The great master opened the royal galleries to the youth, and cherished his studies.
MURILLO returned to his native city, where, from his obscurity, he had never been missed, having ever lived a retired life of silent labour; but this painter of nature returned to make the city which had not noticed his absence the theatre of his glory.
The same imperious impulse drove CALLOT, at the age of twelve years, from his father's roof.

His parents, from prejudices of birth, had conceived that the art of engraving was one beneath the studies of their son; but the boy had listened to stories of the miracles of Italian art, and with a curiosity predominant over any self-consideration, one morning the genius flew away.

Many days had not elapsed, when finding himself in the utmost distress, with a gang of gipsies he arrived at Florence.

A merchant of Nancy discovered him, and returned the reluctant boy of genius to his home.

Again he flies to Italy, and again his brother discovers him, and reconducts him to his parents.