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And
there
he
sat
,
in
strange
despair
,
until
his
lamp
flickered
in
the
socket
and
left
the
Artist
of
the
Beautiful
in
darkness
.
Thus
it
is
that
ideas
,
which
grow
up
within
the
imagination
and
appear
so
lovely
to
it
and
of
a
value
beyond
whatever
men
call
valuable
,
are
exposed
to
be
shattered
and
annihilated
by
contact
with
the
practical
.
It
is
requisite
for
the
ideal
artist
to
possess
a
force
of
character
that
seems
hardly
compatible
with
its
delicacy
;
he
must
keep
his
faith
in
himself
while
the
incredulous
world
assails
him
with
its
utter
disbelief
;
he
must
stand
up
against
mankind
and
be
his
own
sole
disciple
,
both
as
respects
his
genius
and
the
objects
to
which
it
is
directed
.
For
a
time
Owen
Warland
succumbed
to
this
severe
but
inevitable
test
.
He
spent
a
few
sluggish
weeks
with
his
head
so
continually
resting
in
his
hands
that
the
towns
-
people
had
scarcely
an
opportunity
to
see
his
countenance
.
When
at
last
it
was
again
uplifted
to
the
light
of
day
,
a
cold
,
dull
,
nameless
change
was
perceptible
upon
it
.
In
the
opinion
of
Peter
Hovenden
,
however
,
and
that
order
of
sagacious
understandings
who
think
that
life
should
be
regulated
,
like
clockwork
,
with
leaden
weights
,
the
alteration
was
entirely
for
the
better
.
Owen
now
,
indeed
,
applied
himself
to
business
with
dogged
industry
.
It
was
marvellous
to
witness
the
obtuse
gravity
with
which
he
would
inspect
the
wheels
of
a
great
old
silver
watch
thereby
delighting
the
owner
,
in
whose
fob
it
had
been
worn
till
he
deemed
it
a
portion
of
his
own
life
,
and
was
accordingly
jealous
of
its
treatment
.
In
consequence
of
the
good
report
thus
acquired
,
Owen
Warland
was
invited
by
the
proper
authorities
to
regulate
the
clock
in
the
church
steeple
.
He
succeeded
so
admirably
in
this
matter
of
public
interest
that
the
merchants
gruffly
acknowledged
his
merits
on
’
Change
;
the
nurse
whispered
his
praises
as
she
gave
the
potion
in
the
sick
-
chamber
;
the
lover
blessed
him
at
the
hour
of
appointed
interview
;
and
the
town
in
general
thanked
Owen
for
the
punctuality
of
dinner
time
.
In
a
word
,
the
heavy
weight
upon
his
spirits
kept
everything
in
order
,
not
merely
within
his
own
system
,
but
wheresoever
the
iron
accents
of
the
church
clock
were
audible
.
It
was
a
circumstance
,
though
minute
,
yet
characteristic
of
his
present
state
,
that
,
when
employed
to
engrave
names
or
initials
on
silver
spoons
,
he
now
wrote
the
requisite
letters
in
the
plainest
possible
style
,
omitting
a
variety
of
fanciful
flourishes
that
had
heretofore
distinguished
his
work
in
this
kind
.
One
day
,
during
the
era
of
this
happy
transformation
,
old
Peter
Hovenden
came
to
visit
his
former
apprentice
.
"
Well
,
Owen
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
such
good
accounts
of
you
from
all
quarters
,
and
especially
from
the
town
clock
yonder
,
which
speaks
in
your
commendation
every
hour
of
the
twenty
-
four
.
Only
get
rid
altogether
of
your
nonsensical
trash
about
the
beautiful
,
which
I
nor
nobody
else
,
nor
yourself
to
boot
,
could
ever
understand
,
—
only
free
yourself
of
that
,
and
your
success
in
life
is
as
sure
as
daylight
.
Why
,
if
you
go
on
in
this
way
,
I
should
even
venture
to
let
you
doctor
this
precious
old
watch
of
mine
;
though
,
except
my
daughter
Annie
,
I
have
nothing
else
so
valuable
in
the
world
.
"
"
I
should
hardly
dare
touch
it
,
sir
,
"
replied
Owen
,
in
a
depressed
tone
;
for
he
was
weighed
down
by
his
old
master
’
s
presence
.
"
In
time
,
"
said
the
latter
,
—
"
In
time
,
you
will
be
capable
of
it
.
"
The
old
watchmaker
,
with
the
freedom
naturally
consequent
on
his
former
authority
,
went
on
inspecting
the
work
which
Owen
had
in
hand
at
the
moment
,
together
with
other
matters
that
were
in
progress
.
The
artist
,
meanwhile
,
could
scarcely
lift
his
head
.
There
was
nothing
so
antipodal
to
his
nature
as
this
man
’
s
cold
,
unimaginative
sagacity
,
by
contact
with
which
everything
was
converted
into
a
dream
except
the
densest
matter
of
the
physical
world
.
Owen
groaned
in
spirit
and
prayed
fervently
to
be
delivered
from
him
.
