Chapter 6
Beauty of Form and Beauty of MindTHERE was once a sculptor, named Alfred, who having won
the large gold medal and obtained a travelling scholarship, went to
Italy, and then came back to his native land. He was young at that
time—indeed, he is young still, although he is ten years older than
he was then. On his return, he went to visit one of the little
towns in the island of Zealand. The whole town knew who the
stranger was; and one of the richest men in the place gave a party
in his honor, and all who were of any consequence, or who possessed
some property, were invited. It was quite an event, and all the
town knew of it, so that it was not necessary to announce it by
beat of drum. Apprentice-boys, children of the poor, and even the
poor people themselves, stood befo
