"
"Who were they?"
"They were a group of statuary, and a very strange one; executed, as
I first believed, in some kind of wax--but, pushing my researches
(for the thing interested me) I found the material to be a white
soapstone that crops out here and there in the crevices of our
serpentine. Indeed, I know to a foot the spot from which the
sculptor took it, close on two hundred years ago."
"It was of no great age, then?"
"No: and yet it bore all the marks of an immense age. For to begin
with, it had stood five-and-twenty years in this very garden, exposed
to all weathers, and the steatite (as they call it) is of all
substances the most friable--is, in fact, the stuff used by tailors
under the name of French chalk. Again, when, in 1719, my
predecessor, old Vicar Hichens, removed it to the church and set it
in the south aisle--or, at any rate, when he died and ceased to
protect it--the young men of the parish took to using it for a
hatstand, and also to carving their own and their sweethearts' names
upon it during sermon-time. The figures of the sculpture were two; a
youth and a maid, recumbent, and naked but for a web of drapery flung
across their middles; and they lay on a roughly carved rock, over
which the girl's locks as well as the drapery were made to hang limp,
as though dripping with water.
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