She must leave home, she must live where art could live.

She might model her busts in the clay of her own soil, but who should follow out in marble the delicate thought which the clay expressed?
The workmen of Massachusetts tended the looms, built the railroads, and read the newspapers.

The hard-handed men of Italy worked in marble from the designs put before them; one copied the leaves which the sculptor threw into the wreaths around the brows of his heroes; another turned with his tool the folds of the drapery; another wrought up the delicate tissues of the flesh; none of them dreamed of ideas: they were copyists,--the very hand-work that her head needed.
"And to Italy she went.

For her school she sought the studio of Gibson--the greatest sculptor of the time.
"She resolved 'To scorn delights and live laborious days;' and there she has lived and worked for years.
"She fashions the clay to her ideal--every little touch of her fingers in the clay is a thought; she thinks in clay.
"The model finished and cast in the dull, hard, inexpressive plaster, she stands by the workmen while they put it into the marble.

She must watch them, for a touch of the tool in the wrong place might alter the whole expression of the face, as a wrong accent in the reader will spoil a line of poetry.
"COLLEGIO ROMANO; SECCHI.