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" How beautiful ! " they cried . " It is a great deal prettier than the statue that was broken . " When it was finished , the man carried it to its place . " The table will be handsomer by half than I ever hoped to make it , " he said . When the Count and his friends came in to dinner , the first thing they saw was the yellow lion . " What a beautiful work of art ! " they cried . " None but a very great artist could ever carve such a figure ; and how odd that he should choose to make it of butter ! " And then they asked the Count to tell them the name of the artist . " Truly , my friends , " he said , " this is as much of a surprise to me as to you . " And then he called to his head servant , and asked him where he had found so wonderful a statue . " It was carved only an hour ago by a little boy in the kitchen , " said the servant . This made the Count's friends wonder still more ; and the Count bade the servant call the boy into the room . " My lad , " he said , " you have done a piece of work of which the greatest artists would be proud . What is your name , and who is your teacher ? " " My name is Antonio Canova , " said the boy , " and I have had no teacher but my grandfather the stonecutter . " By this time all the guests had crowded around Antonio . There were famous artists among them , and they knew that the lad was a genius . They could not say enough in praise of his work ; and when at last they sat down at the table , nothing would please them but that Antonio should have a seat with them ; and the dinner was made a feast in his honor . The very next day the Count sent for Antonio to come and live with him . The best artists in the land were employed to teach him the art in which he had shown so much skill ; but now , instead of carving butter , he chiseled marble . In a few years , Antonio Canova became known as one of the greatest sculptors in the world . PICCIOLA . Many years ago there was a poor gentleman shut up in one of the great prisons of France . His name was Charney , and he was very sad and unhappy . He had been put into prison wrongfully , and it seemed to him as though there was no one in the world who cared for him . He could not read , for there were no books in the prison . He was not allowed to have pens or paper , and so he could not write . The time dragged slowly by . There was nothing that he could do to make the days seem shorter . His only pastime was walking back and forth in the paved prison yard . There was no work to be done , no one to talk with .
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