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decrees reality out of chaos。
Without imagination what a poor thing my world would be！ My garden would
be a silent patch of earth strewn with sticks of a variety of shapes and
smells。 But when the eye of my mind is opened to its beauty； the bare
ground brightens beneath my feet； and the hedge…row bursts into leaf；
and the rose…tree shakes its fragrance everywhere。 I know how budding
trees look； and I enter into the amorous joy of the mating birds； and
this is the miracle of imagination。
Twofold is the miracle when； through my fingers； my imagination reaches
forth and meets the imagination of an artist which he has embodied in a
sculptured form。 Although； pared with the life…warm； mobile face of a
friend； the marble is cold and pulseless and unresponsive； yet it is
beautiful to my hand。 Its flowing curves and bendings are a real
pleasure； only breath is wanting； but under the spell of the imagination
the marble thrills and bees the divine reality of the ideal。
Imagination puts a sentiment into every line and curve； and the statue
in my touch is indeed the goddess herself who breathes and moves and
enchants。
It is true； however； that some sculptures； even recognized masterpieces；
do not please my hand。 When I touch what there is of the Winged Victory；
it reminds me at first of a headless； limbless dream that flies towards
me in an unrestful sleep。 The garments of the Victory thrust stiffly out
behind； and do not resemble garments that I have felt flying；
fluttering； folding； spreading in the wind。 But imagination fulfils
these imperfections； and straightway the Victory bees a powerful and
spirited figure with the sweep of sea…winds in her robes and the
splendour of conquest in her wings。
I find in a beautiful statue perfection of bodily form； the qualities of
balance and pleteness。 The Minerva； hung with a web of poetical
allusion； gives me a sense of exhilaration that is almost physical； and
I like the luxuriant； wavy hair of Bacchus and Apollo； and the wreath of
ivy； so suggestive of pagan holidays。
So imagination crowns the experience of my hands。 And they learned their
cunning from the wise hand of another； which； itself guided by
imagination； led me safely in paths that I knew not； made darkness light
before me； and made crooked ways straight。
THE HANDS OF OTHERS
II
THE HANDS OF OTHERS
THE warmth and protectiveness of the hand are most homefelt to me who
have always looked to it for aid and joy。 I understand perfectly how the
Psalmist can lift up his voice with strength and gladness； singing； 〃I
put my trust in the Lord at all times； and his hand shall uphold me； and
I shall dwell in safety。〃 In the strength of the human hand； too； there
is something divine。 I am told that the glance of a beloved eye thrills
one from a distance； but there is no distance in the touch of a beloved
hand。 Even the letters I receive are……
Kind letters that betray the heart's deep history；
In which we feel the presence of a hand。
It is interesting to observe the differences in the hands of people。
They show all kinds of vitality； energy； stillness； and cordiality。 I
never realized how living the hand is until I saw those chill plaster
images in Mr。 Hutton's collection of casts。 The hand I know in life has
the fullness of blood in its veins； and is elastic with spirit。 How
different dear Mr。 Hutton's hand was from its dull； insensate image！ To
me the cast lacks the very form of the hand。 Of the many casts in Mr。
Hutton's collection I did not recognize any； not even my own。 But a
loving hand I never forget。 I remember in my fingers the large hands of
Bishop Brooks； brimful of tenderness and a strong man's joy。 If you were
deaf and blind； and could have held Mr。 Jefferson's hand； you would have
seen in it a face and heard a kind voice unlike any other you have
known。 Mark Twain's hand is full of whimsies and the drollest humours；
and while you hold it the drollery changes to sympathy and championship。
＇Illustration： Copyright； 1907； by the Whitman Studio
The Medallion
The bas…relief on the wall is a portrait of the Queen Dowager of Spain；
which Her Majesty had made for Miss Keller
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I am told that the words I have just written do not 〃describe〃 the hands
of my friends； but merely endow them with the kindly human qualities
which I know they possess； and which language conveys in abstract words。
The criticism implies that I am not giving the primary truth of what I
feel； but how otherwise do descriptions in books I read； written by men
who can see； render the visible look of a face？ I read that a face is
strong； gentle； that it is full of patience； of intellect； that it is
fine； sweet； noble； beautiful。 Have I not the same right to use these
words in describing what I feel as you have in describing what you see？
They express truly what I feel in the hand。 I am seldom conscious of
physical qualities； and I do not remember whether the fingers of a hand
are short or long； or the skin is moist or dry。 No more can you； without
conscious effort； recall the details of a face； even when you have seen
it many times。 If you do recall the features； and say that an eye is
blue； a chin sharp； a nose short； or a cheek sunken； I fancy that you do
not succeed well in giving the impression of the person；……not so well
as when you interpret at once to the heart the essential moral qualities
of the face……its humour； gravity； sadness； spirituality。 If I should
tell you in physical terms how a hand feels； you would be no wiser for
my account than a blind man to whom you describe a face in detail。
Remember that when a blind man recovers his sight； he does not recognize
the monest thing that has been familiar to his touch； the dearest
face intimate to his fingers； and it does not help him at all that
things and people have been described to him again and again。 So you；
who are untrained of touch； do not recognize a hand by the grasp； and
so； too； any description I might give would fail to make you acquainted
with a friendly hand which my fingers have often folded about； and
which my affection translate