l the doctors of
antiquity, one after another, in regular succession, from the first of
the tribe. When I last heard of his progress he was hard on the heels of
Hippocrates, but had no immediate prospect of tripping up his successor,
Is this the sort of occupation (I ask myself) in which a modern young
lady is likely to feel the slightest interest? Once again, clearly not.

Owen's favorite employment is, in its way, quite as characteristic as
Morgan's, and it has the great additional advantage of appealing to a
much larger variety of tastes. My eldest brother--great at drawing and
painting when he was a lad, always interested in artists and their
works in after life--has resumed, in his declining years, the holiday
occupation of his schoolboy days. As an amateur landscape-painter, he
works with more satisfaction to himself, uses more color, wears out
more brushes, and makes a greater smell of paint in his studio than any
artist by profession, native or foreign, whom I ever met with. In look,
in manner, and in disposition, the gentlest of mankind, Owen, by some
singular anomaly in his character, which he seems to have caught from
Morgan, glories placidly in the wildest and most frightful range of
subjects which his art is capable of representing. Immeasurable ruins,
in howling wildernesses, with blood-red sunsets gleaming over them;
thunder-clouds rent with lightning, hovering over splitting trees on
the verges of awful precipices; hurricanes, shipwrecks, waves, and
whirlpools follow each other on his canvas, without an intervening
glimpse of quiet everyday nature to relieve the succession of pictorial
horrors. When I see him at his easel, so neat and quiet, so unpretending
and modest in himself, with such a composed expression on his attentive
face, with such a weak white hand to guide such bold, big brushes, and
when I look at the frightful canvasful of terrors which he is serenely
aggravating in fierceness and intensity with every successive touch, I
find it difficult to realize the connection between my brother and his
work, though I see them before me not six inches apart. Will this quaint
spectacle possess any humorous attractions for Miss Jessie? Perhaps it
may. There is some slight chance that Owen's employment will be lucky
enough to interest her.

Thus far my morning cogitations advance doubtfully enough, but they
altogether fail in carrying me beyond the narrow circle of The Glen
Tower. I try hard, in our vis