A Prayer For Bread.


"Washington Allston, who stood at the head of American artists a half

century ago, was, at one time, so reduced by poverty, that he locked his

studio, in London, one day, threw himself on his knees and prayed for a

loaf of bread for himself and wife. While thus engaged, a knock was

heard at the door, which the artist hastened to open. A stranger

inquired for Mr. Allston, and was anxious to know who was the fortunate

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chaser of the painting of the 'Angel Uriel,' which had won the prize

at the exhibition of the Royal Academy. He was told that it was not

sold. 'Where is it to be found?' 'In this very room,' said Allston,

producing a painting from a corner and wiping off the dust. 'It is for

sale, but its value has not been adequately appreciated, and I would not

part with it.' 'What is its price?' 'I have done affixing any nominal

sum. I have always so far exceeded any offers, I leave it to you to name

the price.' 'Will four hundred pounds be an adequate recompense?' 'It is

more than I ever asked for it.' 'Then the painting is mine,' said the

stranger, who introduced himself as the Marquis of Stafford, and, from

that time, became one of Mr. Allston's warmest friends and patrons."



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