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"
This
is
strange
,
"
cried
Copley
,
looking
him
in
the
face
,
which
now
,
as
the
painter
fancied
,
had
a
singular
depth
of
intelligence
,
though
hitherto
it
had
not
given
him
greatly
the
advantage
over
his
own
family
of
wooden
images
.
"
What
has
come
over
you
?
How
is
it
that
,
possessing
the
idea
which
you
have
now
uttered
,
you
should
produce
only
such
works
as
these
?
"
The
carver
smiled
,
but
made
no
reply
.
Copley
turned
again
to
the
images
,
conceiving
that
the
sense
of
deficiency
which
Drowne
had
just
expressed
,
and
which
is
so
rare
in
a
merely
mechanical
character
,
must
surely
imply
a
genius
,
the
tokens
of
which
had
heretofore
been
overlooked
.
But
no
;
there
was
not
a
trace
of
it
.
He
was
about
to
withdraw
when
his
eyes
chanced
to
fall
upon
a
half
-
developed
figure
which
lay
in
a
corner
of
the
workshop
,
surrounded
by
scattered
chips
of
oak
.
It
arrested
him
at
once
.
"
What
is
here
?
Who
has
done
this
?
"
he
broke
out
,
after
contemplating
it
in
speechless
astonishment
for
an
instant
.
"
Here
is
the
divine
,
the
lifegiving
touch
.
What
inspired
hand
is
beckoning
this
wood
to
arise
and
live
?
Whose
work
is
this
?
"
"
No
man
’
s
work
,
"
replied
Drowne
.
"
The
figure
lies
within
that
block
of
oak
,
and
it
is
my
business
to
find
it
.
"
"
Drowne
,
"
said
the
true
artist
,
grasping
the
carver
fervently
by
the
hand
,
"
you
are
a
man
of
genius
!
"
As
Copley
departed
,
happening
to
glance
backward
from
the
threshold
,
he
beheld
Drowne
bending
over
the
half
-
created
shape
,
and
stretching
forth
his
arms
as
if
he
would
have
embraced
and
drawn
it
to
his
heart
;
while
,
had
such
a
miracle
been
possible
,
his
countenance
expressed
passion
enough
to
communicate
warmth
and
sensibility
to
the
lifeless
oak
.
"
Strange
enough
!
"
said
the
artist
to
himself
.
"
Who
would
have
looked
for
a
modern
Pygmalion
in
the
person
of
a
Yankee
mechanic
!
"
As
yet
,
the
image
was
but
vague
in
its
outward
presentment
;
so
that
,
as
in
the
cloud
shapes
around
the
western
sun
,
the
observer
rather
felt
,
or
was
led
to
imagine
,
than
really
saw
what
was
intended
by
it
.
Day
by
day
,
however
,
the
work
assumed
greater
precision
,
and
settled
its
irregular
and
misty
outline
into
distincter
grace
and
beauty
.
The
general
design
was
now
obvious
to
the
common
eye
.
It
was
a
female
figure
,
in
what
appeared
to
be
a
foreign
dress
;
the
gown
being
laced
over
the
bosom
,
and
opening
in
front
so
as
to
disclose
a
skirt
or
petticoat
,
the
folds
and
inequalities
of
which
were
admirably
represented
in
the
oaken
substance
.
She
wore
a
hat
of
singular
gracefulness
,
and
abundantly
laden
with
flowers
,
such
as
never
grew
in
the
rude
soil
of
New
England
,
but
which
,
with
all
their
fanciful
luxuriance
,
had
a
natural
truth
that
it
seemed
impossible
for
the
most
fertile
imagination
to
have
attained
without
copying
from
real
prototypes
.
There
were
several
little
appendages
to
this
dress
,
such
as
a
fan
,
a
pair
of
earrings
,
a
chain
about
the
neck
,
a
watch
in
the
bosom
,
and
a
ring
upon
the
finger
,
all
of
which
would
have
been
deemed
beneath
the
dignity
of
sculpture
.
They
were
put
on
,
however
,
with
as
much
taste
as
a
lovely
woman
might
have
shown
in
her
attire
,
and
could
therefore
have
shocked
none
but
a
judgment
spoiled
by
artistic
rules
.
