritual
part
,
partook
of
the
stolid
transformation
.
But
in
not
a
single
instance
did
it
seem
as
if
the
wood
were
imbibing
the
ethereal
essence
of
humanity
.
What
a
wide
distinction
is
here
!
and
how
far
the
slightest
portion
of
the
latter
merit
have
outvalued
the
utmost
degree
of
the
former
!
"
My
friend
Drowne
;
"
said
Copley
,
smiling
to
himself
,
but
alluding
to
the
mechanical
and
wooden
cleverness
that
so
invariably
distinguished
the
images
,
"
you
are
really
a
remarkable
person
!
I
have
seldom
met
with
a
man
in
your
line
of
business
that
could
do
so
much
;
for
one
other
touch
might
make
this
figure
of
General
Wolfe
,
for
instance
,
a
breathing
and
intelligent
human
creature
.
"
"
You
would
have
me
think
that
you
are
praising
me
highly
,
Mr
.
Copley
,
"
answered
Drowne
,
turning
his
back
upon
Wolfe
’
s
image
in
apparent
disgust
.
"
But
there
has
come
a
light
into
my
mind
.
I
know
what
you
know
as
well
,
that
the
one
touch
which
you
speak
of
as
deficient
is
the
only
one
that
would
be
truly
valuable
,
and
that
without
it
these
works
of
mine
are
no
better
than
worthless
abortions
.
There
is
the
same
difference
between
them
and
the
works
of
an
inspired
artist
as
between
a
sign
-
post
daub
and
one
of
your
best
pictures
.
"
