Two years later she completed “Oenone,” made for Mr. Crow of St. Louis.  It is the full-length figure of the beautiful nymph of Mount Ida.  The story is a familiar one.  Before the birth of Paris, the son of Priam, it was foretold that he by his imprudence should cause the destruction of Troy.  His father gave orders for him to be put to death, but possibly through the fondness of his mother, he was spared, and carried to Mount Ida, where he was brought up by the shepherds, and finally married Oenone.  In time he became known to his family, who forgot the prophecy and cordially received him.  For a decision in favor of Venus he was promised the most beautiful woman in the world for his wife.  Forgetting Oenone, he fell in love with the beautiful Helen, already the wife of Menelaus, and persuaded her to fly with him to Troy, to his father’s court.  War resulted.  When he found himself dying of his wounds, he fled to Oenone for help, but died just as he came into her presence.  She bathed the body with her tears, and stabbed herself to the heart, a very foolish act for so faithless a man.  Miss Hosmer represents her as a beautiful shepherdess, bowed with grief from her desertion.

This work was so much liked in America, that the St. Louis Mercantile Library made a liberal offer for some other statue.  Accordingly, two years after, “Beatrice Cenci” was sent.  The noble girl lies asleep, the night before her execution, after the terrible torture.  “It was,” says Mrs. Child, “the sleep of a body worn out with the wretchedness of the soul.  On that innocent face suffering had left its traces.  The arm that had been tossing in the grief tempest, had fallen heavily, too weary to change itself into a more easy position.  Those large eyes, now so closely veiled by their swollen lids, had evidently wept till the fountain of tears was dry.  That lovely mouth was still the open portal of a sigh, which the mastery of sleep had left no time to close.”

To make this natural, the sculptor caused several models to go to sleep in her studio, that she might study them.  Gibson is said to have remarked upon seeing this, “I can teach her nothing.”  This was also exhibited in London and in several American cities.

For three years she had worked continuously, not leaving Rome even in the hot, unhealthy summers.  She had said, “I will not be an amateur; I will work as if I had to earn my daily bread.”  However, as her health seemed somewhat impaired, at her father’s earnest wish, she had decided to go to England for the season.  Her trunks were packed, and she was ready to start, when lo! a message came that Dr. Hosmer had lost his property, that he could send her no more money, and suggested that she return home at once.

At first she seemed overwhelmed; then she said firmly, “I cannot go back, and give up my art.”  Her trunks were at once unpacked and a cheap room rented.  Her handsome horse and saddle were sold, and she was now to work indeed “as if she earned her daily bread.”