THE COLOR LINE IN ART.--The Art Students’ League of New York recently admitted to its membership Mr. Geo. Alex. Bickles, a colored youth of nineteen years. He is the first colored student ever admitted to the League. A few of the students were inclined to be angry because he was admitted. They wanted to draw the color line. They tried to work up a feeling of antagonism against the management. They called a meeting of the students, introduced a series of resolutions against the admission of colored students, but they were ingloriously defeated. To add to their chagrin, they were informed that even had their resolutions passed, the management would have taken no notice of them. Mr. Bickles is a bright young man, who until recently was a stable boy at Islip, L.I. He has a remarkable talent for drawing and painting, and his sketches are to be found in many a home in that Long Island village. Several prominent Brooklyn gentlemen having summer residences at Islip, recognized the young man’s ability and urged him to quit the stable and study art. This is the reason why he is now a student of the Art League, and there is this to his credit, that he has been admitted to its membership upon the merit of his work. In addition to being a good painter, he is also a fine musician. * * * * * A German, who owned a large plantation and many slaves near Savannah, Ga., at his death manumitted his slaves. Some of them were his own children. Two of his boys he sent to Germany and had them thoroughly educated. It was the design of the planter to have his property go to his freed children, as they were the only children he had. The war came and the State confiscated the property. One of the boys has been for many years a missionary of the A. M. A. He spends half an hour daily teaching German to the daughter of a prominent white citizen. Our missionary writes: “Yesterday, while busy teaching this little one, a visitor looked in and asked the mother in German, ‘What are you doing?’ She replied, ‘My little daughter is taking lessons.’ Visitor said something about ‘nigger.’ The lady held up her hand, as the stranger drew back in the next room, and said to him, ‘That is the German translator.’ The visitor answered, ‘Is that the one?’ The conversation was now carried on in an undertone. Whenever I go to discharge my duty at the above mentioned house, I am kindly treated. Whenever I call on the German Lutheran minister, Dr. Bowman, of Savannah, he treats me with kindness and respect. The language of the visitor made little impression on me, for in Germany I have been taught to respect an honest man, not his color. The United States is a strange place.” * * * * *