1、Beauty of Form and Beauty of Mindby Hans Christian Andersen（1860）theRE was once a sculptor， named Alfred，who having won the large gold medal and obtained atravelling scholarship， went to Italy， and then cameback to his native land. He was young at that time-indeed， he is you
2、ng still， although he is ten yearsolder than he was then. On his return， he went tovisit one of the little towns in the island of Zealand.The whole town knew who the stranger was； andone of the richest men in the place gave a party in his honor， and all who were of anyconseq
3、uence， or who possessed some property， were invited. It was quite an event， andall the town knew of it， so that it was not necessary to announce it by beat of drum.Apprentice-boys， children of the poor， and even the poor people themselves， stood beforethe house， watching the
4、 lighted windows； and the watchman might easily fancy he was givinga party also， there were so many people in the streets. There was quite an air of festivityabout it， and the house was full of it； for Mr. Alfred， the sculptor， was there. He talkedand told anecdotes， and eve
5、ry one listened to him with pleasure， not unmingled with awe；but none felt so much respect for him as did the elderly widow of a naval officer. She seemed，so far as Mr. Alfred was concerned， to be like a piece of fresh blotting-paper that absorbedall he said and asked for mo
6、re. She was very appreciative， and incredibly ignorant—a kind offemale Gaspar Hauser. “I should like to see Rome，” she said；“it must be a lovely city， or so many foreignerswould not be constantly arriving there. Now， do give me a description of Rome. How doesthe city look w
7、hen you enter in at the gate？” “I cannot very well describe it，” said the sculptor；“but you enter on a large openspace， in the centre of which stands an obelisk， which is a thousand years old.” “An organist！” exclaimed the lady， who had never heard the word 'obelisk.' Seve
8、ral of theguests could scarcely forbear laughing， and the sculptor would ha
