ed sometimes "Teenty-Taunty." Her head is full of fairy-lore, and
when she tumbles into the water one day, she dreams in her swoon of
Fairy-Land and the wonders thereof, of a bunch of forget-me-nots she was
to keep alive if she would have her mother live, and so many other
marvellous things, that her distressed father opines that "the poor
child would be rational enough, if she had not read so many
fairy-books."--John Neal, _Goody Gracious and the Forget-me-not_ (183-).

=Paget= (_The Lady_), one of the ladies of the bedchamber in Queen
Elizabeth's court.--Sir W. Scott, _Kenilworth_ (time, Elizabeth).

_Paine_[TN-59] (_Squire_). "Hard-headed, hard fe'tured Yankee," whose
conversion to humanity and Christianity is effected by Roxanna Keep.

She "drilled the hole, an' put in the powder of the Word, an'
tamped it down with some pretty stiff facts ... but _the Lord fired
the blast Himself_."--Rose Terry Cooke, _Somebody's Neighbors_
(1881).

=Painter of Nature.= Remi Belleau, one of the Pleiad poets, is so called
(1528-1577).

_The Shepheardes Calendar_, by Spenser, is largely borrowed from
Belleau's _Song of April_.

=Painter of the Graces.= Andrea Appiani (1754-1817).

=Painters.=

_A Bee._ Quentin Matsys, the Dutch painter, painted a bee so well that
the artist Mandyn thought it a real bee, and proceeded to brush it away
with his handkerchief (1450-1529).

_A Cow._ Myro carved a cow so true to nature that bulls mistook it for a
living animal (B.C. 431).

_A Curtain._ Parrhasios painted a curtain so admirably that even Zeuxis,
the artist, mistook it for real drapery (B.C. 400).

_A Fly._ George Alexander Stevens says, in his _Lectures on Heads_:

I have heard of a connoisseur who was one day in an auction-room
where there was an inimitable piece of painting of fruits and
flowers. The connoisseur would not give his opinion of the picture
till he had first examined the catalogue; and, finding it was done
by an Englishman, he pulled out his eye-glass. "Oh, sir," says he,
"those English fellows have no more idea of genius than a Dutch
skipper has of dancing a cotillion. The dog has spoiled a fine
piece of canvas; he is worse than a Harp Alley signpost dauber.
There's no keeping, no perspective, no foreground. Why, there now,
the fellow has actually attempted to paint a fly upon that rosebud.
Why, it is no more like a fly than I am