Mebby if you should try to make a few halos you'd speak better of 'em." I often think this in the presence of critics, mebby if they should lay holt and paint a few picters, they wouldn't find fault with 'em so glib.
It looks real mean to me to see folks find so much fault with what they can't do half so well themselves.
Then there wuz the wimmen at the tomb of the Christ.

The door is open, the Angel is begenin' for 'em to enter.
In the faces of them weepin', waitin' wimmen is depictered the very height and depth of sorrow.

You can't see the face of one on 'em, but her poster gives the impression of absolute grief and loss.
The quiverin' lips seems formin' the words--"Farwell, farwell, best beloved." Deathless love shines through the eyes streamin' with tears.
In the British section there wuz one picter that struck such a deep blow onto my heart that its strings hain't got over vibratin' still.
They send back some of them deep, thrillin' echoes every time I think on't in the day-time or wake up in the night and think on't.
It wuz "Love and Death," and wuz painted by Mr.Watts, of London.
It showed a home where Love had made its sweet restin'-place--vines grew up round the pleasant door-way, emblematic of how the heart's deep affection twined round the spot.
But in the door-way stood a mighty form, veiled and shadowy, but relentless.

It has torn the vines down, they lay witherin' at its feet.
It wuz bound to enter.
Though you couldn't see the face of this veiled shape, a mysterious, dretful atmosphere darkened and surrounded it, and you knew that its name wuz Death.
Love stood in the door-way, vainly a-tryin' to keep it out, but you could see plain how its pleadin', implorin' hand, extended out a-tryin' to push the figger away, wuz a-goin' to be swept aside by the inexorable, silent shape.
Death when he goes up on a door-step and pauses before a door has got to enter, and Love can't push it away.

No, it can only git its wings torn off and trompled on in the vain effort.
It wuz a dretful impressive picter, one that can't be forgot while life remains.
On the opposite wall wuz Crane's noble picter, "Freedom;" I stood before that for some time nearly lost and by the side of myself.