"Any one can see by the attitude
of that hand, by the starting veins and the wrinkles that the woman
has gone through a life of labor. Well, she does not occupy the whole
of the picture. You see before you a tired-out worker. Don't be so
unhappy about her. Look up a little higher in the picture. Observe for
yourself that her toils are ended."
"Who is that other figure?" said Priscilla. "A woman too, but young
and strong. How glad she looks and how kind. She is carrying a little
child in her arms. Who is she? What does she mean?"
"That woman, so grand and strong, represents Death, but not under the
old metaphor. She comes with renewed life-- the child is the type of
that-- she comes as a deliverer. See, she is touching that poor
worn-out creature, who is so tired that she can scarcely hold her head
up again. Death, with a new aspect and a new, grand strength in her
face is saying to this woman, 'Come with me now to your rest. It is
all over,' Death says: all the trouble and perplexity and strife. Come
away with me and rest. The name of that picture is 'The Deliverer.' It
is the work of a painter who can preach a sermon, write a book,
deliver an oration and sing a song all through the medium of his
brush. I won't trouble you with his name just now.
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