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Show The Rembrandt Tricentennlal. 's"ii Tomorrow, the 15th of July, all Holland wlll' havo on gala attire. There will ho music and feasting and eloquence, and the orators will tell how, In the dim past, a child of Holland, who was the son of an humble miller, was given a brain that had within it all that was beautiful in art, and a hand so deft that it could transcribe tho pictures in the brain Into immortal tints on canvas. It will be the Rembrandt trl-centennlal; the three hundredth anniversary of the birth of ltem-brant ltem-brant van Rijn, Holland's greatest artist. , It was when art was in its decadence In Holland; when the world's social, political and- artistic center cen-ter was still in old Rome. But Rome was then living chiefly on past glories; glo-ries; the people had at heart degenerated; they clung to the old forms, but the face turned to the world was a painted face, and the wine drank was mingled with the lees of Immemorial vices. But Rembrandt was a true-souled Dutchman; ho loved his native land, and, moreover, he had the audacity of true genius and believed that it he could produce something lighted with diviner fires than anything in Rome, the world would note It and Rome would have to come to him rather than that he would have to go to Rome. He was born at a time when the treasures from tho new world had quickened the industries of Europe and given to property new values; when the newly rich tiad begun to appear, and when, aj has always been the case, the parvenues wore - willing to pay for what pleased them, or for what the select few declared "was the thing to buy." It was at a time, too, when a deep religious sentiment pervaded Holland, and the people delighted de-lighted in anything which served as an object lesson to mirror or exalt their faith. Hence, from the first Rembrandt was given to painting religious pictures, and so wonderful was his art that of one of his pictures Mussonier said: "Go and worship before the 'Disciple at Emmons.' Tho intensity of the sentiment will stir your inmost in-most soul. You need not bo a painter to feel it." Of the same picture Fromentin writes: "Has Christ over been imagined like this? In pilgrim's garb, pale, emaciated, tho traces of torture tor-ture still on his blackened Hps; tho groat, dark, gentle eyes widely opened and raised toward heaven; tho halo, a sort of phosphorescent light, enveloping him in an indefinable glory, and on his face tho inexplicable look of a living, breathing human being who has passed through death; the bearing, so impossible to describe, and assuredly impossible to copy, the intense feeling of tho face whore tho features are undefined and whore the expression is given by the movement of tho lips and by the look these things inspired one knows not whence and produced one knows not how are priceless." That man was an incessant worker. Ho produced pro-duced more than 1,600 works of art, every one a gem. Is it any wonder that the undemonstrative men of Holland feel their souls stirred as the trl-centennlal trl-centennlal of tho birth of this man draws near? Holland has produced many great men in all tho walks of life, but not ono has so added to her glory as Rombrant van Rijn. Not ono has given tho people so much instruction as he. Not ono piipittve such evidences as he that an angel, Jj" ' jflSHI jjnfijpse home Is where light Is born, descended to W ,'flflflj rae world and presn his signet on his baby lips, J 'flflflG and left in his soul the images of the pictures in .BfiB |