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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75265 ***
+
+
+
+
+
+Notes on the Royal Academy Exhibition, 1868
+
+
+
+
+_PRICE, ONE SHILLING._
+
+
+ NOTES ON THE
+ ROYAL ACADEMY
+ EXHIBITION, 1868.
+
+ Part I., by
+ Wm. Michael Rossetti.
+
+ Part II., by
+ Algernon C. Swinburne.
+
+ LONDON:
+ JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN PICCADILLY.
+
+(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)
+
+
+
+
+BY HER MAJESTY’S ROYAL LETTERS PATENT.
+
+BRYANT & MAY’S
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+LIGHT ONLY ON THE BOX.
+
+
+
+
+NOTES ON THE ROYAL ACADEMY EXHIBITION, 1868.
+
+ PART I. BY
+ WM. MICHAEL ROSSETTI.
+
+ PART II. BY
+ ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE.
+
+ “Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope.”--SHAKSPEARE.
+
+ LONDON:
+ JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, PICCADILLY.
+
+ (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)
+
+
+
+
+The reader of this pamphlet will be apt to understand, from its very
+arrangement, the fact that each of the writers speaks solely for
+himself. Each chooses his own point of view, and expresses his own
+opinion, and in his own way. If the opinions happen to diverge, it will
+be for the reader to select, as he pleases, either or neither.
+
+ A. C. S.
+ W. M. R.
+
+
+
+
+A person who undertakes to express to the public his opinion of any
+such Exhibition as that of the Royal Academy is not unreasonably liable
+to the imputation of presumption. For that imputation I am prepared; I
+admit it to be, within certain limits, just; and must bear it as I may.
+
+But there are two forms of possible and probable censure which I should
+respectfully decline to accept as well bestowed.
+
+The first is censure of a signed critical pamphlet, _rather than_
+an unsigned newspaper or review article. The pamphlet expresses the
+opinion of an individual: the article does or ought to do the same. So
+far they stand on the same ground; anything which may be presumption
+in the first is presumption in the second also. The difference is that
+the first does, while the second does not, lay bare the writer to the
+retorts of any person who may hold himself aggrieved: that may be more
+open, more equitable, and more bold, but it is not more presumptuous.
+
+The second form of misleading censure is that which makes a point of
+reprobating omissions. The limits of this pamphlet, as to dimensions
+and as to the time and facilities available for its preparation and
+composition, are manifestly narrow. All that the writer professes is to
+say straightforwardly whatever he does say: he by no means implies that
+nothing else remains to be noted concerning the works of art commented
+upon, nor that the works wholly omitted are undeserving of mention.
+If anybody, therefore, tells me that the picture of A, of which
+this pamphlet says nothing, merits criticism, or that the picture of
+B, praised for colour, claims praise on the score of drawing also,
+I shall have no difficulty in admitting the probable correctness of
+these remarks; but, if he adds that I am blameable for the omissions, I
+shall feel entitled to reply that A’s picture and B’s draughtsmanship
+were not in the bond. What _is_ in the bond is liberty of selection
+and candour of statement on my part: if my selection is stupid, or my
+statement unfair or erroneous, be that the charge. Let the censure
+concern itself with something wrong that _is_ done; not with something
+right that might have been done.
+
+ W. M. R.
+
+
+
+
+ROYAL ACADEMY EXHIBITION, 1868.
+
+_PART I._
+
+
+Some twenty years and more ago, the ingrained fault of the British
+School of Painting was that it painted flimsy pictures. They were not
+exactly sketchy, having little of either the merits or defects proper
+to the phase of art termed sketching: pictures they were, but flimsy
+pictures. Then came the thick-and-thin revolution of Præraphaelitism;
+which aimed at treating substantial subjects, thinking them out deeply,
+and painting them with abnormal thoroughness. That revolution scarcely
+exists now otherwise than in its results: certain works executed
+according to the principle in question, and representing it; many
+others parodying or maiming the principle, and traducing it; a vast
+number of works, still in course of active production, which owe their
+genesis to the principle, but have metamorphosed it beyond recognition.
+So that now we have come round to a condition of the school more
+analogous to that of twenty years ago: only that the present staple
+product is, instead of flimsy pictures, works executed with a valuable
+reserve-fund of knowledge, efficiency, and material, but in the feeling
+and with the aim proper to sketches. Critics have long been beseeching
+for “breadth.” That is now supplied to them in handsome measure; but
+it is found that breadth, like frittering, may overlie a considerable
+surface of commonplace and inanity. The very skill of our current
+generation of painters is one of their chief perils; for it enables
+them to indicate with ease, and often indeed with mastery, what less
+dexterity could only strive for with labour. Rapid gains and the tumult
+of competition conduce towards the same result. The upshot, to some
+critics, is, in the present Academy exhibition, a sense of no little
+dissatisfaction, mingled with unstinted recognition of telling and
+well-diffused ability. One perceives that many artists can now do a
+good deal, if they choose; but the more sound one sees the attainments
+of the painter himself to be, the less one is disposed to accept with
+implicit faith the rather cheap outcome of those attainments. Sketches
+may be excellent things, and they testify to the ready availability of
+the artist’s gifts: but sketches magnified into pictures cloy upon one.
+They betray in especial a self-complacent unconcern for higher efforts.
+In general character the present Academy exhibition, the hundredth of
+the series, is very like that of 1867: that was a particularly clever
+display, according to its own standard, and this perhaps is nearly on a
+par with it.[A]
+
+ [A] To estimate the comparative merits of successive Exhibitions
+ is always to me a difficult matter. The sentence in the text
+ expresses what I felt about the present Academy show while I
+ was in the rooms and as I began writing; but, on treating of
+ the pictures individually, I so often have to say that some
+ painter is this year quite at his best that I infer the
+ display of 1868 may probably be fully as good as that of
+ 1867. I leave the text, however, unaltered, as faithful to a
+ general impression.
+
+With these few remarks, I turn at once to the walls, and begin with--
+
+6. MILLAIS--_Sisters._--It is a great satisfaction to find Mr. Millais
+in force this year--in very superior force, for instance, to what
+he displayed last year. This group of three girlish sisters--the
+painter’s daughters--shows him in pure, unforced, untrammelled
+possession of his mastery throughout. The arrangement of the group is
+so far artificial that one clearly perceives the sisters are posing
+for their portraits: no effort is made to disguise this fact, and it
+cannot, I think, be counted as a blemish--rather as one legitimate
+method of portrait-painting, though not so popular now as the contrary
+scheme. All the three girls are dressed in white muslin, with azure
+ribbons, and hair combed out. The background is composed of azaleas,
+which, in the left-hand[B] corner of the picture, seem to change from
+crimson-pink to vermilion-pink; but the latter colour is scrubbed about
+with no appreciable traces of form.
+
+ [B] “Left-hand” and “right-hand,” in this pamphlet, will always be
+ used to designate the portions of the pictures opposite to the
+ _spectator’s_ left and right respectively.
+
+10. LEYS--_La Famille Pallavicini de Gênes réclamant le droit de
+Bourgeoisie des Bourgmestres et Echevins de la Ville d’Anvers,
+1542._--When our Royal Academy is honoured by a contribution from one
+of the first magnates of European art, it becomes us to accept his
+work in a spirit of gratitude, with much desire to study, and very
+little to cavil. It is by way of study that I venture to note some
+of the leading characteristics of that mediæval style which has made
+Baron Leys famous throughout the civilized world. 1st. He identifies
+himself with the period he paints--not only in a general way, as a
+good scholar might do, but especially in respect of its concerted
+outer demonstrations, and its social aspects, and this with all the
+more zest when a spice of patriotism is involved. 2nd. Working from
+this solid basis of mediævalism, he is never afraid of individualizing
+his personages to the very uttermost: they are actual men and women
+whom he might--and for anything I know does--pick up in the streets of
+modern Belgium. An extreme instance appears in the present picture,
+in the furthest right-hand figure, whose portrait-like aspect is
+unmistakeable. This, however, being an obviously modern head, differs
+from the generality--which, with their personal actuality, are somehow
+_projected back_, by the imagination and skill of the painter, into
+the mediæval period, and thus come to be even more like what one
+conceives of the sixteenth than what one knows of the nineteenth
+century. Hence an air of startling realism: the personages are as real
+as if they were painted in coats and trowsers; and the mediævalism
+is as real as any modern man can make it. The very uncouthness and
+hard-featuredness of the figures is a powerful element in this realism:
+it looks as if the painter had seen them actually there, and depicted
+them as in duty bound--had he been selecting, one would expect more
+of positive beauty or semi-idealism. 3rd. Baron Leys paints with a
+remarkable mixture of force and slightness, detail and unfinish. He
+gives an extraordinary number of items, and with singular strength of
+definition, yet with little that can, on close inspection, be called
+elaboration. Everything is done so as to solicit the eye at a little
+distance, and up to a certain point to satisfy, never to satiate it.
+The style of execution has even a good deal that might be termed rough
+and ready; and (what is of great importance) it is quite unlike any
+handiwork of the Middle Ages themselves. Moreover, the painter (in the
+present phase of his style) very seldom gives any mere _accidents_ of
+light and shade--direct or flickering sunshine, contrasts of natural
+and artificial light, or the like. It may seem fanciful to say that
+this also subserves the historical impression; and yet I think it
+does so powerfully--the scenes and the actors in them tell upon the
+mind, through the eye, as having passed out of the momentary into the
+permanent--out of the region of chance and change into that dim lumour
+and remote subsistency of the past. Having said thus much, by way of
+study, of Baron Leys’s pictures in general, I shall not endeavour to
+analyse the particular work before us. It is a _replica_ of one of his
+frescoes in the Townhall of Antwerp, and illustrates the value which
+distinguished foreigners were wont to set upon the right of citizenship
+in that great commercial and privileged city. It is to be regarded as
+an important and excellent specimen of the master, though some others
+might deserve the preference in point of executive completeness.
+
+17. LINNELL, SEN.--_English Woodlands._--A very characteristic and
+fine example of the painter’s style: one might use it as a text-book
+wherefrom to develope his specialties in the English school of
+landscape.
+
+30. WATTS--_Landscape, Evening._--A small work, but conspicuous by its
+broad, strong colour, very warm and mellow: it has power both of hand
+and of sentiment. The sky is especially luminous.
+
+44. HEMY--_Tête de Flandre, near Antwerp._--There is a great deal of
+space in this picture: and the tone of green-grey colour is finely felt
+and solidly sustained. A sense of the ripple in the estuary is given
+by a curious sort of sleight of hand--an actual ridging or rucking in
+the surface of the paint.
+
+52. COPE--_The Life’s Story._--This is the subject of Othello relating
+his adventures to Brabantio and Desdemona. The lady hangs upon the
+words of the Moor with a demonstrative interest that fully justified
+his inference that she must be in love with him. The picture cannot, I
+think, be counted among Mr. Cope’s successes.
+
+64. GRANT--_The Duke of Cambridge at the Battle of the Alma, leading
+the Guards up the Hill in support of the Light Division._--The weak
+point of this picture is the isolated figure of the Duke himself, which
+has more the character of a likeness by a portrait-painter than of a
+leading agent in the event. The Guards in the foreground are happily
+treated; with sufficient individuality in the several figures, not made
+singly over-prominent. The general execution is not unlike that of Sir
+Edwin Landseer; which is as much as to say that it has uncommon ability.
+
+70. MILLAIS--_Rosalind and Celia._--A picture full of sunny light and
+masterly celerity of execution. The faces have great sentiment, and
+ample charm of beauty: the confiding self-subordinating character of
+Celia speaks in the lines of her mouth. Touchstone is older than one
+would infer from the drama. It is a pity that Mr. Millais did not set
+himself to reflect what Rosalind would probably have done with her hair
+and costume in order to sustain the disguise of a young man. The upper
+portion of the dress is absurdly feminine, and hardly recedes even
+from the nineteenth century. On the stage one pardons the paraded sex
+of the actress--it is partly unavoidable, and partly a device of her
+profession: but in a picture one fairly expects a greater conformity to
+the common sense of the situation. Mr. Millais, however, never _will_
+pay any attention to his costume. With all the signal merits of the
+execution, the texture is not free from woolliness.
+
+87. FRITH--_Before dinner at Boswell’s Lodgings in Bond Street, 1769:
+present, Johnson, Garrick, Goldsmith, Reynolds, Murphy, Bickerstaff,
+Davies, and Boswell._--We have heard only too often about Goldsmith’s
+“bloom-coloured coat.” This is the scene of its exhibition before
+Boswell’s guests. The picture may be termed a self-respecting one:
+the humours of the personages and the incident are indicated without
+being made to stare one out of countenance. _Per contra_, it must be
+said that strength is deficient throughout: common weakish mouths
+prevail in this distinguished company. Goldsmith and Reynolds are
+indifferent likenesses; and Johnson’s clothes fit almost as accurately
+as Goldsmith’s.
+
+123. EDWIN LANDSEER--_Rent-Day in the Wilderness._--“After the defeat
+of the Stuart army in 1715, at Sheriff Muir, Colonel Donald Murchison,
+to whom the Earl of Seaforth confided his confiscated estates in
+Ross-shire, defended them for ten years, and regularly transmitted the
+rents to his attainted and exiled chief.” The picture shows the rent
+being thus collected under difficulties. A bearded clansman, attended
+by his daughter, is in the act of paying; a friar kneels close beside
+Colonel Murchison; and a number of other Highlanders have assembled
+for the occasion. This large and crowded picture has a peculiar look,
+in consequence of the stealthy and crouching action of most of the
+figures: they are keeping close amid the brushwood on one side of
+Loch Affric, while some of the Government soldiers are patrolling the
+opposite bank. The work has thus--besides the generic merits which any
+large painting by Sir Edwin Landseer is sure to possess--plenty that is
+both peculiar and interesting, not unmingled with a certain impression
+of discomfort.
+
+138. HERBERT--_The Valley of Moses in the Desert of Sinai._--This
+picture (as Mr. Herbert is stated never to have been in the East) is
+somewhat noticeable in point of eclectic, and at the same time diluted,
+study. The light and tone are agreeable, and free from that hardness
+which besets many Eastern pictures; but, on observing the comparative
+faintness of the shadows upon the blazing sands, one sees at once that
+the avoidance of hardness has involved some sacrifice of truth.
+
+150. WARD--_Royal Marriage, 1477._--The detestable humbug of a sham
+contemporary “MS.” is resorted to for the purpose of informing the
+reader of the Academy catalogue that this painting represents the
+marriage of the Duke of York, aged four, son of Edward IV., to
+Lady Anne Mowbray, aged three. A bishop of almost decrepit old age
+officiates, and Gloucester is naturally made a prominent witness. Mr.
+Ward’s style of painting, chiaroscuro, and handling, is universally
+known; it may be termed the overblown style, with about as much
+retirement and repose as a peony the hour before it falls to pieces.
+But this should not blind us to his solid merits of thought and
+invention, always exercised in a direction which tells with the public,
+and for the most part felicitously in other respects as well. The
+present picture is an instance. Besides any amount of fine dresses and
+demonstrative infancy, it boasts a power of association which must
+take hold of every spectator: the infant bridal, the gorgeous dawn
+of promise to the little sons of King Edward, and the crash of fate
+reserved for them within the cerebral convolutions of the future King
+Richard. We may afford, while we are about it, to recollect that this
+effective subject pertains by right of priority to Mr. Houghton, who
+designed it for a woodcut.
+
+167. FRITH--_Sterne and the French Innkeeper’s Daughter._--The
+imperfectly Reverend Mr. Sterne is looking at the damsel as she knits
+a stocking, and pondering upon its neat adjustment to the shape of her
+leg. On general grounds much the same may be said of this picture as
+of No. 87: both are superior examples of the easy certainty with which
+Mr. Frith can strike the key he wants, just as loud as he wishes it,
+and no louder. Sterne (as Goldsmith and Reynolds before) appears to me
+anything but a good likeness: the young woman is more French in feature
+than in the _ensemble_ of the face.
+
+172. T. FAED--_Worn Out._--This ranks with Mr. Faed’s best pictures: it
+is very skilful, and has more equality of painting than usual--somewhat
+less of obtruded knack and flourish. The various small accessories are
+well related to the main incident of the hard-working father who has
+fallen asleep while watching his invalid boy.
+
+188. POOLE--_Custaunce sent adrift by the Constable of Alla, King of
+Northumberland._--This moonlight picture has rather the character of a
+manufacture; yet it is manufacture by a poetic eye and pictorial hand.
+There is some clever handling in the water of the foreground; and the
+entire absence of red from the picture--which relies for colour upon
+iridescent tints of grey-blue, green, yellow, and so on--is observable.
+
+209. HOUGHTON--_H. Bassett, Esq., in his Laboratory._--A capital
+piece of peculiarity. Great pains and intelligence have gone to the
+depicting of the scientific plethora of the laboratory; and the sense
+of the shut-in, moderately-lit room, not lightly to be intruded upon,
+is vivid. Mr. Bassett is represented smoking a pipe. This may seem
+a trivial or purposeless incident. Yet it may have been introduced
+to indicate some enforced pause in his work while an experiment is
+maturing; and, if so, it is certainly not unsuggestive.
+
+223. ORCHARDSON--_Mrs. Birket Foster._--This seems to me about the best
+work Mr. Orchardson has yet exhibited: it is a small full-length--more
+a subject than a mere portrait. The artist has a certain streaky or
+gauzy touch which amounts to mannerism: here the handling and colour
+have almost a _soupçon_ of Gainsborough. The bright face, the quiet
+lighting of the dusky-boarded room, and the untumbled white muslin
+dress, make up a picture in which elegant and artist-like taste verges
+upon quaintness.
+
+235. ELMORE--_Ishmael._--An accomplished study, perhaps (within its
+limits) unsurpassed by any work of its author.
+
+236. G. D. LESLIE--_Home News._--An English lady in her remote Asiatic
+home is reading a letter from the old country. The half-hovering
+smile, and the long-drawn regard of the eye as though she were in
+contemplation back across the measureless ocean, are delicately caught;
+also the coolness of the matted interior, jealously excluding the sun
+itself, but not the sense of how it is blazing outside.
+
+242. MILLAIS--_Stella._--A single figure, three-quarter length, and
+perhaps the very best Mr. Millais has done of its class. The name
+Stella naturally suggests Swift’s Stella; and Swift’s Stella holding
+a letter, with a countenance of subdued long-suffering, suggests her
+receipt of the letter from Vanessa inquiring whether she and Swift
+were in fact married. If this is the incident really intended, the
+sympathizing spectator may be startled at being reminded that Stella
+was at that time about forty years of age. But Mr. Millais is not the
+man to mind much whether he does or does not represent a particular
+incident, or whether or not any such representation is endurably
+correct. He has painted delightfully a very loveable woman, and that
+will probably suffice him and us. The tint of flesh in the arm appears
+hardly so pure as the rest of the colouring.
+
+247. O’NEIL--_Before Waterloo._--This picture will certainly have
+critics of two sorts. One set, incurious of artistic subtleties, will
+batten upon such a purveying of British military heroism, gushing
+young creatures, and harrowing family partings. Another set will turn
+with æsthetic distaste from so much of ball-costume and regimentals,
+and such a cross between the leaden and the garish in colour. An
+intermediate set ought also to find a voice, and to aver that the
+scheme of arrangement in the picture is very ingenious, and successful
+in turning a serious difficulty--that the story is told with great
+emphasis and much well-considered variety of detail--and that, when
+one faces the picture with deliberation, one can hardly refuse it the
+praise of being interesting. If Mr. O’Neil could but get somebody
+else’s colour to exude through his brush, with texture and surface to
+correspond!
+
+248. SIR C. LINDSAY--_The Earl Somers._--It is only fair to cite this
+picture, by an amateur and a Baronet, as one of the best portraits on
+the walls. The steadiness of the figure on his feet, without compromise
+and without bravado, is alone a considerable merit. A spectator may
+be struck by the great number of sitters who elect to be painted in
+shooting costume, or in some other dress and with other accessories of
+sport. “Manly exercises” will of course account for most of this; and
+knickerbockers and black velvet have their share of influence.
+
+260. LEGROS--_The Refectory._--The eye finds repose and satisfaction in
+this broadly and firmly painted picture, free from the last suspicion
+of _ad captandum_ appeal. Three monks and a tabby cat have assembled to
+make a meal off a mackerel--the board laid with a perfectly clean white
+cloth. The monks are all men of dignified and thoughtful presence: two
+of them still pause over a book of orisons or meditations before they
+begin the refection. It might not be unfair to say that there is a
+good deal of space to let in the large-sized canvas: but one need not
+exactly quarrel with that. The painter, a man now of reputation equally
+confirmed and well deserved both in his own country and in ours, knows
+perfectly well what he is about; we may safely accept his point of
+view, and find in the result that, if he has not done precisely what we
+might have bespoken, there is nevertheless a definite value to be got
+out of his method of treatment, not to be slighted because a different
+method would have given some other and countervailing value. If
+anybody wishes to learn (among graver things) what amount of executive
+short-hand suffices for making a cat tabby, Mr. Legros’s picture will
+inform him.
+
+268. R. BUTLER--_The Lost Path._--This artist’s name is unfamiliar to
+me. His little picture of children astray in a copse has great merit of
+naïve expression, rendered as well by action as by countenance.
+
+273. STOREY--_The Shy Pupil._--The painter has here attained to a high
+point of force in simplicity of work. The subject is a budding girl
+learning to dance in her father’s presence. With nothing that can be
+called elaboration, the execution would, for purity of lighting and
+directness of hand, bear comparison with many a choice Dutch picture.
+If we went to Mr. Legros for a tabby cat, we may consult Mr. Storey
+for a small dog peering through a door; a few twirls of the brush
+have, by a species of legerdemain, produced a surprising amount of
+characteristic form. This work, with much effect of solidity, is
+nevertheless amenable to my opening remarks as to sketchiness: but, in
+so simple and semi-humorous a subject, that need hardly be objected to.
+
+283. DICKINSON--_George Peabody, Esq._--A very honest good piece of
+work, and a most unmistakeable likeness, to be remembered among the
+portraits of the year much to Mr. Dickinson’s credit.
+
+288. COPE--_The Disciples at Emmaus._--Mr. Cope’s method of art unites
+remarkable defining power with a certain thinness of the primary
+material; it reminds one of good woodcarving--strong and accurate
+modelling bestowed upon a substance which, after the utmost has been
+done for it, retains an aboriginal crudity. In the present picture, the
+artist has planned out all forcibly and distinctly--he has left nothing
+vague to his own mind or the spectator’s eye. Yet no corresponding
+impression of reality is produced; the work wants _imaginative_
+reality, and therefore its other elements of reality do not tell as
+they were intended to do. To attenuate the form of the risen Christ,
+and to make his drapery transparent to the evening light, is not the
+way to remove him from the regions of fleshliness.
+
+302. HORSLEY--_Rent-day at Haddon Hall._--Considerably the best
+picture Mr. Horsley has exhibited of late, or perhaps at any time.
+A very moderate proportion of adult good sense may have sufficed to
+discriminate it from his staple commodity.
+
+311. G. RICHMOND--_Mrs. Brereton._--While Mr. Richmond can put into
+a face so much feminine candour and amiability as we see in this
+likeness, no one need be surprised at his eminent standing among
+portrait painters. To look at the face seems to be like making Mrs.
+Brereton’s acquaintance--or like wishing to make it.
+
+316. CALDERON--_The Young Lord Hamlet._--Yorick is on all-fours on
+the pleasance of the Danish palace, with little Hamlet riding on his
+back; Queen Gertrude and some of her ladies looking on; and an infant,
+presumably Ophelia, not yet “taking notice.” This is strictly a sketch;
+no doubt a very able one, and only to be done by a man of long training
+and solid acquirement in art. Not only is the thing full of sparkling
+animal spirits as a whole, but each point, when one attends to it, is
+pertinent and telling: except indeed the face of the lady who holds
+Ophelia, and who exhibits a smile as hard as her teeth. This is not the
+only time that Mr. Calderon has made considerable play with teeth, and
+not, I think, successfully; nothing is more difficult to manage in a
+picture.
+
+323. WATTS--_The wife of Pygmalion, a Translation from the
+Greek._--This is one of the few works of poetic elevation in the
+gallery: it is beautiful with a noble beauty, which one hardly knows
+whether rather to call womanly or impassive. It rests midway between
+coldness and warmth, without being lukewarm. It should be added that
+the merit is not exclusively Mr. Watts’s, the head being truly “a
+translation from the Greek,” _i.e._, adapted from the fine antique bust
+pointed out not long ago for admiration among the Arundel Marbles in
+Oxford.
+
+328. LEIGHTON--_Ariadne abandoned by Theseus. Ariadne watches for
+his return; Artemis releases her by death._--This also is a picture
+which claims to be of the poetic order, and sustains the claim; it
+may without rashness be pronounced the loftiest work Mr. Leighton has
+produced, reckoning together subject-matter, scale, and the result
+attained. To ignore the limitations of his style, or the symptoms of
+them which this picture also presents, would be futile. One might
+sum them up by saying that there is a certain hiatus between his
+perception of the poetic in art, and his power of expressing it;
+and that, though he bridges this over with a readiness of resource
+which is to himself almost as natural as the first perception, yet to
+others the artificiality of the bridge is glaringly and even irksomely
+apparent. But the picture of Ariadne is sufficiently noble to keep
+these considerations in the background, as soon as we have once for
+all fairly stated or implied them. The face is wrung with sorrow,
+yet is free from what we mean to condemn in a work of art when we
+term it “painful.” One might say that this woman has died of the very
+weariness of daily renewed grief. But the calm now is as profound as
+the yearning heretofore; profound as the blue sea violet-tinted in its
+distant intensity, or as the lulling oppression of its clang in the
+sultry meridian, barely audible as a faint murmur at the dizzy height
+of Ariadne’s rock-seat. There is a sensation of stationariness, as if
+Phœbus Apollo might be pausing in heaven to see how his sister Artemis
+has accomplished her mercy upon the outworn Ariadne. As I looked at the
+picture, a divine reminiscence of Shelley intervened:--
+
+ “Yet now despair itself is mild,
+ Even as the winds and waters are.
+ I could lie down like a tired child,
+ And weep away the life of care
+ Which I have borne and yet must bear,
+ Till death like sleep might steal on me,--
+ And I might feel in the warm air
+ My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
+ Breathe o’er my dying brain its last monotony.”
+
+329. MASON--_Evening Hymn._--Again a very poetical and beautiful
+picture, one of the enduring glories of the present exhibition. It
+reaches higher than anything Mr. Mason had hitherto done; and shows him
+qualified to paint figures on a fair scale of size, and with an amount
+of positive beauty which, in his previous productions (though well
+traceable), was to some extent overlaid by the _picturesque_, as that
+is popularly understood. This work glows with the light of a spring
+sunset, and with the unbidden fervour of a group of young village-girls
+who are carolling the Evening Hymn as they saunter homewards. It
+seems almost churlish to object to a leading point of treatment in so
+delightful a picture; but I confess to some suspicion that the men
+who are shown listening might with advantage have been missed out of
+the subject altogether--and more especially the youth who comes close
+behind a girl in white, holding a rose in her hand. Mr. Mason is a
+painter who never loses sight of facts in his pursuit of the beautiful;
+this is the one of his works which goes nearest to merging all other
+its material in a general ideal of loveliness and solemnity.
+
+331. PETTIE--_Tussle with a Highland Smuggler._--Here we revert to the
+category of sketchy work; and we see in this picture and in another by
+its author (No. 484, “_Weary with present cares and memories sad_”),
+an unpleasant and unrepaying development of style which might be
+described as “the offhand squalid.” No. 331 shows extreme--indeed,
+excessive--cleverness: but its unsightly violence of action embodies
+a subject of little consequence to any one, and of less still to the
+cause of fine art.
+
+347. EDWIN LANDSEER--“_Weel, sir, if the deer got the ball, sure’s
+deeth Chevy will no leave him._”--A masterpiece of Landseerian art:
+the good hound Chevy is seen couched amid high mountain ice and snows,
+by the side of a dead deer, which the ravens have already scented from
+afar.
+
+356. MILLAIS--_Pilgrims to St. Paul’s._--A more rational title would
+be “Greenwich Pensioners at the Tomb of Nelson.” One of them has lost
+his left arm--a very resolute, bluff old seaman, whom “foreigneers” may
+have been shy of tackling in his time; the other halts upon two wooden
+legs, more senile and commonplace, but also, in his undemonstrative
+way, one of those who, like his hero, “never saw fear.” His face is
+most triumphantly painted; whether regarded as a mere study of a head,
+or as a piece of character, or with reference to its intense lighting
+by the flare of the sepulchral lantern. Indeed, the picture is quite
+admirable throughout, and in power of painting not to be surpassed
+by Mr. Millais, nor approached by any competitor. There is in its
+materials something which verges towards a _tour de force_; but all is
+so manly, and so free from sentimental overdoing, that no charge arises
+against it on this ground.
+
+363. YEAMES--_Lady Jane Grey in the Tower._--An able satisfactory
+picture; perhaps the best of its author. Lady Jane is in a
+controversial colloquy with the Chaplain Feckenham: her face expresses
+very successfully that she is weighing his arguments in her mind, and
+considering what may be the true answer to them, but with no prospect
+of her coming to the conclusion that answer there is none. Feckenham
+also is appropriately conceived and painted, without any exaggeration.
+Of costume and accessory there is enough, and not overmuch.
+
+369. HOUGHTON--_In the Garden._--A very handsome boy of eight is
+lifting his little sister of five to smell a rose upon its bush. A
+kitten which has already made some advances towards cat-hood is romping
+around the stem. The feeling of the subject would be improved were
+there more of a look of smelling in the girl’s face; and the colour
+is hardly on a level with the other merits of the picture. It is,
+however, a very choice and complete little work; fine in design and
+draughtsmanship, and charming in general impression--quite free,
+moreover, from that sort of nursery silliness which has infected
+some canvasses of late, and has even been aptly enshrined in a title
+reproducing the broken utterance of babes. Mr. Houghton knows that
+“ta-ta” or “tootsicums,” whether written with the pen or rendered into
+the language of the brush, is a mild effort of art.
+
+401. G. D. LESLIE--_Kate Leslie._--This artist is almost always
+attractive, and often most engagingly so: the present work may be
+cited in proof. But he is “painty” (as the profession terms it) in the
+generality of his work, and especially in his flesh-tints. Here the
+face has far too much of a tawny or ligneous hue; which is the more
+to be regretted as the work, on the whole, comes nearer than usual to
+ranking Mr. Leslie among colourists.
+
+402. POYNTER--_The Catapult._--Great knowledge, great power of
+combination, and much disciplined artistic capacity, have gone to the
+making of this picture. It has more effect, and is on the whole more
+pictorial, than the very striking work which Mr. Poynter exhibited last
+year--_Israel in Egypt._ Some people may refuse to take much interest
+in a scene in which the work of the artificer or mechanician plays so
+large a part; but, bating this objection (which to many will be no
+objection at all), it is difficult to award anything but praise to the
+picture. The event is the use of a catapult as an engine of war in the
+siege of Carthage: we see written on one of the beams “Delenda est
+Carthago, S.P.Q.R.” The officer is supervising, archers are shooting;
+the monster hand of the catapult is about once more to launch a red-hot
+bolt against the doomed city: pots of blazing pitch are being hurled
+by the defenders at the assailants. The solidity and good balance of
+all parts of the subject, the agreeable tone of colour in flesh and
+otherwise, the sound drawing, unfaltering and unpretentious, command
+high respect.
+
+410. WYNFIELD--_Oliver Cromwell’s First Appearance in the
+Parliament._--To find this picture uninteresting would be difficult.
+Hampden is represented introducing his cousin to Cromwell; Pym,
+Elliot, Sir Robert Phillips, Strafford, and many other famous men, are
+present. The arrangement pleases one from its obvious adaptation to
+the more important demands of the subject, irrespectively of artistic
+conventions. The method of the painting, however, is so excessively
+opaque and heavy that, until Mr. Wynfield shall manage to correct this
+blemish, one cannot expect his pictures to get cordially accepted by
+the public, or to please critical eyes.
+
+424. T. GRAHAM--_The Dominie._--Mr. Graham has powers of a high order;
+but he has seemed of late only too likely to be led away by the offhand
+practice, semi-grotesque picturesqueness, and rapid success, of some
+of his compatriots from beyond Tweed. _The Dominie_ is about the least
+laudable picture he has exhibited--tending much to caricature, and to
+coarseness of handling. Of course, along with this, there is a deal of
+ability; and the figure of the boy still attests a genuine sense of
+beauty. Let us trust that Mr. Graham will have “pulled up” by next year.
+
+434. HOOK--_Are Chimney-sweepers Black?_--A most delightful picture,
+fully equal to the best productions of its distinguished author. There
+are two others in this gallery (Nos. 48 and 270) also excellent:
+but so little remains now-a-days to be said about Mr. Hook’s works,
+except that they afford deep, pure, and vivid pleasure, and show their
+painter to be one of the most artist-like colourists and executants
+of the British school, that I have passed them by, and limited myself
+to specifying the present one only. A begrimed (not _over_ begrimed)
+chimney-sweeper, with the implements of his craft, presents himself
+to the startled eyes of a naked infant, as fresh and bright as a
+Cupid, who has just been bathing on the margin of the sea: he is still
+paddling in a sand-pool, and takes refuge against his young mother’s
+dress, hardly so scared as not to be a little amused. This group of the
+mother and child is most charming; and all other parts of the picture
+are worthy of it.
+
+439. MACLISE--_The Sleep of Duncan._--The first aspect of this work, as
+of so many of Mr. Maclise’s, gives an impression of unreality, huddled,
+and oppressed with decorative exuberances. A more deliberate inspection
+shows that it possesses, in ample measure, the fine qualities which
+rank him so high in our school--qualities of invention and design,
+associated with remarkable, though bounded and monotonous, gifts of
+execution. The moment is when Lady Macbeth, having drugged the guards,
+and “laid their daggers ready” (one of these lies within the circlet of
+the crown), relinquishes any thought of herself assassinating the old
+king, who “resembles her father as he sleeps.” The tragic air of crime
+in Lady Macbeth, her superfluous stealthinesses of action, are grandly
+given; though it cannot be said that her face differs much from the
+type so constant and familiar in Mr. Maclise’s productions. Duncan and
+the two guards are all three fine figures. The lighting of the picture
+is not obvious: it would appear to be the union of soft moonshine and
+pale diffused grey dawn-light which comes through the loop-hole at the
+back; but this does not seem to account for all the light in front, as
+on the figures of the guards; while neither can one discern, on the
+other hand, that much (if any) influence of artificial light has been
+intended by the painter. Real the picture would, of course, never be
+made to look; but I think it would look considerably less unreal at one
+point if Duncan’s head lay deeper in the silken pillows.
+
+440. WELLS--_Letters and News at the Loch-side._--A landscape with
+portraits and incident. I pick it out from among the contributions of
+its able painter, for the sake of noting the great amount of space,
+light, and air, which he has got into this picture, although there
+is no single glimpse of sky: the ground rises all round from the
+lake-side. This is no small thing to have managed.
+
+449. LEIGHTON--_Acme and Septimius._--Remarkable for its elegant skill
+of concentrated composition. The knee of Acme’s left leg--the foot of
+the same leg being set underneath her right thigh as she sits--appears
+to me to project too much laterally. This may be a convenient place
+for calling attention (with implied apology for not speaking of them
+with the detail they properly claim) to Mr. Leighton’s three remaining
+pictures: Nos. 227, _Jonathan’s Token to David_; 234, _Mrs. Frederick
+P. Cockerell_; 522, _Actæa, the Nymph of the Shore._
+
+453. HODGSON--_Chinese Ladies looking at European Curiosities._--A
+quaint and amusing notion, and a pleasant picture. A Chinese gentleman
+is exhibiting to his wives and their women a pair of European white
+satin slippers, which the small-footed fair (or rather dusky) ones
+regard as elephantine eccentricities. An Englishwoman looking at a
+Chinese “six-marker,” or at a Japanese masterpiece of woodcut design
+or colouring, is not more tickled. Perhaps the best head of all is
+that of the elderly woman to the right. The peculiarities of Chinese
+physiognomy are not at all overdone--indeed, I doubt whether the eyes
+are quite sidelong enough. It would have been admissible to make one
+of the wives prettier, and (if I am not mistaken) clearer-complexioned
+also.
+
+461. LEGROS--_Sir Thomas More showing some of Holbein’s Pictures to
+Henry VIII._--Without tampering with his own style, Mr. Legros comes
+more than hitherto, in this picture, within the same general lines as
+English art. The work, in essentials, is extremely good; and simplicity
+of execution does not interfere with its keeping its place well and
+solidly amid those which surround it. Sir Thomas More does not strike
+me as much of a likeness. Henry is excellent: he sits (if a bull may
+be excused) as he would sit in a contemporary portrait, though not as
+he _does_ sit in any of those I remember. Perhaps his eyes are less
+small than in the likenesses. Holbein looks the best man of the lot:
+well able to have done the fine things Sir Thomas is displaying, and
+to do as many more as bluff Harry may commission. Three ladies are
+also present. One of them gives her head a turn in which the manner
+of a connoisseur is dimly anticipated; and one might fancy her to be
+saying to herself, “Really, most excellent; but, were I to sit to him,
+should I come good-looking enough?” Capitally as the whole subject is
+kept together, I think a single little touch would still improve it in
+this respect: one of the ladies might be glancing from the picture to
+Holbein, and so helping to identify the work with its worker.
+
+477. WALKER--_In the Glen, Rathfarnham Park._--This is a halt of
+gipsies, who are lighting a fire; and perhaps there is something more
+of incident implied than I happen to catch. Mr. Walker’s pictures
+have a certain mottled look and grainy surface which might be called
+mannerism, though not too confidently. At any rate, after making some
+abatement for this, and for a too easily contented choice of subject,
+one is fairly surprised at a sureness of hand which seems to have at
+its finger-ends the power of realization without labour, and at a
+sturdiness of work which yet picks up (as it were) at every stroke
+refinements of drawing and colour. The evidences of ability are so
+profuse that a non-practical critic like myself may well, in modesty
+and self-knowledge, feel his mouth shut to objections. I should doubt
+whether there are in Europe many artists more accomplished than Mr.
+Walker, within his own sphere of work.
+
+494. H. S. MARKS--_Experimental Gunnery in the Middle Ages._--Mr. Marks
+has done nothing better than this picture; probably nothing equally
+good. The subject involves just the sort of out-of-the-way humour
+which is his _specialité_; and he has made this the informing spirit
+of a full composition without condescending to any burlesque. There is
+much varied and capital by-play of incident and expression; and the
+subject is so treated as to allow one, even in these days of Armstrong
+guns and Chassepots, to feel a good-humoured respect for the primitive
+artillerists.
+
+499. PRINSEP--_A Venetian Lover._--The gist of this subject is made
+so evident that we could dispense with the motto--“De deux amans, il
+y en a toujours un qui aime, et l’autre qui se laisse aimer.” Handled
+with marked fulness and breadth, and with a very painter-like choice of
+the _tints_ of colour, the picture proves once again that Mr. Prinsep
+is well qualified to work on a large scale; having at command a fund
+of really pictorial material, on which he may draw with full stress
+of faculty, secure that it will not fail him at his need. As a matter
+of sentiment, the picture leaves a certain feeling of discontent; the
+impassivity of the woman is so extreme as to provoke one first with
+her and next with her impassioned adorer. But no doubt this is only
+what the artist intended. In some parts the surface may be considered
+too smooth--as especially in the lady’s face, which has hardly the
+pulpiness of flesh. Possibly, however, this impression would be
+corrected could one examine the picture closer.
+
+510. A. HUGHES--“_Sigh no more, Ladies, Sigh no more._”--Mr. Hughes’s
+pictures are always full of refined sentiment; and this is eminently
+so, and in all respects one of his best successes. The lady is so
+tender, uncomplaining, and beautiful, that one takes her part on
+the instant. Happily, she seems, after an interval of disconsolate
+dejection, to be dimly awaking once more to the interests of life; and
+soon she will be taking the advice of the song, and tempting fate with
+another affair of the heart. She is at once sentimental to the romantic
+point, and domestically feminine. It was a happy thought to introduce
+the thrush at her window, trilling a cheerful ditty, which one can
+imagine that her heart translates into the spoken language of the song.
+This picture has in it a gentle but real poetry which places it on a
+very different footing from most of the work in the exhibition.
+
+511. STOREY--_Saying Grace._--The small denizens of a nursery have
+seated themselves with impeccable propriety for their early dinner,
+regulated by (as one might infer from her physiognomy) a foreign
+nursery-governess. The baby has joined his hands with dispread fingers,
+and enacts (he is too young to pronounce) the grace with a solemnity
+which would do credit to a parish-clerk. No doubt the children are all
+portraits, with inordinate heads of hair; but the baby’s irregularity
+of contour seems to exceed infantine bounds. Let us trust that his
+mamma will insist upon his growing up with a modified profile, and
+that “’tis his nature to.” The picture has a genuine distinction of
+quaintness and zest.
+
+513. CALDERON--_Œnone._--Mr. Tennyson, with the magic fetters of
+genius, has enslaved all Englishmen to the conviction that Œnone can
+only be contemplated as in a state of heartbroken dereliction; and I
+suppose that Mr. Calderon intends his nymph to be so understood. I
+cannot, however, perceive that sentiment in her face or action; she
+appears to the eye rather in a mood of rampant laziness and florid
+self-display. This is a very singular piece of colour. White or
+whiteish tints occupy a considerable space; the extremely blue hills
+are the second important constituent; and the pea-green mantle of
+Œnone is the third. The pea-green appears to me a discord, though some
+other hue of green, along with a texture more like drapery, might
+have proved much the reverse. On the whole, I should say that, in its
+colour as in other respects, the painting has much boldness, with no
+corresponding proportion of felicity.
+
+517. R. CARRICK--_After the Sortie._--This is a very large picture,
+hung so high that one cannot fully estimate it in detail. It represents
+a wounded knight borne up the winding castle-stairs by three of his
+retainers; his wife, with a horrible sinking of the heart, totters and
+clings about for support as she follows. It seems to be a strongly
+designed and carefully executed work, of very superior merit; the most
+important production of Mr. Carrick, and about the best.
+
+524. H. W. B. DAVIS--_A Summer Forenoon._--A landscape and sheep-piece,
+warm, gentle, and genial. Landscape and the allied forms of art occupy
+a very small space, comparatively, in the present exhibition. There are
+nevertheless several works of this kind which call for examination and
+praise: their being left unnoticed in this pamphlet does not imply any
+indifference to their merits.
+
+540. MISS M. E. FREER--_Red Roses._--Coquetry is the predominant
+spirit of this work. But it is not painted with the slightness which
+a coquettish picture from a fresh female hand might be expected to
+display. On the contrary, there is a good deal of careful realization,
+and an amount of general skill and force which places Miss Freer high
+among lady artists. No. 446, _Margaret Wilson_, by the same painter,
+hung too high to be scrutinized, seems to be equally good, or better.
+
+585. MACLISE--_Madeline after Prayer._--The useful adage which Mr.
+Maclise will never lay to heart is that “Enough is as good as a feast.”
+We find Keats’s Madeline encumbered with items of furniture and
+ornamentation. Moreover, the painter’s decorative taste is anything
+but chastened; witness the horrible pattern which she has begun in her
+broidery frame. A graver objection is the want of any real luminosity
+in the moonlight which Keats has made so resplendent; the painted
+window itself is the very maximum of opacity, and the light (if light
+it can be called) seems to fall _upon_ it, not to be transmitted
+through its panes. Whatever his failings in execution, Mr. Maclise
+can depict light vastly better than this when he chooses. So much for
+objections. After any quantity of them, it remains that the picture is
+highly attractive, and the Madeline a very beautiful creature--perhaps
+the sweetest woman Mr. Maclise has painted. She is a personage _not_
+made
+
+ “For human nature’s daily food,”
+
+and yet she is sympathetic. To be that, she must be poetic also.
+
+589. BURCHETT--_Measure for Measure._--Mr. Burchett follows up his
+remarkable work of last year with another of corresponding importance.
+Matured consideration, and strong powers of working and of development,
+have gone to the making of this picture; which represents the great
+crisis in the action of _Measure for Measure_, where the Duke of
+Vienna, disguised as a friar, is revealed by the unwitting Lucio to
+the eyes of the abashed Angelo and Escalus, and of the now almost
+hopeless Isabella and Mariana. The story is told with much judgment and
+penetration (so far as such a complicated story _can_ be told) by the
+Duke’s vacated chair of state, with coronet and sceptre laid upon it,
+between the seats of Escalus and Angelo; the young courtier, facing the
+just uncowled Duke, and recognising him on the instant, and raising
+his cap; the frothy bluster of Lucio dying out on his scared visage
+as he gasps to see whom he has been mauling and traducing; and other
+well-chosen and well-combined incidents. The countenance of the Duke is
+German and searching; that of Escalus true to the good-natured cynicism
+of the substantially upright old man; Isabella has much of the nun
+about her. Angelo is, I think, too much the burly insolent oppressor;
+for we must understand from the drama that he really looked and was
+an abstinent Pharisee, led on by temptation and opportunity into
+vilenesses quite unlike the man that all others and himself supposed
+him to be. There is much able and accurate painting in this work,
+though it would benefit by more breadth of general harmonizing.
+
+600. PARSONS--_The Wayfarer._--A peculiar and delicate piece of subdued
+execution, deserving of inspection; _so_ peculiar in its granulated
+texture that it hardly proclaims itself to be oil-painting.
+
+613. HICKS--_Escape of the Countess of Morton to Paris, with Henrietta,
+infant Daughter of Charles I._--The most important and best production
+of Mr. Hicks. Like Mr. Burchett’s picture, its incidents require to be
+analysed one by one: when that process has been gone through, one finds
+a great deal of ingenious skill standing to the painter’s credit.
+
+614. PRINSEP--_A Study of a Girl Reading._--Mr. Prinsep deserves real
+thanks for this painting. The girl is an exquisite person, and the
+picture also may without flattery be called exquisite. It has a most
+charming sense of the womanly in the maidenly. The fair one is about to
+sit down to luncheon, but holds and reads her book up to the moment of
+drawing in her chair. Perhaps she will violate etiquette by persisting
+in “reading at meals:” and who will not forgive her?
+
+621. A. MOORE--_Azaleas._--This will be remembered as one of the
+_illustrations_ (as the French phrase it) of the Exhibition of 1868. It
+presents, in life size, a Grecian lady (or at any rate Grecian-robed),
+at a pot of azaleas, some of which she plucks and drops into a basin.
+Whether or not azaleas were known to Grecian ladies, whether or not
+they came from America, are questions not difficult of solution, but of
+sublime indifference to Mr. Moore. (The flowers in Mr. Watts’s Grecian
+picture, No. 323, are also, I apprehend, azaleas.) The study of the
+blossom-loaded plant is most delicate and lovely; and the lady has
+elevated classic grace, though her face hardly sustains comparison with
+the rest of the picture. For a sense of beauty in disposition of form,
+and double-distilled refinement in colour, this work may allow a wide
+margin to any competitors in the gallery, and still be the winner. On
+the other hand, it is proper to remember that such a painting as this
+presupposes certain _data_ in art, which _data_ some people not wholly
+unworthy of a hearing demur to: chiefly, it presupposes once for all
+that that innermost artistic problem of how to reconcile realization
+with abstraction deserves to be given up. How much could be said on
+this question from differing points of view, I need not here indicate.
+You linger long to look at Mr. Moore’s picture, and return to it again
+and again: and that justifies him in taking, individually, the benefit
+of one of those points of view. He unites with singular subtlety of
+grace a phase of the evanescent to a phase of the permanent: colour and
+handling which withdraw themselves from the eye with a suggestion (or,
+as one might say, with a whisper), to statuesque languor and repose of
+form.
+
+624. BRETT--_Christmas Morning, 1866._--In scale combined with subject,
+this is far the most important picture Mr. Brett has produced. We see
+a manned boat and a wrecking ship upon the immense ocean, with its
+swirling drift blown across like a tongue of tormented flame; and huge
+volumes of grey cloud over the horizon, walling out from the sea the
+gorgeous dawn of a new day, on fire with the blaze of sunlight. The
+painting of the vast sea-surface is a very great effort of knowledge
+and mastery, and a very successful one.
+
+629. A. GOODWIN--_The Dead Woodman._--A picture of highly remarkable
+effect, and poetic perception. A blue-grey bloom of sunset broods
+luminously over all. The work has a kind of intellectual analogy to
+the _Dead Stonebreaker_ which Mr. Wallis painted years ago: but in all
+points of externals it is entirely different.
+
+632. MILLAIS--_Souvenir of Velasquez_ (_Diploma-work deposited in
+the Academy on his election as an Academician_).--It is not for an
+outsider to surmise whether or not the Academicians court the deposit
+of diploma-pictures which may have cost their painters, working with
+the quick-handedness of a Millais, perhaps a couple of days’ labour.
+However this may be, they have here got a diploma-picture of that
+description, and an admirable one in its way it certainly is. The
+resemblance to Velasquez is hardly such as to justify the title.
+
+685. WATTS--_A. Panizzi, Esq._--That this is about the finest portrait
+of the year need scarcely be specified, Mr. Watts being its author. It
+was presented to Mr. Panizzi by the Officers of the British Museum,
+on his retirement; and happily expresses, in the sitter, great powers
+of work, long in active exercise, and now in well-earned repose. A
+sketch-plan of the Museum reading-room forms an appropriate and not
+undecorative device in the right-hand upper corner.
+
+735. SANDYS--_Study of a Head._--We have now got out of the
+oil-pictures, and have come to the drawings. This is an excellent
+study of a wilful, tameless-spirited beauty, who bites her hair in
+her gathering mood. Further on (816) is an equally well-done head
+of _George Critchett, Esq._, a head that seems to teem with defined
+calculation. It will be known to many besides myself that Mr. Sandys
+sent to the Academy an oil-picture of Medea in an act of incantation,
+not only worthy, but more than worthy, of his highly disciplined powers
+and determined accomplishment. It has dropped out of the Exhibition
+when the pictures came to be actually hung; leaving some food for
+pondering to those who care for the higher and completer forms of
+pictorial work. They may feel--and the feeling would be only enhanced
+by some other things they may have heard, and a great deal of what
+they see on the Academy walls--that an off-hand style of painting,
+now predominant, has interests of its own clashing with those of some
+graver phases of art; and that judicial equity in adjusting these
+interests may sometimes be in default. Sir Francis Grant, detailing
+after-dinner statistics, may fancy that the whole question is settled
+by saying that there is space for so many pictures only, and that
+so many more were sent in; but this is far from being the _dernier
+mot_. Efficiency No. 1 and semi-efficiency No. 2 may be contending
+for a residue of space, and the admission of either is obviously the
+exclusion of the other; but he would be a very innocent President,
+non-academician artist, or private and unprofessional person, who
+should thence conclude that the Pompey and the Cæsar have coequal
+claims, especially the Pompey. Anybody, who has experienced, written,
+read, heard, or seen, even a little of this ever-recurrent hanging
+controversy, loathes its very atmosphere, and gladly retreats from it,
+seldom without a sense of protest, and a chafing at injustice.
+
+753. J. F. LEWIS--_Bedouin Arabs._--One of the very finest studies of
+the kind produced by a hand unrivalled in its own way.
+
+943. MUNRO--_The Sisters._--We are now in the Sculpture Room. Mr. Munro
+has earned great popularity and a defined position by works of this
+class, in which groups of children are treated with some graceful
+incident and execution, and very genuinely graceful feeling. The
+present group counts among the best of them.
+
+948. WOOLNER--_Elaine with the Shield of Sir Launcelot._--The maiden
+loves and muses, and pines as she muses; but as yet her doom only
+hovers over her pityingly. The feeling of reserve and purity, of the
+new experience of love timidly entertained, and yet already permeating
+her whole life, and absorbing all her forces into its own surging and
+resistless current, is predominant in this figure. Along with this,
+and with much simplicity of pose and motive, one readily perceives
+that the whole thing is uncommonly treated--_uncommonly_ rather than
+_unusually_. The face has more of personal individuality, the turn
+of the figure more shades of variety within unity, the execution
+throughout more distinction, than British sculpture accustoms us to. So
+also with the hands and feet: their peculiarities are all significant
+and forecast, though to my eye they do not sufficiently partake of
+the beauty of delicacy. Compare--or contrast would be the word--this
+statuette with
+
+981. J. S. WESTMACOTT--_Elaine._
+
+984. ARMSTEAD--_Astronomy._--A bronze colossal figure, destined for the
+Prince-Consort memorial in Hyde Park. It has a good decorative look,
+and adequate grandeur of pose and line. It might fairly (so far as one
+can judge before it is placed _in situ_) be termed a _proportional_
+work; one, that is, in which the conception, treatment, and general
+force of impression, have relation to its scale, and to its destination
+as one in a series of impersonating figures.
+
+987. LEIFCHILD--_The Dawn._--The sentiment of this figure is well
+expressed in two lines from the MS. quotation:--
+
+ “The Dawn, whose splendour is a promise still,
+ Heralding more than Day can e’er fulfil.”
+
+It is the sentiment of an ushering-in, an announcement, something
+to come. Mr. Leifchild has produced several sculptural works eminent
+for thoughtfulness in concentration. The present figure belongs to a
+different order of work, yet something of the same spirit can be traced
+in it.
+
+1007. WOOLNER--_Thomas Carlyle._--The strong, emphatic, penetrating
+style of Mr. Woolner, who searches under the surface of his sitter’s
+face, and records on its surface what he has found beneath, gave
+him the best of rights to deal with such a magnificent head as
+Carlyle’s--marked as that is by a most powerful dominating expression,
+with abundant points of subordinate detail and individuality. Mr.
+Woolner had, indeed, done a medallion of the great writer many years
+ago; now we get a bust worthily recording so memorable a man.
+
+1027. WOOLNER--_Reliefs from the Iliad_ (_pedestal of the Bust of the
+Right Honourable W. E. Gladstone_).--Here are three subjects executed
+on a small scale, with a singular amount of original force. The third,
+_Thetis consoling Achilles_, does not appear to me, in composition and
+suggestion, so remarkable as the other two. _Pallas and Achilles at the
+Trenches_, where the hero shouts to the Greeks a superhuman cry, while
+Pallas overshadows him with her ægis, is a most vigorous and admirable
+composition; indeed, but for its small size, one would be minded to
+call it the finest thing Mr. Woolner has yet exhibited. _Thetis praying
+to Zeus on behalf of Achilles_ is hardly second to it. The sea-goddess
+rises on tiptoe to stroke the beard of the omnipotent cloud-compeller;
+and no single touch perhaps could have given the amplitude and
+primitiveness of the Homeric Pantheon more keenly than this. It is not
+exactly _naïveté_, and still less exactly humour, but something happily
+between both.
+
+1053. WATTS--_Clytie_; _Marble Bust, unfinished._--This is an
+experiment in sculpture by our distinguished painter. I find it a very
+interesting one, and (_pace_ the professional sculptors) a remarkable
+success. The head reverts over the right shoulder with a graceful and
+energetic turn; and these qualities, especially that of energy, are
+preserved in all points of view. The modelling of the bust and arms is
+pulpy and creased--more comparable in tendency to that of the Elgin
+Marbles than of later Greek sculpture. Indeed, I should surmise that
+the thoughts of Mr. Watts, as he worked, were mostly shared between
+Phidias and Michael Angelo. The spectator who finds some parts lumpy or
+rude should bear in mind that the work is avowedly “unfinished”--even
+if he does not deem the general conditions under which the experiment
+has been made sufficient to abate the picking of holes.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Possibly some readers of this pamphlet may use it to be referred to as
+they range through the Academy rooms, examining their contents. If this
+is the case, I should regret to pass over without a word of mention
+several works which, according to the scope and limitations of the
+pamphlet, I have not found an opportunity of reviewing in any detail in
+their proper order. After all, a great number of works against whose
+skilfulness and merit I neither raise nor suggest any imputation will
+be remaining totally unnamed. Meanwhile, a simple numerical list of
+contributions may be added to which I would rather direct attention
+thus barely than not at all. Some of them are productions of leading
+importance: others have modest graces which should not pass unobserved.
+The visitor must form his own opinion of whether and why they deserved
+specification.
+
+ 28. SWINTON--_The Earl Bathurst._
+ 29. T. S. COOPER--_Descending from the Rock Grazing,
+ East Cumberland._
+ 49. MAC WHIRTER--_Old Edinburgh, Night._
+ 67. GRANT--_Miss Grant._
+ 68. FLEUSS--_G. Makgill, Esq._
+ 120. GRACE--_The Curfew tolls the Knell of parting Day._
+ 124. GRANT--_The Earl of Bradford._
+ 158. EDEN--_On the Thames near Pangbourne._
+ 160. HARVEYMORE--_The Point, near Walton on the Naze._
+ 168. J. B. BURGESS--_A Portrait._
+ 170. H. MOORE--_Ebb-tide, Squall coming on._
+ 176. CATHELINAU--_The Nurse._
+ 184. HALLE--_Miss Jessie._
+ 199. E. GILL--_Storm and Shipwreck on a Rocky Coast._
+ 205. ELMORE--“_Two Women shall be grinding at the Mill._”
+ 206. ZUCCOLI--_Wine Gratis._
+ 208. Ditto--_Preparing to cook Indian Corn._
+ 222. YEAMES--_The Chimney-Corner._
+ 241. LEHMANN--_Portrait of a Gentleman._
+ 251. NICOL--_A China Merchant._
+ 267. GOODALL--_Mater Purissima._
+ 272. ARCHER--_Burial of Guinevere._
+ 290. WATTS--_The Meeting of Jacob and Esau._
+ 298. V. COLE--_Sunlight Lingering on the Autumn Woods._
+ 303. WELLS--_James Stansfeld, Esq., of Halifax._
+ 321. POTT--_The Minuet._
+ 322. G. D. LESLIE--_Mrs. Charles Dickens, Jun._
+ 327. PRINSEP--_A Portrait._
+ 340. FRITH--_Scene from “She Stoops to Conquer.”_
+ 344. PERUGINI--_Daphne._
+ 345. MRS. ROBBINSON--_The Firstborn._
+ 346. RADFORD--_“No Man that Warreth” &c._
+ 348. LUCY--_The Forced Abdication of Mary Stuart._
+ 367. MISS A. THORNYCROFT--_Study of a Head._
+ 378. BOUGHTON--_A Breton Pastoral._
+ 387. WYLLIE--_Dover Castle and Town._
+ 390. CALTHROP--_The Last Song of the Girondins, 1793._
+ 400. ORCHARDSON--_Scene from “King Henry IV.”_
+ 403. STANHOPE--_The Footsteps of the Flock._
+ 416. WHAITE--_Harvest on the Mountains._
+ 420. WADE--_A Stitch in Time._
+ 452. H. MOORE--_Weather Moderating after a Gale._
+ 467. MRS. WARD--_Sion House, 1553._
+ 474. CROWE--_A Chiffonnier._
+ 478. WELLS--_The Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne._
+ 490. E. FRÈRE--_La Sortie de l’Ecole des Filles._
+ 503. HEMY--_By the River Side, Antwerp._
+ 504. NICOL--_Waiting at the Cross-roads._
+ 520. ARMITAGE--_Herod’s Birthday Feast._
+ 521. LIDDERDALE--_The Exiled Jacobite._
+ 523. PRINSEP--_A Greek Widow at a Tomb._
+ 529. HILLINGFORD--_Before the Tournament._
+ 531. ARMSTRONG--_Daffodils._
+ 532. OPIE--_The Musical Genius._
+ 542. HAYLLAR--_Midsummer, Parham Hall, Suffolk._
+ 551. GALE--_Nazareth._
+ 552. GOLDIE--_A Child Martyr borne across the Roman Campagna
+ to one of the Catacombs._
+ 571. MISS SANDYS--_Enid._
+ 579. CALDERON--_Whither?_
+ 580. MASON--_Netley Moor._
+ 615. HODGSON--_Off the Downs in the Days of the Cæsars._
+ 616. A. HAYWARD--_The Haunted House._
+ 636. J. E. WILLIAMS--_The Bishop of Gloucester._
+ 646. ARCHER--_Bringing home Fern, Evening._
+ 648. MCCALLUM--_Near the Buck Gates, Sherwood Forest._
+ 656. TOURRIER--_The Cloisters._
+ 657. G. D. LESLIE--_The Empty Sleeve._
+ 671. BRENNAN--_Via della Vita, Rome._
+ 673. CROWE--_Mary Stuart, February 8th, 1586._
+ 683. A. HUGHES--_Mrs. Edward Rhodes._
+ 689. LOBLEY--_Fancies in the Fire._
+ 727. R. DOYLE--_The Enchanted Tree._
+ 754. A. C. H. LUXMOORE--_Searching for Treason._
+ 763. J. F. LEWIS--_Camels._
+ 764. COUNT G. V. ROSEN--_A Street in Cairo._
+ 833. HARDWICK--_The Woods in Early Spring._
+ 908. E. EDWARDS--_Four Etchings, Wells, &c._
+ 915. C. N. LUXMOORE--_Pen and Ink Sketches from Nature._
+ 1001. WOOLNER--_Hon. W. E. Frere, late of Bombay._
+ 1029. Ditto--_The late Robert Leslie Ellis._
+ 1040. BÖHM--_Miss Cumberbatch._
+ 1052. AP GRIFFITH--_Cain preparing his Sacrifice._
+ 1106. G. A. LAWSON--_The Maiden’s Secret._
+ 1164. TUPPER--_Dr. Hyde Salter._
+ 1169. G. MORGAN--_Study of a Head._
+ 1194. LEIFCHILD--_The Rev. Thomas Jones._
+
+
+
+
+_PART II._
+
+ BY
+ ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.
+
+
+I have been asked to note down at random my impressions of some few
+among this year’s pictures. These I am aware will have no weight or
+value but that which a sincere and studious love of the art can give;
+so much I claim for them, and so much only. To pass judgment or tender
+counsel is beyond my aim or my desire.
+
+Returning from the Academy I find two pictures impressed on my memory
+more deeply and distinctly than the rest. First of these--first of
+all, it seems to me, for depth and nobility of feeling and meaning--is
+Mr. Watts’ “Wife of Pygmalion.” The soft severity of perfect beauty
+might serve alike for woman or statue, flesh or marble; but the eyes
+have opened already upon love, with a tender and grave wonder; her
+curving ripples of hair seem just warm from the touch and the breath
+of the goddess, moulded and quickened by lips and hands diviner than
+her sculptor’s. So it seems a Greek painter must have painted women,
+when Greece had mortal pictures fit to match her imperishable statues.
+Her shapeliness and state, her sweet majesty and amorous chastity,
+recall the supreme Venus of Melos. In this “translation” of a Greek
+statue into an English picture, no less than in the bust of Clytie,
+we see how in the hands of a great artist painting and sculpture may
+become as sister arts indeed, yet without invasion or confusion; how,
+without any forced alliance of form and colour, a picture may share
+the gracious grandeur of a statue, a statue may catch something of the
+subtle bloom of beauty proper to a picture.
+
+The other picture of which I would speak, unlike enough to this in
+sentiment or in tone, has in common with it the loftiest quality of
+beauty pure and simple. Indeed, of all the few great or the many
+good painters now at work among us, no one has so keen and clear a
+sense of this absolute beauty as Mr. Albert Moore. His painting is to
+artists what the verse of Théophile Gautier is to poets; the faultless
+and secure expression of an exclusive worship of things formally
+beautiful. That contents them; they leave to others the labours and
+the joys of thought or passion. The outlines of their work are pure,
+decisive, distinct; its colour is of the full sunlight. This picture
+of “Azaleas” is as good a type as need be of their manner of work.
+A woman delicately draped, but showing well the gentle mould of her
+fine limbs through the thin soft raiment; pale small leaves and bright
+white blossoms about her and above, a few rose-red petals fallen
+on the pale marble and faint-coloured woven mat before her feet; a
+strange and splendid vessel, inlaid with designs of Eastern colour;
+another--clasped by one long slender hand and filled from it with
+flowers--of soft white, touched here and there into blossom of blue:
+this is enough. The melody of colour, the symphony of form is complete:
+one more beautiful thing is achieved, one more delight is born into the
+world; and its meaning is beauty; and its reason for being is to be.
+
+We all owe so much to Mr. Leighton for the selection and intention of
+his subjects--always noble or beautiful as these are, always worthy of
+a great and grave art; a thing how inexpressibly laudable and admirable
+in a time given over to the school of slashed breeches and the school
+of blowsy babyhood!--we owe him, I say, so much for this that it seems
+ungracious to say a word of his work except in the way of thanks and
+praise. I find no true touch of Greek beauty in the watery Hellenism
+of his Ariadne: she is a nobly moulded model of wax, such a figure
+as a mediæval sorceress might set to waste before a charmed fire
+and burn out the life of the living woman. The “Actæa” has the charm
+that a well-trained draughtsman can give to a naked fair figure; this
+charm it has, and no other; it has also a painful trimness suggestive
+of vapour-baths, of “strigil” and “rusma,” of the toilet labours of
+a Juvenalian lady; not the fresh sweet strength of limbs native to
+the sea, but the lower loveliness of limbs that have been steamed and
+scraped. The picture of Acme and Septimius is excellently illustrative
+of Mr. Theodore Martin’s verse; it is in no wise illustrative of
+Catullus. I doubt if Love would have sneezed approval of these lovers
+either to left or to right. As for detail, surely one arm at least of
+his and one leg at least of hers are singular samples of drawing. In
+his two other pictures Mr. Leighton has, I think, reached his highest
+mark for this year. The majestic figure and noble head of Jonathan are
+worthy of the warrior whose love was wonderful, passing the love of
+woman; the features resolute, solicitous, heroic. The boy beside him is
+worthy to stand so near; his action has all the grace of mere nature,
+as he stoops slightly from the shoulder to sustain the heavy quiver.
+The portrait of a lady hard by has a gracious and noble beauty, too
+rare even among the abler of English workmen in this line.
+
+The genius of Mr. Millais is of course a thing indestructible; but
+all that can be done to deaden or distort it the Academy has done.
+“They have scotched the snake, not killed it”--being as it is a
+“Serpent-of-Eternity.” There is nothing here to recall the painter of
+past years. There is no significance or depth, no subtlety of beauty;
+there is the fit and equal ability of an able craftsman. The group of
+three sisters is a sample of this excellent ability; no man needs to
+be told that. There is no lack of graceful expressive composition;
+there is no stint of ribbons and trimmings. There is a bitter want
+of beauty, of sweetness, of the harmony which should hang about the
+memories of men after seeing it as an odour or a cadence about their
+senses: and this beauty, this sweetness, this harmony, all great and
+all genuine pictures leave with us for an after-gust, not soon to pass
+or perish. The picture called “Rosalind and Celia” gives us graver
+and deeper offence. Of the landscape nothing evil shall be said, and
+nothing good; but the figures cry aloud for remark and reprobation.
+These women are none of Shakspeare’s. Think but in passing of the
+fresh grace, the laughters as of April, the light delicate daring,
+the tender and brilliant sweetness of the true “Ganymede;” what is
+left of all this? She figures here as a fair-faced ballet-girl, with
+a soul absorbed by the calf of her leg. And this dull, sickly, stolid
+woman huddling heavily against her is Celia; this is the purest rarest
+type that Shakspeare could give of heroic and sweet devotion; this is
+she who alone even among his women could not live but in another’s
+life. And Touchstone--can this sour ape-cheeked face be the face that
+Jaques “met i’ the forest?” these the lips that rallied Corin and wooed
+Aubrey? “Bear your body more seemly,” Touchstone. And with all this
+debasement and distortion of Shakspeare’s figures, we do not even get
+by way of amends a well-wrought piece of work; forget if you will the
+names attached, this is still but an unlovely picture. It seems that
+Mr. Millais has forgotten how to paint a lady; his women here all smack
+of the side-scenes or the servants’ hall. Admirable for its strong sure
+power of painting, the “Stella” is, nevertheless, pitiably vacuous.
+If the sailors at Nelson’s tomb appeal somewhat overmuch to popular
+sentiment of no deep or delicate kind, the picture is yet a noble one
+and impressive. The faces are full of simple and keen feeling, of tacit
+and loyal reverence. There is a superfluous ugliness in the two wooden
+stumps; and perhaps the knack by which the light is arranged so as to
+strike out severally from each pane of the glass lantern is too like
+one of those petty feats which are as lime-twigs laid to catch the
+eyes and tongues of the half-trained sightseers who jostle and saunter
+through a gallery, pausing now and again to “wonder with a foolish face
+of praise.” The worst of these pictures, painted by a meaner man, would
+justly win notice and applause; but it is no small thing that a great
+man should do no greater work than some of this. The clear eye and the
+strong hand have not forgotten their cunning; it is a master whom we
+find too often at work fit only for a craftsman. Surely a painter who
+has done things so noble will not always be content to take for his
+battle-cry, “Philistia, be thou glad of me.”
+
+I return now to the works of Mr. Watts. His little landscape is full
+of that beauty which lives a dim brief life between sunset and dusk.
+The faint flames and mobile colours of the sky, the dim warm woods, the
+flight of doves about the dovecote, have all their part in the grave
+charm of evening, are all given back to the eye with the grace and
+strength of a master’s touch; the stacks that catch the glare and glow
+of low sunlight seem crude and violent in their intense yellow colour
+and hard angles of form: natural it may be, but a natural discord that
+jars upon the eye. “The Meeting of Jacob and Esau,” though something
+too academic, has in part the especial, the personal grandeur of Mr.
+Watts’s larger manner of work. In the pale smooth worn face of Jacob
+there is a shy sly shame which befits the supplanter: his well-nigh
+passive action, as of one half reassured and half abashed, bares to
+view the very heart and root of his nature; and the rough strenuous
+figure of Esau, in its frank grandeur of brave sun-brown limbs, speaks
+aloud on the other side of the story, by the fervid freedom of his
+impetuous embrace. Far off, between the meeting figures, midmost of the
+remote cavalcade, the fair clear face of a woman looks out, pale under
+folds of white, patient and ill at ease; her one would take to be Leah.
+It is noticeable that one year, not over rich in excellent work, should
+give us two admirable pictures drawn from the Hebrew chronicles. What
+they call scriptural art in England does not often bear such acceptable
+fruit. I know not if even Mr. Watts has ever painted a nobler portrait
+than this of Mr. Panizzi; it recalls the majestic strength and depth of
+Morone’s work: there is the same dominant power of hand and keenness of
+eye, the same breadth and subtlety of touch, the same noble reticence
+of colour.
+
+Before I pass on to speak of any other painter, I will here interpolate
+what I have to say of Mr. Watts’s bust of Clytie. Not imitative, not
+even assimilative of Michel Angelo’s manner, it yet by some vague
+and ineffable quality brings to mind his work rather than any Greek
+sculptor’s. There is the same intense and fiery sentiment, the same
+grandeur of device, the same mystery of tragedy. The colour and the
+passion of this work are the workman’s own. Never was a divine legend
+translated into diviner likeness. Large, deep-bosomed, superb in arm
+and shoulder, as should be the woman growing from flesh into flower
+through a godlike agony, from fairness of body to fullness of flower,
+large-leaved and broad of blossom, splendid and sad--yearning with
+all the life of her lips and breasts after the receding light and the
+removing love--this is the Clytie indeed whom sculptors and poets have
+loved for her love of the Sun their God. The bitter sweetness of the
+dividing lips, the mighty mould of the rising breasts, the splendour of
+her sorrow is divine: divine the massive weight of carven curls bound
+up behind, the heavy straying flakes of unfilleted hair below; divine
+the clear cheeks and low full forehead, the strong round neck made for
+the arms of a god only to clasp and bend down to their yoke. We seem to
+see the lessening sunset that she sees, and fear too soon to watch that
+stately beauty slowly suffer change and die into flower, that solid
+sweetness of body sink into petal and leaf. Sculpture such as this has
+actual colour enough without need to borrow of an alien art.
+
+The work of M. Legros is always of such a solid and serious excellence
+as to require no passing study. His picture of Henry VIII. and
+courtiers is, I must think, an instance of absolute error; it has
+no finer quality of its own, and the reminiscence of Holbein is not
+fortunate. “The Refectory” makes large amends: he has never done more
+perfect work than this. The cadence of colours is just and noble;
+witness the red-leaved book open in one monk’s hand on the white cloth,
+the clear green jug on the table, the dim green bronze of the pitcher
+on the floor; beside it a splendid cat, its fur beautiful with warm
+black bars on an exquisite ground of dull grey, its expectant eye and
+mouth lifted without further or superfluous motion. The figures are
+noble by mere force of truth; there is nothing of vulgar ugliness
+or theatrical holiness. As good but not so great as the celebrated
+“Ex-voto” of a past year, this picture is wholly worthy of a name
+already famous.
+
+The large work of Baron Leys stands out amid the overflow all round it
+of bad and feeble attempts or pretences at work in all the strength
+of its great quality of robust invention. It has the interest of
+excellent narrative; in every face there is a story. A great picture
+is something other than this; but this also is a great thing done. It
+is a chapter of history written in colours; a study which may remind
+us of Meinhold’s great romances, though the author of “Sidonia the
+Sorceress” may stand higher as a writer than Leys as a painter. All the
+realistic detail is here, but not the vital bloom and breath of action
+which Meinhold had to give. Rigour of judicial accuracy might refuse to
+this work the praise of a noble picture; for to that the final imprint
+and seal of beauty is requisite; and this beauty, if a man’s hand be
+but there to bestow it, may be wrought out of homely or heavenly faces,
+out of rare things or common, out of Titian’s women or Rembrandt’s.
+It is not the lack of prettiness which lowers the level of a picture.
+Here for imagination we have but intellect, for charm of form we have
+but force of thought. Too much also is matter of mere memory; thus
+the clerk writing is but a bastard brother of Holbein’s Erasmus. Form
+and colour are vigorous, if hard also and heavy; and when all is said
+it must in the end be still accepted as a work of high and rare power
+after its own kind, and that no common kind, nor unworthy of studious
+admiration and grave thanksgiving.
+
+It is well to compare this with the work that passes for historical in
+many English eyes. Doubtless it may be said that such things as some of
+these are not worth mention in a study so imperfect and discursive as
+this must be; that they were better passed by in peace and left to find
+their level. But it has been well said, “Il est des morts qu’il faut
+qu’on tue;” and though undesirous in general to take that duty out of
+abler hands, I will choose but one sample at random, on which I came by
+chance, looking up from Sir E. Landseer’s dog and deer, a work of brute
+ability, excellently repulsive as all brutish pain must be if duly
+rendered. This select sample of historic art in England is a picture
+of Mary Stuart about to sign her abdication. Posthumous parasites have
+often libelled her with praise of pencil or of pen; but retribution
+never yet fell heavier on her memory. She, the woman of such keen clear
+wits, such indomitable nerves, such pitiless charms and such tameless
+passions, that the very record of them can yet seduce and daunt men as
+she daunted and seduced them of old--the fairest, subtlest, hardest
+among women, with a heart of iron and fire--she shows here a fool’s
+face, doubtful between a simper and a sob, raised in pitiable appeal
+to a ring of stagestruck ruffians. The picture is worth notice as a
+tangible piece of proof that certain men do really accept this as the
+historic type of a figure so famous as hers. Another hand has drawn her
+portrait, perhaps somewhat nearer life, to this effect; (I take leave
+to cite the lines as a corrective, being reminded of them at sight of
+this picture. They may perhaps find place here, as the Queen of Scots
+figures thrice in this year’s show:)--
+
+ “Nor shall men ever say
+ But she was born right royal; full of sins,
+ Dyed hand and tongue with bloody stains and black,
+ Unmerciful, unfaithful, but of heart
+ So high and fiery, and of spirit so clear,
+ In extreme danger and pain so lifted up,
+ So of all violent things inviolable,
+ So large of courage, so superb of soul,
+ So sheathed with iron mind invincible
+ And arms unbreached of fireproof constancy--
+ By shame not shaken, fear or force or death,
+ Change, or all confluence of calamities--
+ And so at her worst need beloved, and so,
+ (Naked of help and honour when she seemed,
+ As other women would be, of their strength
+ Stript) still so of herself adorable,
+ She shall be a world’s wonder to all time,
+ A deadly glory watched of marvelling men
+ Not without praise, not without noble tears,
+ And if without what she would never have
+ Who had it never, pity--yet from none
+ Quite without reverence and some kind of love
+ For that which was so royal.”
+
+Having delivered my soul as to this matter, I return not unrelieved
+from historic ground, with some hope that this aberration may prove
+pardonable when the provocation has been taken into account.
+
+I have compared Albert Moore to Théophile Gautier; I am tempted to
+compare Mr. Leslie to Hégésippe Moreau. The low melodious notes of his
+painting have the soft reserve of tone and still sweetness of touch
+which belong to the idyllic poet of the Voulzie. Sometimes he almost
+attains the gentle grace of the other’s best verse--though I hardly
+remember a picture of his as exquisite for music and meaning as the
+“Étrennes à la Fermière.” His work of this year has much of tender
+beauty, especially the picture called “Home News;” his portraits have
+always a pleasant and genuine quality of their own; and in the picture
+called “The Empty Sleeve,” though trenching somewhat nearly on the
+obvious and facile ground of family feeling and domestic exhibition,
+there is enough of truth and grace visible to keep it up on the proper
+level of art.
+
+The “Evening Hymn” of Mr. Mason is in my mind the finest I have seen
+of his works, admirable beyond all where all are admirable. A row of
+girls, broken in rank here and there, stand and sing on a rough green
+rise of broken ground; behind them is a wild spare copse, beyond it
+a sunset of steady and sombre fire stains red with its sunken rays
+the long low space of sky; above this broad band of heavy colour the
+light is fitful and pale. The raised faces and opening mouths of the
+singers are as graceful as those carved by Della Robbia or Donatello
+in their choral groups; nothing visible of gape or strain, yet the
+action of song is made sensible. Their fine features are not over fine;
+they have all an air of the fields and the common country, which is
+confirmed in the figures, cast in a somewhat ruder mould, of the two
+young peasants who stand listening. One girl stands off a little from
+the rest, conning the text with eyes set fast upon her open book; the
+rest sing freely at large; the middle group of three girls is most
+noble and exquisite. Rich at once and grave in the colour, stately and
+sweet in the composition, this picture is a model of happy and majestic
+temperance.
+
+Mr. Walker’s picture of “Vagrants,” has more of actual beauty than
+his “Bathers” of last year; more of brilliant skill and swift sharp
+talent it can hardly have. The low marsh with its cold lights of grey
+glittering waters here and there; the stunted brushwood, the late and
+pale sky; the figures gathering about the kindling fire, sad and wild
+and worn and untameable; the one stately shape of a girl standing
+erect, her passionate beautiful face seen across the smoke of the scant
+fuel; all these are wrought with such appearance of ease and security
+and speed of touch, that the whole seems almost a feat of mere skill
+rather than a grave sample of work; but in effect it is no such slight
+thing.
+
+In Mr. Armstrong’s “Daffodils” there is a still sobriety of beauty, a
+quiet justice and a fine gravity of manner, far unlike the flash and
+flare of obtrusive cleverness which vexes us so often in English work
+of this kind. The sombre sweetness of a coming twilight is poured upon
+hill and field; only the yellow flowers wreathed about the child’s
+hat or held by the boy kneeling on the stile relieve the tender tone
+of sunless daylight with soft and tempered colour. The action of the
+figures has all the grace of simple truth and childlike nature.
+
+“The Exiled Jacobite” of Mr. Lidderdale is full of the noble sadness of
+the subject, excellent also as a genuine picture, a work of composed
+harmony. The noble worn face of the old man, stamped with the sacred
+seal of patience and pain, looks seaward over the discoloured stonework
+of the low wall, beyond the dull grey roofs of a low-lying town that
+slope to the foreign shore. His eyes are not upon the dusky down
+sweeping up behind, the rough quaint houses and deep hollow, veiled all
+and blue with the misty late air; they are set, sad and strong, upon
+things they shall never see indeed again. From the whole figure the
+spirit of the old song speaks:
+
+ “Now all is done that man can do,
+ And all is done in vain.”
+
+The pathos of the picture is masculine and plain as truth; the painter
+might have written under it the simple first words of the same most
+noble song:
+
+ “It was a’ for our rightful king.”
+
+Mr. Poynter’s picture of “The Catapult” has an admirable energy of
+thought and handiwork; the force and weight of faculty shown in it
+would be worthy remark if the result were less excellent. Excellent of
+its kind it is, but not delightful; surprise and esteem it provokes,
+but not the glad gratitude with which we should welcome all great work.
+The labouring figures and the monstrous engine are worthy of wonder and
+praise; but there is a want on the whole of beauty, a want in detail of
+interest. The painter’s “Israel in Egypt” had more of both qualities,
+though there is this year a visible growth of power; it left upon our
+eyes a keen impression of gorgeous light and cruelty and splendour and
+suffering; it had more room for the rival effects at once of fine art
+and of casual sentiment.
+
+The two pictures of Mr. Hughes show all his inevitable grace and tender
+way of work; they are full of gentle colour and soft significance. The
+smaller is to us the sweeter sample; but both are noticeable for their
+clear soft purity and bright delicacy of thought and touch. In the
+larger picture the bird singing on the sill, delicious as it would be
+anywhere, has here a double charm.
+
+There is a genuine force and a quaint beauty in Mr. Houghton’s
+picture--portrait it can hardly be called--of a gentleman in his
+laboratory. His other picture, of a boy lifting up a younger child
+to smell a rose on the tree, while a kitten bounds at his feet, is
+admirable for its plain direct grace of manner.
+
+The head of a priest by Mr. Burgess has a clear air of truth and
+strength; its Spanish manner recalls the style of Phillip, whom the
+painter, it seems, has sought to emulate. Among the few portraits worth
+a look or a word, is that of Mrs. Birket Foster by Mr. Orchardson;
+though the showy simplicity be something of a knack, and the painting
+of woodwork and drapery rather a trick of trade acquired than a test
+of accomplished power, the work is so well done and the action so
+plain and good as to bear and to reward a second look.
+
+The show of this year is noticeably barren in landscape. Nothing is
+here of Inchbold, nothing of Anthony. The time which can bring forth
+but two such men should have also brought forth men capable to judge
+them and to enjoy. Even here however the field is not all sterile:
+there are two studies of sea by Mr. H. Moore, worthy to redeem the
+whole waste of a year. One of these shows an ebbing tide before the
+squall comes up; the soft low tumult of washing waves, not yet beaten
+into storm and foam, but weltering and whitening under cloud and wind,
+will soon gather power and passion; as yet there is some broken and
+pallid sunlight flung over it by faint flashes, which serve but to show
+the deepening trouble and quickening turmoil of reluctant waters. The
+shifting and subtle colours of the surging sea and grey blowing sky are
+beautiful and true. The study of storm subsiding as the waves beat up
+inshore, though vigorous and faithful, is in parts somewhat heavy; but
+the jostling breakers muster and fight and fall with all the grace and
+force of nature.
+
+In these stray notes I had meant to set down nothing in dispraise of
+this picture or that, but merely to say of such as I found good the
+best I had to say; passing by of necessity many well worthy of praise
+or blame, and many more not wholly worthy of either. Of these indeed
+the main part of an exhibition must usually be made up; of mediocrities
+and ingenuities which art must on the whole ignore and put aside
+without rebuke, though they may not call aloud for fire to consume
+them. But a word may here be said of M. Édouard Frère; a name that
+carries weight with it. He has been likened to Wordsworth; it must be
+a Wordsworth shorn of his beams. In the large field of the poet there
+are barren and weedy places enough; he may at times, with relaxed hand
+and bedimmed eye, drop from the hills to the quagmires, and croak there
+to children, instead of singing to men; but the qualities which at such
+times a great poet may have in common with a small painter are not the
+qualities which make him great. When we find in M. Frère the majesty
+and music of thought, the stately strength and high-toned harmonies,
+the deep sure touch and keen-edged pathos of the poet, then only we may
+grant the kinship. To the rags and tatters, the stubble and sweepings
+of Wordsworth, he meantime is more than welcome. What is there in this
+year’s picture well conceived, well composed, well painted? what of
+effect, of harmony, of variety in these crude monotonous figures? A
+great artist in verse or in colour may assuredly make some great thing
+out of the commonest unwashed group of dull faces; but the workman must
+first be great; and this workman, without force of hand or delicacy,
+without depth or grace of painting, would pass off on us, in lieu of
+these, such mere trickeries of coarse and easy sentiment, fit only
+to “milk the maudlin” eyes of M. Prudhomme and his wife. Turn from
+his work to that of M. Legros, and compare the emasculate with the
+masculine side of French art.
+
+Among the drawings here are two studies by Mr. Sandys, both worthy of
+the high place held by the artist. One is a portrait full of force
+and distinction, drawn as perhaps no other man among us can draw; the
+other, a woman’s face, is one of his most solid and splendid designs;
+a woman of rich, ripe, angry beauty, she draws one warm long lock of
+curling hair through her full and moulded lips, biting it with bared
+bright teeth, which add something of a tiger’s charm to the sleepy and
+couching passion of her fair face. But of that which is not here I have
+also something to say. Exclusion and suppression of certain things in
+the range of art are not really possible to any academy upon earth, be
+it pictorial or literary. It is natural for academies to try, when any
+rare or new good thing comes before them in either kind; witness much
+of academic history in England as in France; but the record of their
+ill-will has always been the record of their impotence. Mr. Sandys’
+picture of “Medea” is well enough known by this time, wherever there
+is any serious knowledge of art, to claim here some word of comment,
+not less seasonable than if it were now put forward to grace the great
+show of the year. Like Coriolanus, the painter might say if he would
+that it is his to banish the judges, his to reject the “common cry” of
+academics. For this, beyond all doubt, is as yet his masterpiece. Pale
+as from poison, with the blood drawn back from her very lips, agonized
+in face and limbs with the labour and the fierce contention of old
+love with new, of a daughter’s love with a bride’s, the fatal figure
+of Medea pauses a little on the funereal verge of the wood of death,
+in act to pour a blood-like liquid into the soft opal-coloured hollow
+of a shell. The future is hard upon her, as a cup of bitter poison set
+close to her mouth; the furies of Absyrtus, the furies of her children,
+rise up against her from the unrisen years; her eyes are hungry and
+helpless, full of a fierce and raging sorrow. Hard by her, henbane and
+aconite and nightshade thrive and grow full of fruit and death; before
+her fair feet the bright-eyed toads engender after their kind. Upon the
+golden ground behind is wrought in allegoric decoration the likeness of
+the ship Argo, with other emblems of the tragic things of her life. The
+picture is grand alike for wealth of symbol and solemnity of beauty.
+
+The present year has other pictures to be proud of, not submitted to
+the loose and slippery judgment of an academy. Of one or two such I am
+here permitted to make mention. The great picture which Mr. Whistler
+has now in hand is not yet finished enough for any critical detail to
+be possible; it shows already promise of a more majestic and excellent
+beauty of form than his earlier studies, and of the old delicacy and
+melody of ineffable colour. Of three slighter works lately painted,
+I may set down a few rapid notes; but no task is harder than this
+of translation from colour into speech, when the speech must be so
+hoarse and feeble, when the colour is so subtle and sublime. Music or
+verse might strike some string accordant in sound to such painting,
+but a mere version such as this is as a psalm of Tate’s to a psalm of
+David’s. In all of these the main strings touched are certain varying
+chords of blue and white, not without interludes of the bright and
+tender tones of floral purple or red. In two of the studies the keynote
+is an effect of sea; in one, a sketch for the great picture, the soft
+brilliant floor-work and wall-work of a garden balcony serve in its
+stead to set forth the flowers and figures of flower-like women. In
+a second, we have again a gathering of women in a balcony; from the
+unseen flowerland below tall almond-trees shoot up their topmost
+crowns of tender blossom; beyond and far out to west and south the
+warm and solemn sea spreads wide and soft without wrinkle of wind. The
+dim grey floor-work in front, delicate as a summer cloud in colour,
+is antiphonal to the bluer wealth of water beyond: and between these
+the fair clusters of almond-blossom make divine division. Again the
+symphony or (if you will) the antiphony is sustained by the fervid or
+the fainter colours of the women’s raiment as they lean out one against
+another, looking far oversea in that quiet depth of pleasure without
+words when spirit and sense are filled full of beautiful things, till
+it seems that at a mere breath the charmed vessels of pleasure would
+break or overflow, the brimming chalices of the senses would spill
+this wine of their delight. In the third of these studies the sea is
+fresher, lightly kindling under a low clear wind; at the end of a pier
+a boat is moored, and women in the delicate bright robes of eastern
+fashion and colour so dear to the painter are about to enter it; one
+is already midway the steps of the pier; she pauses, half unsure of
+her balance, with an exquisite fluttered grace of action. Her comrades
+above are also somewhat troubled, their robes lightly blown about by
+the sea-wind, but not too much for light laughter and a quivering
+pleasure. Between the dark wet stair-steps and piles of the pier the
+sweet bright sea shows foamless here and blue. This study has more of
+the delight of life than the others; which among three such may be most
+beautiful I neither care to guess nor can. They all have the immediate
+beauty, they all give the direct delight of natural things; they seem
+to have grown as a flower grows, not in any forcing house of ingenious
+and laborious cunning. This indeed is in my eyes a special quality of
+Mr. Whistler’s genius; a freshness and fulness of the loveliest life
+of things, with a high clear power upon them which seems to educe a
+picture as the sun does a blossom or a fruit.
+
+It is well known that the painter of whom I now propose to speak has
+never suffered exclusion or acceptance at the hand of any academy. To
+such acceptance or such rejection all other men of any note have been
+and may be liable. It is not less well known that his work must always
+hold its place as second in significance and value to no work done by
+any English painter of his time. Among the many great works of Mr. D.
+G. Rossetti, I know of none greater than his two latest. These are
+types of sensual beauty and spiritual, the siren and the sibyl. The one
+is a woman of the type of Adam’s first wife; she is a living Lilith,
+with ample splendour of redundant hair;
+
+ She excels
+ All women in the magic of her locks;
+ And when she winds them round a young man’s neck
+ She will not ever set him free again.
+
+Clothed in soft white garments, she draws out through a comb the heavy
+mass of hair like thick spun gold to fullest length; her head leans
+back half sleepily, superb and satiate with its own beauty; the eyes
+are languid, without love in them or hate; the sweet luxurious mouth
+has the patience of pleasure fulfilled and complete, the warm repose of
+passion sure of its delight. Outside, as seen in the glimmering mirror,
+there is full summer; the deep and glowing leaves have drunk in the
+whole strength of the sun. The sleepy splendour of the picture is a fit
+raiment for the idea incarnate of faultless fleshly beauty and peril
+of pleasure unavoidable. For this serene and sublime sorceress there
+is no life but of the body; with spirit (if spirit there be) she can
+dispense. Were it worth her while for any word to divide those terrible
+tender lips, she too might say with the hero of the most perfect and
+exquisite book of modern times--_Mademoiselle de Maupin_--“Je trouve
+la terre aussi belle que le ciel, et je pense que la correction de la
+forme est la vertu.” Of evil desire or evil impulse she has nothing;
+and nothing of good. She is indifferent, equable, magnetic; she charms
+and draws down the souls of men by pure force of absorption, in no wise
+wilful or malignant; outside herself she cannot live, she cannot even
+see: and because of this she attracts and subdues all men at once in
+body and in spirit. Beyond the mirror she cares not to look, and could
+not.
+
+ “Ma mia suora Rahel mai non si smaga
+ Dal suo miraglio, e siede tutto ’l giorno.”
+
+So, rapt in no spiritual contemplation, she will sit to all time,
+passive and perfect: the outer light of a sweet spring day flooding
+and filling the massive gold of her hair. By the reflection in a deep
+mirror of fervent foliage from without, the chief chord of stronger
+colour is touched in this picture; next in brilliance and force of
+relief is the heap of curling and tumbling hair on which the sunshine
+strikes; the face and head of the siren are withdrawn from the full
+stroke of the light.
+
+After this faint essay at an exposition, the weighty and melodious
+words in which the painter has recast his thought (words inscribed
+on the frame of the picture) will be taken as full atonement for my
+shortcomings; I fear only that the presumption and insufficience of the
+commentator will now be but the more visible.
+
+
+LADY LILITH.
+
+ Of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, it is told
+ (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve)
+ That, ere the snake’s, her sweet tongue could deceive,
+ And her enchanted hair was the first gold.
+ And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
+ And, subtly of herself contemplative,
+ Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave,
+ Till heart and body and life are in its hold.
+
+ Rose, foxglove, poppy, are her flowers: for where
+ Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
+ And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
+ Lo! as that youth’s eyes burned at thine, so went
+ Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent,
+ And round his heart one strangling golden hair.
+
+The other picture gives the type opposite to this; a head of serene and
+spiritual beauty, severe and tender, with full and heavy hair falling
+straight in grave sweet lines, not like Lilith’s exuberant of curl
+and coil; with carven column of throat, solid and round and flawless
+as living ivory; with still and sacred eyes and pure calm lips; an
+imperial votaress truly, in maiden meditation: yet as true and tangible
+a woman of mortal mould, as ripe and firm of flesh as her softer and
+splendid sister. The mystic emblems behind her show her power upon
+love and death to make them loyal servants to the law of her lofty and
+solemn spirit. Here also the artist alone should first be heard; and
+I, having leave to act as his outrider, give him the due precedence.
+
+SIBYLLA PALMIFERA.
+
+ Under the arch of life, where love and death,
+ Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw
+ Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe,
+ I drew it in as simply as my breath.
+ Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath,
+ The sky and sea bend on thee,--which can draw,
+ By sea or sky or woman, to one law,
+ The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.
+
+ This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise
+ Thy voice and hand shake still,--long known to thee
+ By flying hair and fluttering hem,--the beat
+ Following her daily of thy heart and feet,
+ How passionately and irretrievably,
+ In what fond flight, how many ways and days!
+
+After these all weaker words must fall flat enough; but something of
+further description may yet be allowed. Behind this figure of the ideal
+and inaccessible beauty, an inlaid wall of alternate alabaster and
+black marble bears inwrought on its upper part the rival twin emblems
+of love and death; over the bare carven skull poppies impend, and
+roses over the sweet head with bound blind eyes: in her hand is the
+palm-branch, a sceptre of peace and of power. The cadence of colour is
+splendid and simple, a double trinity of green and red, the dim red
+robe, the deep red poppies, the soft red roses; and again the green
+veil wound about with wild flowers, the green down of poppy-leaves, the
+sharper green of rose-leaves.
+
+An unfinished picture of Beatrice (the Beata Beatrix of the Vita
+Nuova), a little before death, is perhaps the noblest of Mr. Rossetti’s
+many studies after Dante. This work is wholly symbolic and ideal; a
+strange bird flown earthward from heaven brings her in its beak a
+full-blown poppy, the funereal flower of sleep. Her beautiful head
+lies back, sad and sweet, with fast-shut eyes in a death-like trance
+that is not death; over it the shadow of death seems to impend, making
+sombre the splendour of her ample hair and tender faultless features.
+Beyond her the city and the bridged river are seen as from far, dim
+and veiled with misty lights as though already “sitting alone, made
+as a widow.” Love, one side, comes bearing in his hand a heart in
+flames, having his eyes bent upon Dante’s; on the other side is Dante,
+looking sadly across the way towards Love. In this picture the light is
+subdued and soft, touching tenderly from behind the edges of Beatrice’s
+hair and raiment; in the others there is a full fervour of daylight.
+The great picture of Venus Verticordia has now been in great measure
+recast; the head is of a diviner type of beauty; golden butterflies
+hover about the halo of her hair, alight upon the apple or the arrow in
+her hands; her face has the sweet supremacy of a beauty imperial and
+immortal; her glorious bosom seems to exult and expand as the roses
+on each side of it. The painting of leaf and fruit and flower in this
+picture is beyond my praise or any man’s; but of one thing I will here
+take note; the flash of green brilliance from the upper leaves of the
+trellis against the sombre green of the trees behind. Once more it must
+appear that the painter alone can translate into words as perfect in
+music and colour the sense and spirit of his work.
+
+VENUS VERTICORDIA.
+
+ She hath it in her hand to give it thee,
+ Yet almost in her heart would hold it back;
+ She muses, with her eyes upon the track
+ Of that which in thy spirit they can see.
+ Haply, “Behold, he is at peace,” saith she:
+ “Alas! the apple for his lips--the dart
+ That follows its brief sweetness to his heart--
+ The wandering of his feet perpetually!”
+
+ A little space her glance is still and coy;
+ But if she give the fruit that works her spell,
+ Those eyes shall flame as for her Phrygian boy;
+ Then shall her bird’s strained throat the woe foretell,
+ And her far seas moan as a single shell,
+ And through her dark grove strike the light of Troy.
+
+Another work, as yet incomplete, is a study of La Pia; she is seen
+looking forth from the ramparts of her lord’s castle, over the fatal
+lands without; her pallid splendid face hangs a little forward, wan
+and white against the mass of dark deep hair; under her hands is a
+work of embroidery, hanging still on the frame unfinished; just touched
+by the weak weary hands, it trails forward across the lap of her pale
+green raiment, into the foreground of the picture. In her eyes is a
+strange look of wonder and sorrow and fatigue, without fear and without
+pain, as though she were even now looking beyond earth into the soft
+and sad air of purgatory: she presses the deadly marriage-ring into
+the flesh of her finger, so deep that the soft skin is bloodless and
+blanched from the intense imprint of it. Two other studies, as yet only
+sketched, give promise of no less beauty; the subject of one was long
+since handled by the artist in a slighter manner. It also is taken
+from the Vita Nuova; Dante in a dream beholding Beatrice dead, tended
+by handmaidens, and Love, with bow and dart in hand, in act to kiss
+her beautiful dead mouth. The other is a design of Perseus showing to
+Andromeda the severed head of Medusa, reflected in water; an old and
+well-worn subject, but renewed and reinformed with life by the vital
+genius of the artist. In the Pompeian picture we see the lovers at
+halt beside a stream, on their homeward way; here we see them in their
+house, bending over the central cistern or impluvium of the main court.
+The design is wonderful for grace and force; the picture will assuredly
+be one of the painter’s greatest.
+
+Wide and far apart as lie their provinces of work, their tones of
+thought and emotion, the two illustrious artists of whom I have just
+said a short and inadequate word have in common one supreme quality of
+spirit and of work, coloured and moulded in each by his individual and
+inborn force of nature; the love of beauty for the very beauty’s sake,
+the faith and trust in it as in a god indeed. This gift of love and
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+importance._”--PUBLIC OBSERVER, 16th Nov., 1867.
+
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+1867.
+
+“_Every intending buyer of Jewellery should make Mr. Streeter’s little
+book his vade mecum._”--ILLUSTRATED NEWS, 30th November, 1867.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Punctuation has been standardised; hyphenation has been retained as it
+appears in the original publication.
+
+The following changes have been made:
+
+ Page 30
+ 1052. APGRIFFITH _changed to_
+ 1052. AP GRIFFITH
+
+ Page 42
+ But a word may here be said of M. Edouard Frère _changed to_
+ But a word may here be said of M. Édouard Frère
+
+ Page 47
+ And soft-shed fingers and soft sleep shall snare? _changed to_
+ And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75265 ***
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+
+<h1>Notes on the Royal Academy Exhibition, 1868</h1>
+
+<div class="section">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<p class="center p120"><em>PRICE, ONE SHILLING.</em></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="drop-cap-container">
+<p class="hang p180 smcap drop-cap">N<span class="underline">otes on the<br>
+ royal academy<br>
+ exhibition, <span class="p8">1868</span>.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="container">
+<p class="hang p140 underline mt3">Part I., by<br>
+ Wm. Michael Rossetti.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="container">
+<p class="hang p140 underline">Part II., by<br>
+ Algernon C. Swinburne.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center p120 mt3">LONDON:<br>
+JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN PICCADILLY.</p>
+
+<hr class="divider2">
+
+<p class="center mt3">(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)</p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p class="center">BY HER MAJESTY’S ROYAL LETTERS PATENT.</p>
+
+<p class="center p180">BRYANT &amp; MAY’S</p>
+
+<p class="p110">The “Times” says “Lucifers have risen gradually to be at last a
+special source of danger, and no careful housekeeper who looked at
+these returns (<em>Fire Brigade</em>) would ever allow any but <em>Safety
+Matches</em> inside their doors.”</p>
+
+<hr class="divider3">
+
+<p class="center p120">PATENT</p>
+
+<p class="center p180">SAFETY MATCHES</p>
+
+<hr class="divider3">
+
+<p class="p110"><em><span class="smcap">Fraud.</span></em> Without the precaution of observing closely the
+address, <span class="smcap">Bryant &amp; May</span>, and their Trade Mark,
+ <img style="width: 8em" src="images/trade-mark.jpg" width="819" height="271" alt="Bryant and May Trade Mark">
+the Public may be imposed upon with an article that <em>does not
+afford</em> Protection from Fire.</p>
+
+<hr class="divider3">
+
+<p class="center p140">LIGHT ONLY ON THE BOX.</p>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_i"></a>i</span>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center linespace"><span class="spaced p180">NOTES</span><br>
+<span class="p8">ON THE</span><br>
+<span class="p140">ROYAL ACADEMY EXHIBITION,</span><br>
+<span class="p120">1868.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center linespace2"><span class="p8">PART I. BY</span><br>
+ WM. MICHAEL ROSSETTI.</p>
+
+<p class="center linespace2 mt2"><span class="p8">PART II. BY</span><br>
+ ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE.</p>
+
+<hr class="divider3">
+<p class="center">“Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s
+scope.”—<span class="smcap">Shakspeare.</span></p>
+<hr class="divider3">
+
+<p class="center mt3">LONDON:<br>
+ JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, PICCADILLY.</p>
+
+<hr class="short">
+
+<p class="center p8">(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_ii"></a>ii</span>
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> reader of this pamphlet will be apt to understand, from its very
+arrangement, the fact that each of the writers speaks solely for
+himself. Each chooses his own point of view, and expresses his own
+opinion, and in his own way. If the opinions happen to diverge, it will
+be for the reader to select, as he pleases, either or neither.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="float-right">
+<p class="noi">
+A. C. S.<br>
+W. M. R.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter clear">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_iii"></a>iii</span>
+</div>
+
+<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">A person</span> who undertakes to express to the public his opinion of any
+such Exhibition as that of the Royal Academy is not unreasonably liable
+to the imputation of presumption. For that imputation I am prepared; I
+admit it to be, within certain limits, just; and must bear it as I may.</p>
+
+<p>But there are two forms of possible and probable censure which I should
+respectfully decline to accept as well bestowed.</p>
+
+<p>The first is censure of a signed critical pamphlet, <em>rather than</em>
+an unsigned newspaper or review article. The pamphlet expresses the
+opinion of an individual: the article does or ought to do the same. So
+far they stand on the same ground; anything which may be presumption
+in the first is presumption in the second also. The difference is that
+the first does, while the second does not, lay bare the writer to the
+retorts of any person who may hold himself aggrieved: that may be more
+open, more equitable, and more bold, but it is not more presumptuous.</p>
+
+<p>The second form of misleading censure is that which makes a point of
+reprobating omissions. The limits of this pamphlet, as to dimensions
+and as to the time and facilities available for its preparation and
+composition, are manifestly narrow. All that the writer professes is to
+say straightforwardly whatever he does say: he by no means implies that
+nothing else remains to be noted concerning the works of art commented
+upon, nor that the works wholly omitted are undeserving of mention.
+If anybody, therefore, tells me that the picture of A, of which<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_iv"></a>iv</span> this
+pamphlet says nothing, merits criticism, or that the picture of B,
+praised for colour, claims praise on the score of drawing also, I shall
+have no difficulty in admitting the probable correctness of these
+remarks; but, if he adds that I am blameable for the omissions, I shall
+feel entitled to reply that A’s picture and B’s draughtsmanship were
+not in the bond. What <em>is</em> in the bond is liberty of selection
+and candour of statement on my part: if my selection is stupid, or my
+statement unfair or erroneous, be that the charge. Let the censure
+concern itself with something wrong that <em>is</em> done; not with
+something right that might have been done.</p>
+
+<div class="float-right">
+<p class="noi">W. M. R.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter clear">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>1</span>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center p180 linespace2">ROYAL ACADEMY EXHIBITION,<br>
+1868.</p>
+
+<hr class="short">
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="PART_I"><em>PART I.</em></h2>
+<hr class="short">
+
+<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Some</span> twenty years and more ago, the ingrained fault of the British
+School of Painting was that it painted flimsy pictures. They were not
+exactly sketchy, having little of either the merits or defects proper
+to the phase of art termed sketching: pictures they were, but flimsy
+pictures. Then came the thick-and-thin revolution of Præraphaelitism;
+which aimed at treating substantial subjects, thinking them out deeply,
+and painting them with abnormal thoroughness. That revolution scarcely
+exists now otherwise than in its results: certain works executed
+according to the principle in question, and representing it; many
+others parodying or maiming the principle, and traducing it; a vast
+number of works, still in course of active production, which owe their
+genesis to the principle, but have metamorphosed it beyond recognition.
+So that now we have come round to a condition of the school more
+analogous to that of twenty years ago: only that the present staple
+product is, instead of flimsy pictures, works executed with a valuable
+reserve-fund of knowledge, efficiency, and material, but in the feeling
+and with the aim proper to sketches. Critics have long been beseeching
+for “breadth.” That is now supplied to them in handsome measure; but
+it is found that breadth, like frittering, may overlie a considerable
+surface of commonplace and inanity. The very skill of our current
+generation of painters is one of their chief perils; for it enables
+them to indicate with ease, and often indeed with mastery, what less<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>2</span>
+dexterity could only strive for with labour. Rapid gains and the tumult
+of competition conduce towards the same result. The upshot, to some
+critics, is, in the present Academy exhibition, a sense of no little
+dissatisfaction, mingled with unstinted recognition of telling and
+well-diffused ability. One perceives that many artists can now do a
+good deal, if they choose; but the more sound one sees the attainments
+of the painter himself to be, the less one is disposed to accept with
+implicit faith the rather cheap outcome of those attainments. Sketches
+may be excellent things, and they testify to the ready availability of
+the artist’s gifts: but sketches magnified into pictures cloy upon one.
+They betray in especial a self-complacent unconcern for higher efforts.
+In general character the present Academy exhibition, the hundredth of
+the series, is very like that of 1867: that was a particularly clever
+display, according to its own standard, and this perhaps is nearly on a
+par with
+it.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p>
+
+<div class="footnote">
+<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[A]</a> To estimate the comparative merits of successive
+Exhibitions is always to me a difficult matter. The sentence in the
+text expresses what I felt about the present Academy show while I was
+in the rooms and as I began writing; but, on treating of the pictures
+individually, I so often have to say that some painter is this year
+quite at his best that I infer the display of 1868 may probably be
+fully as good as that of 1867. I leave the text, however, unaltered, as
+faithful to a general impression.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>With these few remarks, I turn at once to the walls, and begin with—</p>
+
+
+<p>6. <span class="smcap">Millais</span>—<em>Sisters.</em>—It is a great satisfaction to
+find Mr. Millais in force this year—in very superior force, for
+instance, to what he displayed last year. This group of three girlish
+sisters—the painter’s daughters—shows him in pure, unforced,
+untrammelled possession of his mastery throughout. The arrangement of
+the group is so far artificial that one clearly perceives the sisters
+are posing for their portraits: no effort is made to disguise this
+fact, and it cannot, I think, be counted as a blemish—rather as one
+legitimate method of portrait-painting, though not so popular now as
+the contrary scheme. All the three girls are dressed in white muslin,
+with azure ribbons, and hair combed out. The background is composed
+of azaleas, which, in the
+left-hand<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>
+corner of the picture, seem to
+change from crimson-pink to vermilion-pink; but the latter colour is
+scrubbed about with no appreciable traces of form.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote">
+<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[B]</a> “Left-hand” and “right-hand,” in this pamphlet, will
+always be used to designate the portions of the pictures opposite to
+the <em>spectator’s</em> left and right respectively.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>3</span></p>
+
+<p>10. <span class="smcap">Leys</span>—<em lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">La Famille Pallavicini de Gênes réclamant le
+droit de Bourgeoisie des Bourgmestres et Echevins de la Ville d’Anvers,
+1542.</em>—When our Royal Academy is honoured by a contribution from
+one of the first magnates of European art, it becomes us to accept his
+work in a spirit of gratitude, with much desire to study, and very
+little to cavil. It is by way of study that I venture to note some
+of the leading characteristics of that mediæval style which has made
+Baron Leys famous throughout the civilized world. 1st. He identifies
+himself with the period he paints—not only in a general way, as a
+good scholar might do, but especially in respect of its concerted
+outer demonstrations, and its social aspects, and this with all the
+more zest when a spice of patriotism is involved. 2nd. Working from
+this solid basis of mediævalism, he is never afraid of individualizing
+his personages to the very uttermost: they are actual men and women
+whom he might—and for anything I know does—pick up in the streets of
+modern Belgium. An extreme instance appears in the present picture,
+in the furthest right-hand figure, whose portrait-like aspect is
+unmistakeable. This, however, being an obviously modern head, differs
+from the generality—which, with their personal actuality, are somehow
+<em>projected back</em>, by the imagination and skill of the painter,
+into the mediæval period, and thus come to be even more like what
+one conceives of the sixteenth than what one knows of the nineteenth
+century. Hence an air of startling realism: the personages are as real
+as if they were painted in coats and trowsers; and the mediævalism
+is as real as any modern man can make it. The very uncouthness and
+hard-featuredness of the figures is a powerful element in this realism:
+it looks as if the painter had seen them actually there, and depicted
+them as in duty bound—had he been selecting, one would expect<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>4</span> more
+of positive beauty or semi-idealism. 3rd. Baron Leys paints with a
+remarkable mixture of force and slightness, detail and unfinish. He
+gives an extraordinary number of items, and with singular strength of
+definition, yet with little that can, on close inspection, be called
+elaboration. Everything is done so as to solicit the eye at a little
+distance, and up to a certain point to satisfy, never to satiate it.
+The style of execution has even a good deal that might be termed rough
+and ready; and (what is of great importance) it is quite unlike any
+handiwork of the Middle Ages themselves. Moreover, the painter (in the
+present phase of his style) very seldom gives any mere <em>accidents</em>
+of light and shade—direct or flickering sunshine, contrasts of natural
+and artificial light, or the like. It may seem fanciful to say that
+this also subserves the historical impression; and yet I think it
+does so powerfully—the scenes and the actors in them tell upon the
+mind, through the eye, as having passed out of the momentary into the
+permanent—out of the region of chance and change into that dim lumour
+and remote subsistency of the past. Having said thus much, by way of
+study, of Baron Leys’s pictures in general, I shall not endeavour
+to analyse the particular work before us. It is a <em>replica</em> of
+one of his frescoes in the Townhall of Antwerp, and illustrates the
+value which distinguished foreigners were wont to set upon the right
+of citizenship in that great commercial and privileged city. It is
+to be regarded as an important and excellent specimen of the master,
+though some others might deserve the preference in point of executive
+completeness.</p>
+
+<p>17. <span class="smcap">Linnell, Sen.</span>—<em>English Woodlands.</em>—A very
+characteristic and fine example of the painter’s style: one might use
+it as a text-book wherefrom to develope his specialties in the English
+school of landscape.</p>
+
+
+<p>30. <span class="smcap">Watts</span>—<em>Landscape, Evening.</em>—A small work, but
+conspicuous by its broad, strong colour, very warm and mellow: it has
+power both of hand and of sentiment. The sky is especially luminous.</p>
+
+
+<p>44. <span class="smcap">Hemy</span>—<em>Tête de Flandre, near Antwerp.</em>—There is
+a great deal of space in this picture: and the tone of green-grey
+colour is finely felt and solidly sustained. A sense of the ripple in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>5</span>
+the estuary is given by a curious sort of sleight of hand—an actual
+ridging or rucking in the surface of the paint.</p>
+
+
+<p>52. <span class="smcap">Cope</span>—<em>The Life’s Story.</em>—This is the subject of
+Othello relating his adventures to Brabantio and Desdemona. The lady
+hangs upon the words of the Moor with a demonstrative interest that
+fully justified his inference that she must be in love with him. The
+picture cannot, I think, be counted among Mr. Cope’s successes.</p>
+
+
+<p>64. <span class="smcap">Grant</span>—<em>The Duke of Cambridge at the Battle of
+the Alma, leading the Guards up the Hill in support of the Light
+Division.</em>—The weak point of this picture is the isolated figure
+of the Duke himself, which has more the character of a likeness by
+a portrait-painter than of a leading agent in the event. The Guards
+in the foreground are happily treated; with sufficient individuality
+in the several figures, not made singly over-prominent. The general
+execution is not unlike that of Sir Edwin Landseer; which is as much as
+to say that it has uncommon ability.</p>
+
+
+<p>70. <span class="smcap">Millais</span>—<em>Rosalind and Celia.</em>—A picture full of
+sunny light and masterly celerity of execution. The faces have great
+sentiment, and ample charm of beauty: the confiding self-subordinating
+character of Celia speaks in the lines of her mouth. Touchstone is
+older than one would infer from the drama. It is a pity that Mr.
+Millais did not set himself to reflect what Rosalind would probably
+have done with her hair and costume in order to sustain the disguise
+of a young man. The upper portion of the dress is absurdly feminine,
+and hardly recedes even from the nineteenth century. On the stage one
+pardons the paraded sex of the actress—it is partly unavoidable, and
+partly a device of her profession: but in a picture one fairly expects
+a greater conformity to the common sense of the situation. Mr. Millais,
+however, never <em>will</em> pay any attention to his costume. With
+all the signal merits of the execution, the texture is not free from
+woolliness.</p>
+
+
+<p>87. <span class="smcap">Frith</span>—<em>Before dinner at Boswell’s Lodgings in Bond
+Street, 1769: present, Johnson, Garrick, Goldsmith, Reynolds, Murphy,
+Bickerstaff, Davies, and Boswell.</em>—We have heard only too often
+about Goldsmith’s “bloom-coloured coat.”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>6</span> This is the scene of its
+exhibition before Boswell’s guests. The picture may be termed a
+self-respecting one: the humours of the personages and the incident are
+indicated without being made to stare one out of countenance. <em>Per
+contra</em>, it must be said that strength is deficient throughout:
+common weakish mouths prevail in this distinguished company. Goldsmith
+and Reynolds are indifferent likenesses; and Johnson’s clothes fit
+almost as accurately as Goldsmith’s.</p>
+
+
+<p>123. <span class="smcap">Edwin Landseer</span>—<em>Rent-Day in the
+Wilderness.</em>—“After the defeat of the Stuart army in 1715, at
+Sheriff Muir, Colonel Donald Murchison, to whom the Earl of Seaforth
+confided his confiscated estates in Ross-shire, defended them for
+ten years, and regularly transmitted the rents to his attainted and
+exiled chief.” The picture shows the rent being thus collected under
+difficulties. A bearded clansman, attended by his daughter, is in the
+act of paying; a friar kneels close beside Colonel Murchison; and a
+number of other Highlanders have assembled for the occasion. This
+large and crowded picture has a peculiar look, in consequence of the
+stealthy and crouching action of most of the figures: they are keeping
+close amid the brushwood on one side of Loch Affric, while some of
+the Government soldiers are patrolling the opposite bank. The work
+has thus—besides the generic merits which any large painting by Sir
+Edwin Landseer is sure to possess—plenty that is both peculiar and
+interesting, not unmingled with a certain impression of discomfort.</p>
+
+
+<p>138. <span class="smcap">Herbert</span>—<em>The Valley of Moses in the Desert of
+Sinai.</em>—This picture (as Mr. Herbert is stated never to have been
+in the East) is somewhat noticeable in point of eclectic, and at
+the same time diluted, study. The light and tone are agreeable, and
+free from that hardness which besets many Eastern pictures; but, on
+observing the comparative faintness of the shadows upon the blazing
+sands, one sees at once that the avoidance of hardness has involved
+some sacrifice of truth.</p>
+
+
+<p>150. <span class="smcap">Ward</span>—<em>Royal Marriage, 1477.</em>—The detestable
+humbug of a sham contemporary “MS.” is resorted to for the purpose
+of informing the reader of the Academy catalogue that this painting
+represents the marriage of the Duke of York,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>7</span> aged four, son of Edward
+IV., to Lady Anne Mowbray, aged three. A bishop of almost decrepit
+old age officiates, and Gloucester is naturally made a prominent
+witness. Mr. Ward’s style of painting, chiaroscuro, and handling, is
+universally known; it may be termed the overblown style, with about
+as much retirement and repose as a peony the hour before it falls to
+pieces. But this should not blind us to his solid merits of thought
+and invention, always exercised in a direction which tells with the
+public, and for the most part felicitously in other respects as well.
+The present picture is an instance. Besides any amount of fine dresses
+and demonstrative infancy, it boasts a power of association which must
+take hold of every spectator: the infant bridal, the gorgeous dawn
+of promise to the little sons of King Edward, and the crash of fate
+reserved for them within the cerebral convolutions of the future King
+Richard. We may afford, while we are about it, to recollect that this
+effective subject pertains by right of priority to Mr. Houghton, who
+designed it for a woodcut.</p>
+
+
+<p>167. <span class="smcap">Frith</span>—<em>Sterne and the French Innkeeper’s
+Daughter.</em>—The imperfectly Reverend Mr. Sterne is looking at the
+damsel as she knits a stocking, and pondering upon its neat adjustment
+to the shape of her leg. On general grounds much the same may be said
+of this picture as of No. 87: both are superior examples of the easy
+certainty with which Mr. Frith can strike the key he wants, just as
+loud as he wishes it, and no louder. Sterne (as Goldsmith and Reynolds
+before) appears to me anything but a good likeness: the young woman is
+more French in feature than in the <em>ensemble</em> of the face.</p>
+
+
+<p>172. <span class="smcap">T. Faed</span>—<em>Worn Out.</em>—This ranks with Mr. Faed’s
+best pictures: it is very skilful, and has more equality of painting
+than usual—somewhat less of obtruded knack and flourish. The various
+small accessories are well related to the main incident of the
+hard-working father who has fallen asleep while watching his invalid
+boy.</p>
+
+
+<p>188. <span class="smcap">Poole</span>—<em>Custaunce sent adrift by the Constable of
+Alla, King of Northumberland.</em>—This moonlight picture has rather
+the character of a manufacture; yet it is manufacture by a poetic eye
+and pictorial hand. There is some clever handling<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>8</span> in the water of
+the foreground; and the entire absence of red from the picture—which
+relies for colour upon iridescent tints of grey-blue, green, yellow,
+and so on—is observable.</p>
+
+
+<p>209. <span class="smcap">Houghton</span>—<em>H. Bassett, Esq., in his Laboratory.</em>—A
+capital piece of peculiarity. Great pains and intelligence have gone
+to the depicting of the scientific plethora of the laboratory; and the
+sense of the shut-in, moderately-lit room, not lightly to be intruded
+upon, is vivid. Mr. Bassett is represented smoking a pipe. This may
+seem a trivial or purposeless incident. Yet it may have been introduced
+to indicate some enforced pause in his work while an experiment is
+maturing; and, if so, it is certainly not unsuggestive.</p>
+
+
+<p>223. <span class="smcap">Orchardson</span>—<em>Mrs. Birket Foster.</em>—This seems to me
+about the best work Mr. Orchardson has yet exhibited: it is a small
+full-length—more a subject than a mere portrait. The artist has a
+certain streaky or gauzy touch which amounts to mannerism: here the
+handling and colour have almost a <i>soupçon</i> of Gainsborough. The
+bright face, the quiet lighting of the dusky-boarded room, and the
+untumbled white muslin dress, make up a picture in which elegant and
+artist-like taste verges upon quaintness.</p>
+
+
+<p>235. <span class="smcap">Elmore</span>—<em>Ishmael.</em>—An accomplished study, perhaps
+(within its limits) unsurpassed by any work of its author.</p>
+
+
+<p>236. <span class="smcap">G. D. Leslie</span>—<em>Home News.</em>—An English lady in her
+remote Asiatic home is reading a letter from the old country. The
+half-hovering smile, and the long-drawn regard of the eye as though she
+were in contemplation back across the measureless ocean, are delicately
+caught; also the coolness of the matted interior, jealously excluding
+the sun itself, but not the sense of how it is blazing outside.</p>
+
+
+<p>242. <span class="smcap">Millais</span>—<em>Stella.</em>—A single figure, three-quarter
+length, and perhaps the very best Mr. Millais has done of its class.
+The name Stella naturally suggests Swift’s Stella; and Swift’s Stella
+holding a letter, with a countenance of subdued long-suffering,
+suggests her receipt of the letter from Vanessa inquiring whether
+she and Swift were in fact married. If this is the incident really
+intended, the sympathizing spectator may be startled at being reminded
+that Stella was at that time<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>9</span> about forty years of age. But Mr. Millais
+is not the man to mind much whether he does or does not represent a
+particular incident, or whether or not any such representation is
+endurably correct. He has painted delightfully a very loveable woman,
+and that will probably suffice him and us. The tint of flesh in the arm
+appears hardly so pure as the rest of the colouring.</p>
+
+
+<p>247. <span class="smcap">O’Neil</span>—<em>Before Waterloo.</em>—This picture will
+certainly have critics of two sorts. One set, incurious of artistic
+subtleties, will batten upon such a purveying of British military
+heroism, gushing young creatures, and harrowing family partings.
+Another set will turn with æsthetic distaste from so much of
+ball-costume and regimentals, and such a cross between the leaden and
+the garish in colour. An intermediate set ought also to find a voice,
+and to aver that the scheme of arrangement in the picture is very
+ingenious, and successful in turning a serious difficulty—that the
+story is told with great emphasis and much well-considered variety of
+detail—and that, when one faces the picture with deliberation, one can
+hardly refuse it the praise of being interesting. If Mr. O’Neil could
+but get somebody else’s colour to exude through his brush, with texture
+and surface to correspond!</p>
+
+
+<p>248. <span class="smcap">Sir C. Lindsay</span>—<em>The Earl Somers.</em>—It is only fair
+to cite this picture, by an amateur and a Baronet, as one of the best
+portraits on the walls. The steadiness of the figure on his feet,
+without compromise and without bravado, is alone a considerable merit.
+A spectator may be struck by the great number of sitters who elect to
+be painted in shooting costume, or in some other dress and with other
+accessories of sport. “Manly exercises” will of course account for
+most of this; and knickerbockers and black velvet have their share of
+influence.</p>
+
+
+<p>260. <span class="smcap">Legros</span>—<em>The Refectory.</em>—The eye finds repose and
+satisfaction in this broadly and firmly painted picture, free from the
+last suspicion of <em>ad captandum</em> appeal. Three monks and a tabby
+cat have assembled to make a meal off a mackerel—the board laid with
+a perfectly clean white cloth. The monks are all men of dignified and
+thoughtful presence: two of them still pause over a book of orisons or
+meditations before they begin<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>10</span> the refection. It might not be unfair
+to say that there is a good deal of space to let in the large-sized
+canvas: but one need not exactly quarrel with that. The painter, a man
+now of reputation equally confirmed and well deserved both in his own
+country and in ours, knows perfectly well what he is about; we may
+safely accept his point of view, and find in the result that, if he has
+not done precisely what we might have bespoken, there is nevertheless
+a definite value to be got out of his method of treatment, not to be
+slighted because a different method would have given some other and
+countervailing value. If anybody wishes to learn (among graver things)
+what amount of executive short-hand suffices for making a cat tabby,
+Mr. Legros’s picture will inform him.</p>
+
+
+<p>268. <span class="smcap">R. Butler</span>—<em>The Lost Path.</em>—This artist’s name is
+unfamiliar to me. His little picture of children astray in a copse
+has great merit of naïve expression, rendered as well by action as by
+countenance.</p>
+
+
+<p>273. <span class="smcap">Storey</span>—<em>The Shy Pupil.</em>—The painter has here
+attained to a high point of force in simplicity of work. The subject
+is a budding girl learning to dance in her father’s presence. With
+nothing that can be called elaboration, the execution would, for purity
+of lighting and directness of hand, bear comparison with many a choice
+Dutch picture. If we went to Mr. Legros for a tabby cat, we may consult
+Mr. Storey for a small dog peering through a door; a few twirls of the
+brush have, by a species of legerdemain, produced a surprising amount
+of characteristic form. This work, with much effect of solidity, is
+nevertheless amenable to my opening remarks as to sketchiness: but, in
+so simple and semi-humorous a subject, that need hardly be objected to.</p>
+
+
+<p>283. <span class="smcap">Dickinson</span>—<em>George Peabody, Esq.</em>—A very honest
+good piece of work, and a most unmistakeable likeness, to be remembered
+among the portraits of the year much to Mr. Dickinson’s credit.</p>
+
+
+<p>288. <span class="smcap">Cope</span>—<em>The Disciples at Emmaus.</em>—Mr. Cope’s method
+of art unites remarkable defining power with a certain thinness of
+the primary material; it reminds one of good woodcarving—strong<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>11</span> and
+accurate modelling bestowed upon a substance which, after the utmost
+has been done for it, retains an aboriginal crudity. In the present
+picture, the artist has planned out all forcibly and distinctly—he
+has left nothing vague to his own mind or the spectator’s eye. Yet
+no corresponding impression of reality is produced; the work wants
+<em>imaginative</em> reality, and therefore its other elements of reality
+do not tell as they were intended to do. To attenuate the form of the
+risen Christ, and to make his drapery transparent to the evening light,
+is not the way to remove him from the regions of fleshliness.</p>
+
+
+<p>302. <span class="smcap">Horsley</span>—<em>Rent-day at Haddon Hall.</em>—Considerably
+the best picture Mr. Horsley has exhibited of late, or perhaps at any
+time. A very moderate proportion of adult good sense may have sufficed
+to discriminate it from his staple commodity.</p>
+
+
+<p>311. <span class="smcap">G. Richmond</span>—<em>Mrs. Brereton.</em>—While Mr. Richmond
+can put into a face so much feminine candour and amiability as we see
+in this likeness, no one need be surprised at his eminent standing
+among portrait painters. To look at the face seems to be like making
+Mrs. Brereton’s acquaintance—or like wishing to make it.</p>
+
+
+<p>316. <span class="smcap">Calderon</span>—<em>The Young Lord Hamlet.</em>—Yorick is on
+all-fours on the pleasance of the Danish palace, with little Hamlet
+riding on his back; Queen Gertrude and some of her ladies looking on;
+and an infant, presumably Ophelia, not yet “taking notice.” This is
+strictly a sketch; no doubt a very able one, and only to be done by
+a man of long training and solid acquirement in art. Not only is the
+thing full of sparkling animal spirits as a whole, but each point,
+when one attends to it, is pertinent and telling: except indeed the
+face of the lady who holds Ophelia, and who exhibits a smile as hard
+as her teeth. This is not the only time that Mr. Calderon has made
+considerable play with teeth, and not, I think, successfully; nothing
+is more difficult to manage in a picture.</p>
+
+
+<p>323. <span class="smcap">Watts</span>—<em>The wife of Pygmalion, a Translation from<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>12</span> the
+Greek.</em>—This is one of the few works of poetic elevation in the
+gallery: it is beautiful with a noble beauty, which one hardly knows
+whether rather to call womanly or impassive. It rests midway between
+coldness and warmth, without being lukewarm. It should be added that
+the merit is not exclusively Mr. Watts’s, the head being truly “a
+translation from the Greek,” <em>i.e.</em>, adapted from the fine antique
+bust pointed out not long ago for admiration among the Arundel Marbles
+in Oxford.</p>
+
+
+<p>328. <span class="smcap">Leighton</span>—<em>Ariadne abandoned by Theseus. Ariadne
+watches for his return; Artemis releases her by death.</em>—This also
+is a picture which claims to be of the poetic order, and sustains the
+claim; it may without rashness be pronounced the loftiest work Mr.
+Leighton has produced, reckoning together subject-matter, scale, and
+the result attained. To ignore the limitations of his style, or the
+symptoms of them which this picture also presents, would be futile.
+One might sum them up by saying that there is a certain hiatus between
+his perception of the poetic in art, and his power of expressing it;
+and that, though he bridges this over with a readiness of resource
+which is to himself almost as natural as the first perception, yet to
+others the artificiality of the bridge is glaringly and even irksomely
+apparent. But the picture of Ariadne is sufficiently noble to keep
+these considerations in the background, as soon as we have once for
+all fairly stated or implied them. The face is wrung with sorrow,
+yet is free from what we mean to condemn in a work of art when we
+term it “painful.” One might say that this woman has died of the very
+weariness of daily renewed grief. But the calm now is as profound as
+the yearning heretofore; profound as the blue sea violet-tinted in its
+distant intensity, or as the lulling oppression of its clang in the
+sultry meridian, barely audible as a faint murmur at the dizzy height
+of Ariadne’s rock-seat. There is a sensation of stationariness, as if
+Phœbus Apollo might be pausing in heaven to see how his sister Artemis
+has accomplished her mercy upon the outworn Ariadne. As I looked at the
+picture, a divine reminiscence of Shelley intervened:—</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>13</span></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">“Yet now despair itself is mild,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">Even as the winds and waters are.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">I could lie down like a tired child,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">And weep away the life of care</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Which I have borne and yet must bear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">Till death like sleep might steal on me,—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">And I might feel in the warm air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Breathe o’er my dying brain its last monotony.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>329. <span class="smcap">Mason</span>—<em>Evening Hymn.</em>—Again a very poetical
+and beautiful picture, one of the enduring glories of the present
+exhibition. It reaches higher than anything Mr. Mason had hitherto
+done; and shows him qualified to paint figures on a fair scale of
+size, and with an amount of positive beauty which, in his previous
+productions (though well traceable), was to some extent overlaid by
+the <em>picturesque</em>, as that is popularly understood. This work
+glows with the light of a spring sunset, and with the unbidden fervour
+of a group of young village-girls who are carolling the Evening Hymn
+as they saunter homewards. It seems almost churlish to object to a
+leading point of treatment in so delightful a picture; but I confess
+to some suspicion that the men who are shown listening might with
+advantage have been missed out of the subject altogether—and more
+especially the youth who comes close behind a girl in white, holding a
+rose in her hand. Mr. Mason is a painter who never loses sight of facts
+in his pursuit of the beautiful; this is the one of his works which
+goes nearest to merging all other its material in a general ideal of
+loveliness and solemnity.</p>
+
+
+<p>331. <span class="smcap">Pettie</span>—<em>Tussle with a Highland Smuggler.</em>—Here
+we revert to the category of sketchy work; and we see in this picture
+and in another by its author (No. 484, “<em>Weary with present cares
+and memories sad</em>”), an unpleasant and unrepaying development of
+style which might be described as “the offhand squalid.” No. 331 shows
+extreme—indeed, excessive—cleverness: but its unsightly violence of
+action embodies a subject of little consequence to any one, and of less
+still to the cause of fine art.</p>
+
+
+<p>347. <span class="smcap">Edwin Landseer</span>—“<em>Weel, sir, if the deer got the
+ball,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>14</span> sure’s deeth Chevy will no leave him.</em>”—A masterpiece
+of Landseerian art: the good hound Chevy is seen couched amid high
+mountain ice and snows, by the side of a dead deer, which the ravens
+have already scented from afar.</p>
+
+
+<p>356. <span class="smcap">Millais</span>—<em>Pilgrims to St. Paul’s.</em>—A more rational
+title would be “Greenwich Pensioners at the Tomb of Nelson.” One of
+them has lost his left arm—a very resolute, bluff old seaman, whom
+“foreigneers” may have been shy of tackling in his time; the other
+halts upon two wooden legs, more senile and commonplace, but also, in
+his undemonstrative way, one of those who, like his hero, “never saw
+fear.” His face is most triumphantly painted; whether regarded as a
+mere study of a head, or as a piece of character, or with reference to
+its intense lighting by the flare of the sepulchral lantern. Indeed,
+the picture is quite admirable throughout, and in power of painting
+not to be surpassed by Mr. Millais, nor approached by any competitor.
+There is in its materials something which verges towards a <em>tour de
+force</em>; but all is so manly, and so free from sentimental overdoing,
+that no charge arises against it on this ground.</p>
+
+
+<p>363. <span class="smcap">Yeames</span>—<em>Lady Jane Grey in the Tower.</em>—An able
+satisfactory picture; perhaps the best of its author. Lady Jane is in a
+controversial colloquy with the Chaplain Feckenham: her face expresses
+very successfully that she is weighing his arguments in her mind, and
+considering what may be the true answer to them, but with no prospect
+of her coming to the conclusion that answer there is none. Feckenham
+also is appropriately conceived and painted, without any exaggeration.
+Of costume and accessory there is enough, and not overmuch.</p>
+
+
+<p>369. <span class="smcap">Houghton</span>—<em>In the Garden.</em>—A very handsome boy of
+eight is lifting his little sister of five to smell a rose upon its
+bush. A kitten which has already made some advances towards cat-hood is
+romping around the stem. The feeling of the subject would be improved
+were there more of a look of smelling in the girl’s face; and the
+colour is hardly on a level with the other merits of the picture. It
+is, however, a very choice and complete little work; fine in design
+and draughtsmanship, and charming in general impression—quite free,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>15</span>
+moreover, from that sort of nursery silliness which has infected
+some canvasses of late, and has even been aptly enshrined in a title
+reproducing the broken utterance of babes. Mr. Houghton knows that
+“ta-ta” or “tootsicums,” whether written with the pen or rendered into
+the language of the brush, is a mild effort of art.</p>
+
+
+<p>401. <span class="smcap">G. D. Leslie</span>—<em>Kate Leslie.</em>—This artist is almost
+always attractive, and often most engagingly so: the present work may
+be cited in proof. But he is “painty” (as the profession terms it) in
+the generality of his work, and especially in his flesh-tints. Here the
+face has far too much of a tawny or ligneous hue; which is the more
+to be regretted as the work, on the whole, comes nearer than usual to
+ranking Mr. Leslie among colourists.</p>
+
+
+<p>402. <span class="smcap">Poynter</span>—<em>The Catapult.</em>—Great knowledge, great
+power of combination, and much disciplined artistic capacity, have gone
+to the making of this picture. It has more effect, and is on the whole
+more pictorial, than the very striking work which Mr. Poynter exhibited
+last year—<em>Israel in Egypt.</em> Some people may refuse to take much
+interest in a scene in which the work of the artificer or mechanician
+plays so large a part; but, bating this objection (which to many will
+be no objection at all), it is difficult to award anything but praise
+to the picture. The event is the use of a catapult as an engine of war
+in the siege of Carthage: we see written on one of the beams “Delenda
+est Carthago, S.P.Q.R.” The officer is supervising, archers are
+shooting; the monster hand of the catapult is about once more to launch
+a red-hot bolt against the doomed city: pots of blazing pitch are
+being hurled by the defenders at the assailants. The solidity and good
+balance of all parts of the subject, the agreeable tone of colour in
+flesh and otherwise, the sound drawing, unfaltering and unpretentious,
+command high respect.</p>
+
+
+<p>410. <span class="smcap">Wynfield</span>—<em>Oliver Cromwell’s First Appearance in the
+Parliament.</em>—To find this picture uninteresting would be difficult.
+Hampden is represented introducing his cousin to Cromwell; Pym,
+Elliot, Sir Robert Phillips, Strafford, and many other famous men, are
+present. The arrangement pleases<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>16</span> one from its obvious adaptation to
+the more important demands of the subject, irrespectively of artistic
+conventions. The method of the painting, however, is so excessively
+opaque and heavy that, until Mr. Wynfield shall manage to correct this
+blemish, one cannot expect his pictures to get cordially accepted by
+the public, or to please critical eyes.</p>
+
+
+<p>424. <span class="smcap">T. Graham</span>—<em>The Dominie.</em>—Mr. Graham has powers
+of a high order; but he has seemed of late only too likely to be
+led away by the offhand practice, semi-grotesque picturesqueness,
+and rapid success, of some of his compatriots from beyond Tweed.
+<em>The Dominie</em> is about the least laudable picture he has
+exhibited—tending much to caricature, and to coarseness of handling.
+Of course, along with this, there is a deal of ability; and the figure
+of the boy still attests a genuine sense of beauty. Let us trust that
+Mr. Graham will have “pulled up” by next year.</p>
+
+
+<p>434. <span class="smcap">Hook</span>—<em>Are Chimney-sweepers Black?</em>—A most
+delightful picture, fully equal to the best productions of its
+distinguished author. There are two others in this gallery (Nos.
+48 and 270) also excellent: but so little remains now-a-days to be
+said about Mr. Hook’s works, except that they afford deep, pure,
+and vivid pleasure, and show their painter to be one of the most
+artist-like colourists and executants of the British school, that I
+have passed them by, and limited myself to specifying the present one
+only. A begrimed (not <em>over</em> begrimed) chimney-sweeper, with the
+implements of his craft, presents himself to the startled eyes of a
+naked infant, as fresh and bright as a Cupid, who has just been bathing
+on the margin of the sea: he is still paddling in a sand-pool, and
+takes refuge against his young mother’s dress, hardly so scared as
+not to be a little amused. This group of the mother and child is most
+charming; and all other parts of the picture are worthy of it.</p>
+
+<p>439. <span class="smcap">Maclise</span>—<em>The Sleep of Duncan.</em>—The first aspect
+of this work, as of so many of Mr. Maclise’s, gives an impression of
+unreality, huddled, and oppressed with decorative exuberances. A more
+deliberate inspection shows that it possesses, in ample measure, the
+fine qualities which rank him so high in our school—qualities of
+invention and design, associated with<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>17</span> remarkable, though bounded and
+monotonous, gifts of execution. The moment is when Lady Macbeth, having
+drugged the guards, and “laid their daggers ready” (one of these lies
+within the circlet of the crown), relinquishes any thought of herself
+assassinating the old king, who “resembles her father as he sleeps.”
+The tragic air of crime in Lady Macbeth, her superfluous stealthinesses
+of action, are grandly given; though it cannot be said that her face
+differs much from the type so constant and familiar in Mr. Maclise’s
+productions. Duncan and the two guards are all three fine figures. The
+lighting of the picture is not obvious: it would appear to be the union
+of soft moonshine and pale diffused grey dawn-light which comes through
+the loop-hole at the back; but this does not seem to account for all
+the light in front, as on the figures of the guards; while neither
+can one discern, on the other hand, that much (if any) influence of
+artificial light has been intended by the painter. Real the picture
+would, of course, never be made to look; but I think it would look
+considerably less unreal at one point if Duncan’s head lay deeper in
+the silken pillows.</p>
+
+
+<p>440. <span class="smcap">Wells</span>—<em>Letters and News at the Loch-side.</em>—A
+landscape with portraits and incident. I pick it out from among the
+contributions of its able painter, for the sake of noting the great
+amount of space, light, and air, which he has got into this picture,
+although there is no single glimpse of sky: the ground rises all round
+from the lake-side. This is no small thing to have managed.</p>
+
+
+<p>449. <span class="smcap">Leighton</span>—<em>Acme and Septimius.</em>—Remarkable for its
+elegant skill of concentrated composition. The knee of Acme’s left
+leg—the foot of the same leg being set underneath her right thigh as
+she sits—appears to me to project too much laterally. This may be a
+convenient place for calling attention (with implied apology for not
+speaking of them with the detail they properly claim) to Mr. Leighton’s
+three remaining pictures: Nos. 227, <em>Jonathan’s Token to David</em>;
+234, <em>Mrs. Frederick P. Cockerell</em>; 522, <em>Actæa, the Nymph of
+the Shore.</em></p>
+
+
+<p>453. <span class="smcap">Hodgson</span>—<em>Chinese Ladies looking at European
+Curiosities.</em>—A quaint and amusing notion, and a pleasant picture.
+A Chinese gentleman is exhibiting to his wives and their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>18</span> women a
+pair of European white satin slippers, which the small-footed fair
+(or rather dusky) ones regard as elephantine eccentricities. An
+Englishwoman looking at a Chinese “six-marker,” or at a Japanese
+masterpiece of woodcut design or colouring, is not more tickled.
+Perhaps the best head of all is that of the elderly woman to the
+right. The peculiarities of Chinese physiognomy are not at all
+overdone—indeed, I doubt whether the eyes are quite sidelong enough.
+It would have been admissible to make one of the wives prettier, and
+(if I am not mistaken) clearer-complexioned also.</p>
+
+
+<p>461. <span class="smcap">Legros</span>—<em>Sir Thomas More showing some of Holbein’s
+Pictures to Henry VIII.</em>—Without tampering with his own style,
+Mr. Legros comes more than hitherto, in this picture, within the same
+general lines as English art. The work, in essentials, is extremely
+good; and simplicity of execution does not interfere with its keeping
+its place well and solidly amid those which surround it. Sir Thomas
+More does not strike me as much of a likeness. Henry is excellent:
+he sits (if a bull may be excused) as he would sit in a contemporary
+portrait, though not as he <em>does</em> sit in any of those I remember.
+Perhaps his eyes are less small than in the likenesses. Holbein looks
+the best man of the lot: well able to have done the fine things Sir
+Thomas is displaying, and to do as many more as bluff Harry may
+commission. Three ladies are also present. One of them gives her head a
+turn in which the manner of a connoisseur is dimly anticipated; and one
+might fancy her to be saying to herself, “Really, most excellent; but,
+were I to sit to him, should I come good-looking enough?” Capitally as
+the whole subject is kept together, I think a single little touch would
+still improve it in this respect: one of the ladies might be glancing
+from the picture to Holbein, and so helping to identify the work with
+its worker.</p>
+
+
+<p>477. <span class="smcap">Walker</span>—<em>In the Glen, Rathfarnham Park.</em>—This
+is a halt of gipsies, who are lighting a fire; and perhaps there is
+something more of incident implied than I happen to catch. Mr. Walker’s
+pictures have a certain mottled look and grainy surface which might
+be called mannerism, though not too confidently. At any rate, after
+making some abatement for this,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>19</span> and for a too easily contented choice
+of subject, one is fairly surprised at a sureness of hand which seems
+to have at its finger-ends the power of realization without labour,
+and at a sturdiness of work which yet picks up (as it were) at every
+stroke refinements of drawing and colour. The evidences of ability are
+so profuse that a non-practical critic like myself may well, in modesty
+and self-knowledge, feel his mouth shut to objections. I should doubt
+whether there are in Europe many artists more accomplished than Mr.
+Walker, within his own sphere of work.</p>
+
+
+<p>494. <span class="smcap">H. S. Marks</span>—<em>Experimental Gunnery in the Middle
+Ages.</em>—Mr. Marks has done nothing better than this picture;
+probably nothing equally good. The subject involves just the sort of
+out-of-the-way humour which is his <em lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">specialité</em>; and he has made
+this the informing spirit of a full composition without condescending
+to any burlesque. There is much varied and capital by-play of incident
+and expression; and the subject is so treated as to allow one, even in
+these days of Armstrong guns and Chassepots, to feel a good-humoured
+respect for the primitive artillerists.</p>
+
+
+<p>499. <span class="smcap">Prinsep</span>—<em>A Venetian Lover.</em>—The gist of this
+subject is made so evident that we could dispense with the motto—“De
+deux amans, il y en a toujours un qui aime, et l’autre qui se laisse
+aimer.” Handled with marked fulness and breadth, and with a very
+painter-like choice of the <em>tints</em> of colour, the picture proves
+once again that Mr. Prinsep is well qualified to work on a large scale;
+having at command a fund of really pictorial material, on which he may
+draw with full stress of faculty, secure that it will not fail him
+at his need. As a matter of sentiment, the picture leaves a certain
+feeling of discontent; the impassivity of the woman is so extreme as to
+provoke one first with her and next with her impassioned adorer. But no
+doubt this is only what the artist intended. In some parts the surface
+may be considered too smooth—as especially in the lady’s face, which
+has hardly the pulpiness of flesh. Possibly, however, this impression
+would be corrected could one examine the picture closer.</p>
+
+
+<p>510. <span class="smcap">A. Hughes</span>—“<em>Sigh no more, Ladies, Sigh no
+more.</em>”—Mr.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>20</span> Hughes’s pictures are always full of refined
+sentiment; and this is eminently so, and in all respects one of his
+best successes. The lady is so tender, uncomplaining, and beautiful,
+that one takes her part on the instant. Happily, she seems, after an
+interval of disconsolate dejection, to be dimly awaking once more to
+the interests of life; and soon she will be taking the advice of the
+song, and tempting fate with another affair of the heart. She is at
+once sentimental to the romantic point, and domestically feminine. It
+was a happy thought to introduce the thrush at her window, trilling a
+cheerful ditty, which one can imagine that her heart translates into
+the spoken language of the song. This picture has in it a gentle but
+real poetry which places it on a very different footing from most of
+the work in the exhibition.</p>
+
+
+<p>511. <span class="smcap">Storey</span>—<em>Saying Grace.</em>—The small denizens of a
+nursery have seated themselves with impeccable propriety for their
+early dinner, regulated by (as one might infer from her physiognomy) a
+foreign nursery-governess. The baby has joined his hands with dispread
+fingers, and enacts (he is too young to pronounce) the grace with
+a solemnity which would do credit to a parish-clerk. No doubt the
+children are all portraits, with inordinate heads of hair; but the
+baby’s irregularity of contour seems to exceed infantine bounds. Let us
+trust that his mamma will insist upon his growing up with a modified
+profile, and that “’tis his nature to.” The picture has a genuine
+distinction of quaintness and zest.</p>
+
+
+<p>513. <span class="smcap">Calderon</span>—<em>Œnone.</em>—Mr. Tennyson, with the magic
+fetters of genius, has enslaved all Englishmen to the conviction
+that Œnone can only be contemplated as in a state of heartbroken
+dereliction; and I suppose that Mr. Calderon intends his nymph to be
+so understood. I cannot, however, perceive that sentiment in her face
+or action; she appears to the eye rather in a mood of rampant laziness
+and florid self-display. This is a very singular piece of colour. White
+or whiteish tints occupy a considerable space; the extremely blue
+hills are the second important constituent; and the pea-green mantle
+of Œnone is the third. The pea-green appears to me a discord, though
+some other hue of green, along with a texture<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>21</span> more like drapery, might
+have proved much the reverse. On the whole, I should say that, in its
+colour as in other respects, the painting has much boldness, with no
+corresponding proportion of felicity.</p>
+
+
+<p>517. <span class="smcap">R. Carrick</span>—<em>After the Sortie.</em>—This is a
+very large picture, hung so high that one cannot fully estimate
+it in detail. It represents a wounded knight borne up the winding
+castle-stairs by three of his retainers; his wife, with a horrible
+sinking of the heart, totters and clings about for support as she
+follows. It seems to be a strongly designed and carefully executed
+work, of very superior merit; the most important production of Mr.
+Carrick, and about the best.</p>
+
+
+<p>524. <span class="smcap">H. W. B. Davis</span>—<em>A Summer Forenoon.</em>—A landscape
+and sheep-piece, warm, gentle, and genial. Landscape and the allied
+forms of art occupy a very small space, comparatively, in the present
+exhibition. There are nevertheless several works of this kind which
+call for examination and praise: their being left unnoticed in this
+pamphlet does not imply any indifference to their merits.</p>
+
+
+<p>540. <span class="smcap">Miss M. E. Freer</span>—<em>Red Roses.</em>—Coquetry is the
+predominant spirit of this work. But it is not painted with the
+slightness which a coquettish picture from a fresh female hand might be
+expected to display. On the contrary, there is a good deal of careful
+realization, and an amount of general skill and force which places Miss
+Freer high among lady artists. No. 446, <em>Margaret Wilson</em>, by the
+same painter, hung too high to be scrutinized, seems to be equally
+good, or better.</p>
+
+
+<p>585. <span class="smcap">Maclise</span>—<em>Madeline after Prayer.</em>—The useful adage
+which Mr. Maclise will never lay to heart is that “Enough is as good as
+a feast.” We find Keats’s Madeline encumbered with items of furniture
+and ornamentation. Moreover, the painter’s decorative taste is anything
+but chastened; witness the horrible pattern which she has begun in her
+broidery frame. A graver objection is the want of any real luminosity
+in the moonlight which Keats has made so resplendent; the painted
+window itself is the very maximum of opacity, and the light (if light
+it can be called) seems to fall <em>upon</em> it, not to be transmitted
+through its panes. Whatever his failings in execution,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>22</span> Mr. Maclise
+can depict light vastly better than this when he chooses. So much for
+objections. After any quantity of them, it remains that the picture is
+highly attractive, and the Madeline a very beautiful creature—perhaps
+the sweetest woman Mr. Maclise has painted. She is a personage
+<em>not</em> made</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">“For human nature’s daily food,”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="noi">and yet she is sympathetic. To be that, she must be poetic
+also.</p>
+
+
+<p>589. <span class="smcap">Burchett</span>—<em>Measure for Measure.</em>—Mr. Burchett
+follows up his remarkable work of last year with another of
+corresponding importance. Matured consideration, and strong powers of
+working and of development, have gone to the making of this picture;
+which represents the great crisis in the action of <em>Measure for
+Measure</em>, where the Duke of Vienna, disguised as a friar, is
+revealed by the unwitting Lucio to the eyes of the abashed Angelo
+and Escalus, and of the now almost hopeless Isabella and Mariana.
+The story is told with much judgment and penetration (so far as such
+a complicated story <em>can</em> be told) by the Duke’s vacated chair
+of state, with coronet and sceptre laid upon it, between the seats
+of Escalus and Angelo; the young courtier, facing the just uncowled
+Duke, and recognising him on the instant, and raising his cap; the
+frothy bluster of Lucio dying out on his scared visage as he gasps to
+see whom he has been mauling and traducing; and other well-chosen and
+well-combined incidents. The countenance of the Duke is German and
+searching; that of Escalus true to the good-natured cynicism of the
+substantially upright old man; Isabella has much of the nun about her.
+Angelo is, I think, too much the burly insolent oppressor; for we must
+understand from the drama that he really looked and was an abstinent
+Pharisee, led on by temptation and opportunity into vilenesses quite
+unlike the man that all others and himself supposed him to be. There is
+much able and accurate painting in this work, though it would benefit
+by more breadth of general harmonizing.</p>
+
+
+<p>600. <span class="smcap">Parsons</span>—<em>The Wayfarer.</em>—A peculiar and delicate
+piece of subdued execution, deserving of inspection; <em>so</em> peculiar
+in its<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>23</span> granulated texture that it hardly proclaims itself to be
+oil-painting.</p>
+
+
+<p>613. <span class="smcap">Hicks</span>—<em>Escape of the Countess of Morton to Paris,
+with Henrietta, infant Daughter of Charles I.</em>—The most important
+and best production of Mr. Hicks. Like Mr. Burchett’s picture, its
+incidents require to be analysed one by one: when that process has been
+gone through, one finds a great deal of ingenious skill standing to the
+painter’s credit.</p>
+
+
+<p>614. <span class="smcap">Prinsep</span>—<em>A Study of a Girl Reading.</em>—Mr. Prinsep
+deserves real thanks for this painting. The girl is an exquisite
+person, and the picture also may without flattery be called exquisite.
+It has a most charming sense of the womanly in the maidenly. The fair
+one is about to sit down to luncheon, but holds and reads her book
+up to the moment of drawing in her chair. Perhaps she will violate
+etiquette by persisting in “reading at meals:” and who will not forgive
+her?</p>
+
+
+<p>621. <span class="smcap">A. Moore</span>—<em>Azaleas.</em>—This will be remembered as one
+of the <em>illustrations</em> (as the French phrase it) of the Exhibition
+of 1868. It presents, in life size, a Grecian lady (or at any rate
+Grecian-robed), at a pot of azaleas, some of which she plucks and drops
+into a basin. Whether or not azaleas were known to Grecian ladies,
+whether or not they came from America, are questions not difficult of
+solution, but of sublime indifference to Mr. Moore. (The flowers in
+Mr. Watts’s Grecian picture, No. 323, are also, I apprehend, azaleas.)
+The study of the blossom-loaded plant is most delicate and lovely; and
+the lady has elevated classic grace, though her face hardly sustains
+comparison with the rest of the picture. For a sense of beauty in
+disposition of form, and double-distilled refinement in colour, this
+work may allow a wide margin to any competitors in the gallery, and
+still be the winner. On the other hand, it is proper to remember that
+such a painting as this presupposes certain <em>data</em> in art, which
+<em>data</em> some people not wholly unworthy of a hearing demur to:
+chiefly, it presupposes once for all that that innermost artistic
+problem of how to reconcile realization with abstraction deserves to
+be given up. How much could be said on this question from differing
+points of view, I need not here indicate. You linger long to look
+at Mr. Moore’s picture, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>24</span> return to it again and again: and that
+justifies him in taking, individually, the benefit of one of those
+points of view. He unites with singular subtlety of grace a phase of
+the evanescent to a phase of the permanent: colour and handling which
+withdraw themselves from the eye with a suggestion (or, as one might
+say, with a whisper), to statuesque languor and repose of form.</p>
+
+
+<p>624. <span class="smcap">Brett</span>—<em>Christmas Morning, 1866.</em>—In scale combined
+with subject, this is far the most important picture Mr. Brett has
+produced. We see a manned boat and a wrecking ship upon the immense
+ocean, with its swirling drift blown across like a tongue of tormented
+flame; and huge volumes of grey cloud over the horizon, walling out
+from the sea the gorgeous dawn of a new day, on fire with the blaze of
+sunlight. The painting of the vast sea-surface is a very great effort
+of knowledge and mastery, and a very successful one.</p>
+
+
+<p>629. <span class="smcap">A. Goodwin</span>—<em>The Dead Woodman.</em>—A picture of highly
+remarkable effect, and poetic perception. A blue-grey bloom of sunset
+broods luminously over all. The work has a kind of intellectual analogy
+to the <em>Dead Stonebreaker</em> which Mr. Wallis painted years ago: but
+in all points of externals it is entirely different.</p>
+
+
+<p>632. <span class="smcap">Millais</span>—<em>Souvenir of Velasquez</em> (<em>Diploma-work
+deposited in the Academy on his election as an Academician</em>).—It is
+not for an outsider to surmise whether or not the Academicians court
+the deposit of diploma-pictures which may have cost their painters,
+working with the quick-handedness of a Millais, perhaps a couple of
+days’ labour. However this may be, they have here got a diploma-picture
+of that description, and an admirable one in its way it certainly is.
+The resemblance to Velasquez is hardly such as to justify the title.</p>
+
+
+<p>685. <span class="smcap">Watts</span>—<em>A. Panizzi, Esq.</em>—That this is about the
+finest portrait of the year need scarcely be specified, Mr. Watts
+being its author. It was presented to Mr. Panizzi by the Officers of
+the British Museum, on his retirement; and happily expresses, in the
+sitter, great powers of work, long in active exercise, and now in
+well-earned repose. A sketch-plan of the Museum reading-room forms an
+appropriate and not undecorative device in the right-hand upper corner.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>25</span></p>
+
+
+<p>735. <span class="smcap">Sandys</span>—<em>Study of a Head.</em>—We have now got out of
+the oil-pictures, and have come to the drawings. This is an excellent
+study of a wilful, tameless-spirited beauty, who bites her hair in
+her gathering mood. Further on (816) is an equally well-done head of
+<em>George Critchett, Esq.</em>, a head that seems to teem with defined
+calculation. It will be known to many besides myself that Mr. Sandys
+sent to the Academy an oil-picture of Medea in an act of incantation,
+not only worthy, but more than worthy, of his highly disciplined powers
+and determined accomplishment. It has dropped out of the Exhibition
+when the pictures came to be actually hung; leaving some food for
+pondering to those who care for the higher and completer forms of
+pictorial work. They may feel—and the feeling would be only enhanced
+by some other things they may have heard, and a great deal of what
+they see on the Academy walls—that an off-hand style of painting,
+now predominant, has interests of its own clashing with those of some
+graver phases of art; and that judicial equity in adjusting these
+interests may sometimes be in default. Sir Francis Grant, detailing
+after-dinner statistics, may fancy that the whole question is settled
+by saying that there is space for so many pictures only, and that so
+many more were sent in; but this is far from being the <em lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">dernier
+mot</em>. Efficiency No. 1 and semi-efficiency No. 2 may be contending
+for a residue of space, and the admission of either is obviously the
+exclusion of the other; but he would be a very innocent President,
+non-academician artist, or private and unprofessional person, who
+should thence conclude that the Pompey and the Cæsar have coequal
+claims, especially the Pompey. Anybody, who has experienced, written,
+read, heard, or seen, even a little of this ever-recurrent hanging
+controversy, loathes its very atmosphere, and gladly retreats from it,
+seldom without a sense of protest, and a chafing at injustice.</p>
+
+
+<p>753. <span class="smcap">J. F. Lewis</span>—<em>Bedouin Arabs.</em>—One of the very
+finest studies of the kind produced by a hand unrivalled in its own way.</p>
+
+
+<p>943. <span class="smcap">Munro</span>—<em>The Sisters.</em>—We are now in the Sculpture
+Room. Mr. Munro has earned great popularity and a defined position by
+works of this class, in which groups of children are<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>26</span> treated with some
+graceful incident and execution, and very genuinely graceful feeling.
+The present group counts among the best of them.</p>
+
+
+<p>948. <span class="smcap">Woolner</span>—<em>Elaine with the Shield of Sir
+Launcelot.</em>—The maiden loves and muses, and pines as she muses;
+but as yet her doom only hovers over her pityingly. The feeling of
+reserve and purity, of the new experience of love timidly entertained,
+and yet already permeating her whole life, and absorbing all her
+forces into its own surging and resistless current, is predominant
+in this figure. Along with this, and with much simplicity of pose
+and motive, one readily perceives that the whole thing is uncommonly
+treated—<em>uncommonly</em> rather than <em>unusually</em>. The face has
+more of personal individuality, the turn of the figure more shades of
+variety within unity, the execution throughout more distinction, than
+British sculpture accustoms us to. So also with the hands and feet:
+their peculiarities are all significant and forecast, though to my eye
+they do not sufficiently partake of the beauty of delicacy. Compare—or
+contrast would be the word—this statuette with</p>
+
+
+<p>981. <span class="smcap">J. S. Westmacott</span>—<em>Elaine.</em></p>
+
+
+<p>984. <span class="smcap">Armstead</span>—<em>Astronomy.</em>—A bronze colossal figure,
+destined for the Prince-Consort memorial in Hyde Park. It has a
+good decorative look, and adequate grandeur of pose and line. It
+might fairly (so far as one can judge before it is placed <em lang="la" xml:lang="la">in
+situ</em>) be termed a <em>proportional</em> work; one, that is, in which
+the conception, treatment, and general force of impression, have
+relation to its scale, and to its destination as one in a series of
+impersonating figures.</p>
+
+
+<p>987. <span class="smcap">Leifchild</span>—<em>The Dawn.</em>—The sentiment of this figure
+is well expressed in two lines from the MS. quotation:—</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">“The Dawn, whose splendour is a promise still,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Heralding more than Day can e’er fulfil.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="noi">It is the sentiment of an ushering-in, an announcement,
+something to come. Mr. Leifchild has produced several sculptural works
+eminent for thoughtfulness in concentration. The present figure belongs
+to a different order of work, yet something of the same spirit can be
+traced in it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>27</span></p>
+
+
+<p>1007. <span class="smcap">Woolner</span>—<em>Thomas Carlyle.</em>—The strong, emphatic,
+penetrating style of Mr. Woolner, who searches under the surface of his
+sitter’s face, and records on its surface what he has found beneath,
+gave him the best of rights to deal with such a magnificent head as
+Carlyle’s—marked as that is by a most powerful dominating expression,
+with abundant points of subordinate detail and individuality. Mr.
+Woolner had, indeed, done a medallion of the great writer many years
+ago; now we get a bust worthily recording so memorable a man.</p>
+
+
+<p>1027. <span class="smcap">Woolner</span>—<em>Reliefs from the Iliad</em> (<em>pedestal of
+the Bust of the Right Honourable W. E. Gladstone</em>).—Here are three
+subjects executed on a small scale, with a singular amount of original
+force. The third, <em>Thetis consoling Achilles</em>, does not appear
+to me, in composition and suggestion, so remarkable as the other two.
+<em>Pallas and Achilles at the Trenches</em>, where the hero shouts to
+the Greeks a superhuman cry, while Pallas overshadows him with her
+ægis, is a most vigorous and admirable composition; indeed, but for
+its small size, one would be minded to call it the finest thing Mr.
+Woolner has yet exhibited. <em>Thetis praying to Zeus on behalf of
+Achilles</em> is hardly second to it. The sea-goddess rises on tiptoe to
+stroke the beard of the omnipotent cloud-compeller; and no single touch
+perhaps could have given the amplitude and primitiveness of the Homeric
+Pantheon more keenly than this. It is not exactly <em>naïveté</em>, and
+still less exactly humour, but something happily between both.</p>
+
+
+<p>1053. <span class="smcap">Watts</span>—<em>Clytie</em>; <em>Marble Bust,
+unfinished.</em>—This is an experiment in sculpture by our
+distinguished painter. I find it a very interesting one, and
+(<em>pace</em> the professional sculptors) a remarkable success. The head
+reverts over the right shoulder with a graceful and energetic turn; and
+these qualities, especially that of energy, are preserved in all points
+of view. The modelling of the bust and arms is pulpy and creased—more
+comparable in tendency to that of the Elgin Marbles than of later Greek
+sculpture. Indeed, I should surmise that the thoughts of Mr. Watts, as
+he worked, were mostly shared between Phidias and Michael Angelo. The
+spectator who finds some parts lumpy or rude should bear in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>28</span> mind that
+the work is avowedly “unfinished”—even if he does not deem the general
+conditions under which the experiment has been made sufficient to abate
+the picking of holes.</p>
+
+<hr class="divider3">
+
+<p>Possibly some readers of this pamphlet may use it to be referred to as
+they range through the Academy rooms, examining their contents. If this
+is the case, I should regret to pass over without a word of mention
+several works which, according to the scope and limitations of the
+pamphlet, I have not found an opportunity of reviewing in any detail in
+their proper order. After all, a great number of works against whose
+skilfulness and merit I neither raise nor suggest any imputation will
+be remaining totally unnamed. Meanwhile, a simple numerical list of
+contributions may be added to which I would rather direct attention
+thus barely than not at all. Some of them are productions of leading
+importance: others have modest graces which should not pass unobserved.
+The visitor must form his own opinion of whether and why they deserved
+specification.</p>
+
+<div class="container">
+<ul>
+<li> 28. <span class="smcap">Swinton</span>—<em>The Earl Bathurst.</em></li>
+<li> 29. <span class="smcap">T. S. Cooper</span>—<em>Descending from the Rock Grazing, East Cumberland.</em></li>
+<li> 49. <span class="smcap">Mac Whirter</span>—<em>Old Edinburgh, Night.</em></li>
+<li> 67. <span class="smcap">Grant</span>—<em>Miss Grant.</em></li>
+<li> 68. <span class="smcap">Fleuss</span>—<em>G. Makgill, Esq.</em></li>
+<li>120. <span class="smcap">Grace</span>—<i>The Curfew tolls the Knell of parting Day.</i></li>
+<li>124. <span class="smcap">Grant</span>—<em>The Earl of Bradford.</em></li>
+<li>158. <span class="smcap">Eden</span>—<em>On the Thames near Pangbourne.</em></li>
+<li>160. <span class="smcap">Harveymore</span>—<em>The Point, near Walton on the Naze.</em></li>
+<li>168. <span class="smcap">J. B. Burgess</span>—<em>A Portrait.</em></li>
+<li>170. <span class="smcap">H. Moore</span>—<em>Ebb-tide, Squall coming on.</em></li>
+<li>176. <span class="smcap">Cathelinau</span>—<em>The Nurse.</em></li>
+<li>184. <span class="smcap">Halle</span>—<em>Miss Jessie.</em></li>
+<li>199. <span class="smcap">E. Gill</span>—<em>Storm and Shipwreck on a Rocky Coast.</em></li>
+<li>205. <span class="smcap">Elmore</span>—“<em>Two Women shall be grinding at the Mill.</em>”</li>
+<li>206. <span class="smcap">Zuccoli</span>—<em>Wine Gratis.</em></li>
+<li>208. Ditto—<em>Preparing to cook Indian Corn.</em></li>
+<li><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>29</span>
+222. <span class="smcap">Yeames</span>—<em>The Chimney-Corner.</em></li>
+<li>241. <span class="smcap">Lehmann</span>—<em>Portrait of a Gentleman.</em></li>
+<li>251. <span class="smcap">Nicol</span>—<em>A China Merchant.</em></li>
+<li>267. <span class="smcap">Goodall</span>—<em>Mater Purissima.</em></li>
+<li>272. <span class="smcap">Archer</span>—<em>Burial of Guinevere.</em></li>
+<li>290. <span class="smcap">Watts</span>—<em>The Meeting of Jacob and Esau.</em></li>
+<li>298. <span class="smcap">V. Cole</span>—<em>Sunlight Lingering on the Autumn Woods.</em></li>
+<li>303. <span class="smcap">Wells</span>—<em>James Stansfeld, Esq., of Halifax.</em></li>
+<li>321. <span class="smcap">Pott</span>—<em>The Minuet.</em></li>
+<li>322. <span class="smcap">G. D. Leslie</span>—<em>Mrs. Charles Dickens, Jun.</em></li>
+<li>327. <span class="smcap">Prinsep</span>—<em>A Portrait.</em></li>
+<li>340. <span class="smcap">Frith</span>—<em>Scene from “She Stoops to Conquer.”</em></li>
+<li>344. <span class="smcap">Perugini</span>—<em>Daphne.</em></li>
+<li>345. <span class="smcap">Mrs. Robbinson</span>—<em>The Firstborn.</em></li>
+<li>346. <span class="smcap">Radford</span>—<em>“No Man that Warreth” &amp;c.</em></li>
+<li>348. <span class="smcap">Lucy</span>—<em>The Forced Abdication of Mary Stuart.</em></li>
+<li>367. <span class="smcap">Miss A. Thornycroft</span>—<em>Study of a Head.</em></li>
+<li>378. <span class="smcap">Boughton</span>—<em>A Breton Pastoral.</em></li>
+<li>387. <span class="smcap">Wyllie</span>—<em>Dover Castle and Town.</em></li>
+<li>390. <span class="smcap">Calthrop</span>—<em>The Last Song of the Girondins, 1793.</em></li>
+<li>400. <span class="smcap">Orchardson</span>—<em>Scene from “King Henry IV.”</em></li>
+<li>403. <span class="smcap">Stanhope</span>—<em>The Footsteps of the Flock.</em></li>
+<li>416. <span class="smcap">Whaite</span>—<em>Harvest on the Mountains.</em></li>
+<li>420. <span class="smcap">Wade</span>—<em>A Stitch in Time.</em></li>
+<li>452. <span class="smcap">H. Moore</span>—<em>Weather Moderating after a Gale.</em></li>
+<li>467. <span class="smcap">Mrs. Ward</span>—<em>Sion House, 1553.</em></li>
+<li>474. <span class="smcap">Crowe</span>—<em>A Chiffonnier.</em></li>
+<li>478. <span class="smcap">Wells</span>—<em>The Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne.</em></li>
+<li>490. <span class="smcap">E. Frère</span>—<em>La Sortie de l’Ecole des Filles.</em></li>
+<li>503. <span class="smcap">Hemy</span>—<em>By the River Side, Antwerp.</em></li>
+<li>504. <span class="smcap">Nicol</span>—<em>Waiting at the Cross-roads.</em></li>
+<li>520. <span class="smcap">Armitage</span>—<em>Herod’s Birthday Feast.</em></li>
+<li>521. <span class="smcap">Lidderdale</span>—<em>The Exiled Jacobite.</em></li>
+<li>523. <span class="smcap">Prinsep</span>—<em>A Greek Widow at a Tomb.</em></li>
+<li>529. <span class="smcap">Hillingford</span>—<em>Before the Tournament.</em></li>
+<li>531. <span class="smcap">Armstrong</span>—<em>Daffodils.</em></li>
+<li>532. <span class="smcap">Opie</span>—<em>The Musical Genius.</em></li>
+<li>542. <span class="smcap">Hayllar</span>—<em>Midsummer, Parham Hall, Suffolk.</em></li>
+<li><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>30</span>
+551. <span class="smcap">Gale</span>—<em>Nazareth.</em></li>
+<li>552. <span class="smcap">Goldie</span>—<em>A Child Martyr borne across the Roman Campagna to one of the Catacombs.</em></li>
+<li>571. <span class="smcap">Miss Sandys</span>—<em>Enid.</em></li>
+<li>579. <span class="smcap">Calderon</span>—<em>Whither?</em></li>
+<li>580. <span class="smcap">Mason</span>—<em>Netley Moor.</em></li>
+<li>615. <span class="smcap">Hodgson</span>—<em>Off the Downs in the Days of the Cæsars.</em></li>
+<li>616. <span class="smcap">A. Hayward</span>—<em>The Haunted House.</em></li>
+<li>636. <span class="smcap">J. E. Williams</span>—<em>The Bishop of Gloucester.</em></li>
+<li>646. <span class="smcap">Archer</span>—<em>Bringing home Fern, Evening.</em></li>
+<li>648. <span class="smcap">McCallum</span>—<em>Near the Buck Gates, Sherwood Forest.</em></li>
+<li>656. <span class="smcap">Tourrier</span>—<em>The Cloisters.</em></li>
+<li>657. <span class="smcap">G. D. Leslie</span>—<em>The Empty Sleeve.</em></li>
+<li>671. <span class="smcap">Brennan</span>—<em>Via della Vita, Rome.</em></li>
+<li>673. <span class="smcap">Crowe</span>—<em>Mary Stuart, February 8th, 1586.</em></li>
+<li>683. <span class="smcap">A. Hughes</span>—<em>Mrs. Edward Rhodes.</em></li>
+<li>689. <span class="smcap">Lobley</span>—<em>Fancies in the Fire.</em></li>
+<li>727. <span class="smcap">R. Doyle</span>—<em>The Enchanted Tree.</em></li>
+<li>754. <span class="smcap">A. C. H. Luxmoore</span>—<em>Searching for Treason.</em></li>
+<li>763. <span class="smcap">J. F. Lewis</span>—<em>Camels.</em></li>
+<li>764. <span class="smcap">Count G. V. Rosen</span>—<em>A Street in Cairo.</em></li>
+<li>833. <span class="smcap">Hardwick</span>—<em>The Woods in Early Spring.</em></li>
+<li>908. <span class="smcap">E. Edwards</span>—<em>Four Etchings, Wells, &amp;c.</em></li>
+<li>915. <span class="smcap">C. N. Luxmoore</span>—<em>Pen and Ink Sketches from Nature.</em></li>
+<li>1001. <span class="smcap">Woolner</span>—<em>Hon. W. E. Frere, late of Bombay.</em></li>
+<li>1029. Ditto—<em>The late Robert Leslie Ellis.</em></li>
+<li>1040. <span class="smcap">Böhm</span>—<em>Miss Cumberbatch.</em></li>
+<li>1052.
+<ins id="Ap" title="Original has ApGriffith"><span class="smcap">Ap Griffith</span></ins>—<em>Cain preparing his Sacrifice.</em></li>
+<li>1106. <span class="smcap">G. A. Lawson</span>—<em>The Maiden’s Secret.</em></li>
+<li>1164. <span class="smcap">Tupper</span>—<em>Dr. Hyde Salter.</em></li>
+<li>1169. <span class="smcap">G. Morgan</span>—<em>Study of a Head.</em></li>
+<li>1194. <span class="smcap">Leifchild</span>—<em>The Rev. Thomas Jones.</em></li>
+</ul>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>31</span>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="PART_II"><em>PART II.</em></h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center linespace2"><span class="p8">BY</span><br>
+ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.</p>
+
+<hr class="short">
+
+<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap">I have</span> been asked to note down at random my impressions of some few
+among this year’s pictures. These I am aware will have no weight or
+value but that which a sincere and studious love of the art can give;
+so much I claim for them, and so much only. To pass judgment or tender
+counsel is beyond my aim or my desire.</p>
+
+<p>Returning from the Academy I find two pictures impressed on my memory
+more deeply and distinctly than the rest. First of these—first of
+all, it seems to me, for depth and nobility of feeling and meaning—is
+Mr. Watts’ “Wife of Pygmalion.” The soft severity of perfect beauty
+might serve alike for woman or statue, flesh or marble; but the eyes
+have opened already upon love, with a tender and grave wonder; her
+curving ripples of hair seem just warm from the touch and the breath
+of the goddess, moulded and quickened by lips and hands diviner than
+her sculptor’s. So it seems a Greek painter must have painted women,
+when Greece had mortal pictures fit to match her imperishable statues.
+Her shapeliness and state, her sweet majesty and amorous chastity,
+recall the supreme Venus of Melos. In this “translation” of a Greek
+statue into an English picture, no less than in the bust of Clytie,
+we see how in the hands of a great artist painting and sculpture may
+become as sister arts indeed, yet without<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>32</span> invasion or confusion; how,
+without any forced alliance of form and colour, a picture may share
+the gracious grandeur of a statue, a statue may catch something of the
+subtle bloom of beauty proper to a picture.</p>
+
+<p>The other picture of which I would speak, unlike enough to this in
+sentiment or in tone, has in common with it the loftiest quality of
+beauty pure and simple. Indeed, of all the few great or the many
+good painters now at work among us, no one has so keen and clear a
+sense of this absolute beauty as Mr. Albert Moore. His painting is to
+artists what the verse of Théophile Gautier is to poets; the faultless
+and secure expression of an exclusive worship of things formally
+beautiful. That contents them; they leave to others the labours and
+the joys of thought or passion. The outlines of their work are pure,
+decisive, distinct; its colour is of the full sunlight. This picture
+of “Azaleas” is as good a type as need be of their manner of work.
+A woman delicately draped, but showing well the gentle mould of her
+fine limbs through the thin soft raiment; pale small leaves and bright
+white blossoms about her and above, a few rose-red petals fallen
+on the pale marble and faint-coloured woven mat before her feet; a
+strange and splendid vessel, inlaid with designs of Eastern colour;
+another—clasped by one long slender hand and filled from it with
+flowers—of soft white, touched here and there into blossom of blue:
+this is enough. The melody of colour, the symphony of form is complete:
+one more beautiful thing is achieved, one more delight is born into the
+world; and its meaning is beauty; and its reason for being is to be.</p>
+
+<p>We all owe so much to Mr. Leighton for the selection and intention of
+his subjects—always noble or beautiful as these are, always worthy of
+a great and grave art; a thing how inexpressibly laudable and admirable
+in a time given over to the school of slashed breeches and the school
+of blowsy babyhood!—we owe him, I say, so much for this that it seems
+ungracious to say a word of his work except in the way of thanks and
+praise. I find no true touch of Greek beauty in the watery Hellenism
+of his Ariadne: she is a nobly moulded model of wax, such a figure
+as a mediæval sorceress might set<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>33</span> to waste before a charmed fire
+and burn out the life of the living woman. The “Actæa” has the charm
+that a well-trained draughtsman can give to a naked fair figure; this
+charm it has, and no other; it has also a painful trimness suggestive
+of vapour-baths, of “strigil” and “rusma,” of the toilet labours of
+a Juvenalian lady; not the fresh sweet strength of limbs native to
+the sea, but the lower loveliness of limbs that have been steamed and
+scraped. The picture of Acme and Septimius is excellently illustrative
+of Mr. Theodore Martin’s verse; it is in no wise illustrative of
+Catullus. I doubt if Love would have sneezed approval of these lovers
+either to left or to right. As for detail, surely one arm at least of
+his and one leg at least of hers are singular samples of drawing. In
+his two other pictures Mr. Leighton has, I think, reached his highest
+mark for this year. The majestic figure and noble head of Jonathan are
+worthy of the warrior whose love was wonderful, passing the love of
+woman; the features resolute, solicitous, heroic. The boy beside him is
+worthy to stand so near; his action has all the grace of mere nature,
+as he stoops slightly from the shoulder to sustain the heavy quiver.
+The portrait of a lady hard by has a gracious and noble beauty, too
+rare even among the abler of English workmen in this line.</p>
+
+<p>The genius of Mr. Millais is of course a thing indestructible; but
+all that can be done to deaden or distort it the Academy has done.
+“They have scotched the snake, not killed it”—being as it is a
+“Serpent-of-Eternity.” There is nothing here to recall the painter of
+past years. There is no significance or depth, no subtlety of beauty;
+there is the fit and equal ability of an able craftsman. The group of
+three sisters is a sample of this excellent ability; no man needs to
+be told that. There is no lack of graceful expressive composition;
+there is no stint of ribbons and trimmings. There is a bitter want
+of beauty, of sweetness, of the harmony which should hang about the
+memories of men after seeing it as an odour or a cadence about their
+senses: and this beauty, this sweetness, this harmony, all great and
+all genuine pictures leave with us for an after-gust, not soon to pass
+or perish.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>34</span> The picture called “Rosalind and Celia” gives us graver
+and deeper offence. Of the landscape nothing evil shall be said, and
+nothing good; but the figures cry aloud for remark and reprobation.
+These women are none of Shakspeare’s. Think but in passing of the
+fresh grace, the laughters as of April, the light delicate daring,
+the tender and brilliant sweetness of the true “Ganymede;” what is
+left of all this? She figures here as a fair-faced ballet-girl, with
+a soul absorbed by the calf of her leg. And this dull, sickly, stolid
+woman huddling heavily against her is Celia; this is the purest rarest
+type that Shakspeare could give of heroic and sweet devotion; this is
+she who alone even among his women could not live but in another’s
+life. And Touchstone—can this sour ape-cheeked face be the face that
+Jaques “met i’ the forest?” these the lips that rallied Corin and wooed
+Aubrey? “Bear your body more seemly,” Touchstone. And with all this
+debasement and distortion of Shakspeare’s figures, we do not even get
+by way of amends a well-wrought piece of work; forget if you will the
+names attached, this is still but an unlovely picture. It seems that
+Mr. Millais has forgotten how to paint a lady; his women here all smack
+of the side-scenes or the servants’ hall. Admirable for its strong sure
+power of painting, the “Stella” is, nevertheless, pitiably vacuous.
+If the sailors at Nelson’s tomb appeal somewhat overmuch to popular
+sentiment of no deep or delicate kind, the picture is yet a noble one
+and impressive. The faces are full of simple and keen feeling, of tacit
+and loyal reverence. There is a superfluous ugliness in the two wooden
+stumps; and perhaps the knack by which the light is arranged so as to
+strike out severally from each pane of the glass lantern is too like
+one of those petty feats which are as lime-twigs laid to catch the
+eyes and tongues of the half-trained sightseers who jostle and saunter
+through a gallery, pausing now and again to “wonder with a foolish face
+of praise.” The worst of these pictures, painted by a meaner man, would
+justly win notice and applause; but it is no small thing that a great
+man should do no greater work than some of this. The clear eye and the
+strong hand have not forgotten<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>35</span> their cunning; it is a master whom we
+find too often at work fit only for a craftsman. Surely a painter who
+has done things so noble will not always be content to take for his
+battle-cry, “Philistia, be thou glad of me.”</p>
+
+<p>I return now to the works of Mr. Watts. His little landscape is full
+of that beauty which lives a dim brief life between sunset and dusk.
+The faint flames and mobile colours of the sky, the dim warm woods, the
+flight of doves about the dovecote, have all their part in the grave
+charm of evening, are all given back to the eye with the grace and
+strength of a master’s touch; the stacks that catch the glare and glow
+of low sunlight seem crude and violent in their intense yellow colour
+and hard angles of form: natural it may be, but a natural discord that
+jars upon the eye. “The Meeting of Jacob and Esau,” though something
+too academic, has in part the especial, the personal grandeur of Mr.
+Watts’s larger manner of work. In the pale smooth worn face of Jacob
+there is a shy sly shame which befits the supplanter: his well-nigh
+passive action, as of one half reassured and half abashed, bares to
+view the very heart and root of his nature; and the rough strenuous
+figure of Esau, in its frank grandeur of brave sun-brown limbs, speaks
+aloud on the other side of the story, by the fervid freedom of his
+impetuous embrace. Far off, between the meeting figures, midmost of the
+remote cavalcade, the fair clear face of a woman looks out, pale under
+folds of white, patient and ill at ease; her one would take to be Leah.
+It is noticeable that one year, not over rich in excellent work, should
+give us two admirable pictures drawn from the Hebrew chronicles. What
+they call scriptural art in England does not often bear such acceptable
+fruit. I know not if even Mr. Watts has ever painted a nobler portrait
+than this of Mr. Panizzi; it recalls the majestic strength and depth of
+Morone’s work: there is the same dominant power of hand and keenness of
+eye, the same breadth and subtlety of touch, the same noble reticence
+of colour.</p>
+
+<p>Before I pass on to speak of any other painter, I will here interpolate
+what I have to say of Mr. Watts’s bust of Clytie. Not imitative, not
+even assimilative of Michel Angelo’s manner,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>36</span> it yet by some vague
+and ineffable quality brings to mind his work rather than any Greek
+sculptor’s. There is the same intense and fiery sentiment, the same
+grandeur of device, the same mystery of tragedy. The colour and the
+passion of this work are the workman’s own. Never was a divine legend
+translated into diviner likeness. Large, deep-bosomed, superb in arm
+and shoulder, as should be the woman growing from flesh into flower
+through a godlike agony, from fairness of body to fullness of flower,
+large-leaved and broad of blossom, splendid and sad—yearning with
+all the life of her lips and breasts after the receding light and the
+removing love—this is the Clytie indeed whom sculptors and poets have
+loved for her love of the Sun their God. The bitter sweetness of the
+dividing lips, the mighty mould of the rising breasts, the splendour of
+her sorrow is divine: divine the massive weight of carven curls bound
+up behind, the heavy straying flakes of unfilleted hair below; divine
+the clear cheeks and low full forehead, the strong round neck made for
+the arms of a god only to clasp and bend down to their yoke. We seem to
+see the lessening sunset that she sees, and fear too soon to watch that
+stately beauty slowly suffer change and die into flower, that solid
+sweetness of body sink into petal and leaf. Sculpture such as this has
+actual colour enough without need to borrow of an alien art.</p>
+
+<p>The work of M. Legros is always of such a solid and serious excellence
+as to require no passing study. His picture of Henry VIII. and
+courtiers is, I must think, an instance of absolute error; it has
+no finer quality of its own, and the reminiscence of Holbein is not
+fortunate. “The Refectory” makes large amends: he has never done more
+perfect work than this. The cadence of colours is just and noble;
+witness the red-leaved book open in one monk’s hand on the white cloth,
+the clear green jug on the table, the dim green bronze of the pitcher
+on the floor; beside it a splendid cat, its fur beautiful with warm
+black bars on an exquisite ground of dull grey, its expectant eye and
+mouth lifted without further or superfluous motion. The figures are
+noble by mere force of truth; there is nothing of vulgar ugliness
+or theatrical holiness. As good<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>37</span> but not so great as the celebrated
+“Ex-voto” of a past year, this picture is wholly worthy of a name
+already famous.</p>
+
+<p>The large work of Baron Leys stands out amid the overflow all round it
+of bad and feeble attempts or pretences at work in all the strength
+of its great quality of robust invention. It has the interest of
+excellent narrative; in every face there is a story. A great picture
+is something other than this; but this also is a great thing done. It
+is a chapter of history written in colours; a study which may remind
+us of Meinhold’s great romances, though the author of “Sidonia the
+Sorceress” may stand higher as a writer than Leys as a painter. All the
+realistic detail is here, but not the vital bloom and breath of action
+which Meinhold had to give. Rigour of judicial accuracy might refuse to
+this work the praise of a noble picture; for to that the final imprint
+and seal of beauty is requisite; and this beauty, if a man’s hand be
+but there to bestow it, may be wrought out of homely or heavenly faces,
+out of rare things or common, out of Titian’s women or Rembrandt’s.
+It is not the lack of prettiness which lowers the level of a picture.
+Here for imagination we have but intellect, for charm of form we have
+but force of thought. Too much also is matter of mere memory; thus
+the clerk writing is but a bastard brother of Holbein’s Erasmus. Form
+and colour are vigorous, if hard also and heavy; and when all is said
+it must in the end be still accepted as a work of high and rare power
+after its own kind, and that no common kind, nor unworthy of studious
+admiration and grave thanksgiving.</p>
+
+<p>It is well to compare this with the work that passes for historical in
+many English eyes. Doubtless it may be said that such things as some of
+these are not worth mention in a study so imperfect and discursive as
+this must be; that they were better passed by in peace and left to find
+their level. But it has been well said, “Il est des morts qu’il faut
+qu’on tue;” and though undesirous in general to take that duty out of
+abler hands, I will choose but one sample at random, on which I came by
+chance, looking up from Sir E. Landseer’s dog and deer, a work of brute
+ability, excellently repulsive as all brutish pain must be if duly
+rendered.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>38</span> This select sample of historic art in England is a picture
+of Mary Stuart about to sign her abdication. Posthumous parasites have
+often libelled her with praise of pencil or of pen; but retribution
+never yet fell heavier on her memory. She, the woman of such keen clear
+wits, such indomitable nerves, such pitiless charms and such tameless
+passions, that the very record of them can yet seduce and daunt men as
+she daunted and seduced them of old—the fairest, subtlest, hardest
+among women, with a heart of iron and fire—she shows here a fool’s
+face, doubtful between a simper and a sob, raised in pitiable appeal
+to a ring of stagestruck ruffians. The picture is worth notice as a
+tangible piece of proof that certain men do really accept this as the
+historic type of a figure so famous as hers. Another hand has drawn her
+portrait, perhaps somewhat nearer life, to this effect; (I take leave
+to cite the lines as a corrective, being reminded of them at sight of
+this picture. They may perhaps find place here, as the Queen of Scots
+figures thrice in this year’s show:)—</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent11">“Nor shall men ever say</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">But she was born right royal; full of sins,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Dyed hand and tongue with bloody stains and black,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Unmerciful, unfaithful, but of heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">So high and fiery, and of spirit so clear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">In extreme danger and pain so lifted up,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">So of all violent things inviolable,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">So large of courage, so superb of soul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">So sheathed with iron mind invincible</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And arms unbreached of fireproof constancy—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">By shame not shaken, fear or force or death,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Change, or all confluence of calamities—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And so at her worst need beloved, and so,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">(Naked of help and honour when she seemed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">As other women would be, of their strength</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Stript) still so of herself adorable,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">She shall be a world’s wonder to all time,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">A deadly glory watched of marvelling men</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Not without praise, not without noble tears,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And if without what she would never have</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Who had it never, pity—yet from none</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Quite without reverence and some kind of love</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">For that which was so royal.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Having delivered my soul as to this matter, I return not unrelieved<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>39</span>
+from historic ground, with some hope that this aberration may prove
+pardonable when the provocation has been taken into account.</p>
+
+<p>I have compared Albert Moore to Théophile Gautier; I am tempted to
+compare Mr. Leslie to Hégésippe Moreau. The low melodious notes of his
+painting have the soft reserve of tone and still sweetness of touch
+which belong to the idyllic poet of the Voulzie. Sometimes he almost
+attains the gentle grace of the other’s best verse—though I hardly
+remember a picture of his as exquisite for music and meaning as the
+“Étrennes à la Fermière.” His work of this year has much of tender
+beauty, especially the picture called “Home News;” his portraits have
+always a pleasant and genuine quality of their own; and in the picture
+called “The Empty Sleeve,” though trenching somewhat nearly on the
+obvious and facile ground of family feeling and domestic exhibition,
+there is enough of truth and grace visible to keep it up on the proper
+level of art.</p>
+
+<p>The “Evening Hymn” of Mr. Mason is in my mind the finest I have seen
+of his works, admirable beyond all where all are admirable. A row of
+girls, broken in rank here and there, stand and sing on a rough green
+rise of broken ground; behind them is a wild spare copse, beyond it
+a sunset of steady and sombre fire stains red with its sunken rays
+the long low space of sky; above this broad band of heavy colour the
+light is fitful and pale. The raised faces and opening mouths of the
+singers are as graceful as those carved by Della Robbia or Donatello
+in their choral groups; nothing visible of gape or strain, yet the
+action of song is made sensible. Their fine features are not over fine;
+they have all an air of the fields and the common country, which is
+confirmed in the figures, cast in a somewhat ruder mould, of the two
+young peasants who stand listening. One girl stands off a little from
+the rest, conning the text with eyes set fast upon her open book; the
+rest sing freely at large; the middle group of three girls is most
+noble and exquisite. Rich at once and grave in the colour, stately and
+sweet in the composition, this picture is a model of happy and majestic
+temperance.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>40</span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Walker’s picture of “Vagrants,” has more of actual beauty than
+his “Bathers” of last year; more of brilliant skill and swift sharp
+talent it can hardly have. The low marsh with its cold lights of grey
+glittering waters here and there; the stunted brushwood, the late and
+pale sky; the figures gathering about the kindling fire, sad and wild
+and worn and untameable; the one stately shape of a girl standing
+erect, her passionate beautiful face seen across the smoke of the scant
+fuel; all these are wrought with such appearance of ease and security
+and speed of touch, that the whole seems almost a feat of mere skill
+rather than a grave sample of work; but in effect it is no such slight
+thing.</p>
+
+<p>In Mr. Armstrong’s “Daffodils” there is a still sobriety of beauty, a
+quiet justice and a fine gravity of manner, far unlike the flash and
+flare of obtrusive cleverness which vexes us so often in English work
+of this kind. The sombre sweetness of a coming twilight is poured upon
+hill and field; only the yellow flowers wreathed about the child’s
+hat or held by the boy kneeling on the stile relieve the tender tone
+of sunless daylight with soft and tempered colour. The action of the
+figures has all the grace of simple truth and childlike nature.</p>
+
+<p>“The Exiled Jacobite” of Mr. Lidderdale is full of the noble sadness of
+the subject, excellent also as a genuine picture, a work of composed
+harmony. The noble worn face of the old man, stamped with the sacred
+seal of patience and pain, looks seaward over the discoloured stonework
+of the low wall, beyond the dull grey roofs of a low-lying town that
+slope to the foreign shore. His eyes are not upon the dusky down
+sweeping up behind, the rough quaint houses and deep hollow, veiled all
+and blue with the misty late air; they are set, sad and strong, upon
+things they shall never see indeed again. From the whole figure the
+spirit of the old song speaks:</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse outdent">“Now all is done that man can do,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And all is done in vain.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="noi">The pathos of the picture is masculine and plain as
+truth;<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>41</span> the painter might have written under it the simple first words
+of the same most noble song:</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">“It was a’ for our rightful king.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Mr. Poynter’s picture of “The Catapult” has an admirable energy of
+thought and handiwork; the force and weight of faculty shown in it
+would be worthy remark if the result were less excellent. Excellent of
+its kind it is, but not delightful; surprise and esteem it provokes,
+but not the glad gratitude with which we should welcome all great work.
+The labouring figures and the monstrous engine are worthy of wonder and
+praise; but there is a want on the whole of beauty, a want in detail of
+interest. The painter’s “Israel in Egypt” had more of both qualities,
+though there is this year a visible growth of power; it left upon our
+eyes a keen impression of gorgeous light and cruelty and splendour and
+suffering; it had more room for the rival effects at once of fine art
+and of casual sentiment.</p>
+
+<p>The two pictures of Mr. Hughes show all his inevitable grace and tender
+way of work; they are full of gentle colour and soft significance. The
+smaller is to us the sweeter sample; but both are noticeable for their
+clear soft purity and bright delicacy of thought and touch. In the
+larger picture the bird singing on the sill, delicious as it would be
+anywhere, has here a double charm.</p>
+
+<p>There is a genuine force and a quaint beauty in Mr. Houghton’s
+picture—portrait it can hardly be called—of a gentleman in his
+laboratory. His other picture, of a boy lifting up a younger child
+to smell a rose on the tree, while a kitten bounds at his feet, is
+admirable for its plain direct grace of manner.</p>
+
+<p>The head of a priest by Mr. Burgess has a clear air of truth and
+strength; its Spanish manner recalls the style of Phillip, whom the
+painter, it seems, has sought to emulate. Among the few portraits worth
+a look or a word, is that of Mrs. Birket Foster by Mr. Orchardson;
+though the showy simplicity be something of a knack, and the painting
+of woodwork and drapery rather a trick of trade acquired than a test
+of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>42</span> accomplished power, the work is so well done and the action so
+plain and good as to bear and to reward a second look.</p>
+
+<p>The show of this year is noticeably barren in landscape. Nothing is
+here of Inchbold, nothing of Anthony. The time which can bring forth
+but two such men should have also brought forth men capable to judge
+them and to enjoy. Even here however the field is not all sterile:
+there are two studies of sea by Mr. H. Moore, worthy to redeem the
+whole waste of a year. One of these shows an ebbing tide before the
+squall comes up; the soft low tumult of washing waves, not yet beaten
+into storm and foam, but weltering and whitening under cloud and wind,
+will soon gather power and passion; as yet there is some broken and
+pallid sunlight flung over it by faint flashes, which serve but to show
+the deepening trouble and quickening turmoil of reluctant waters. The
+shifting and subtle colours of the surging sea and grey blowing sky are
+beautiful and true. The study of storm subsiding as the waves beat up
+inshore, though vigorous and faithful, is in parts somewhat heavy; but
+the jostling breakers muster and fight and fall with all the grace and
+force of nature.</p>
+
+<p>In these stray notes I had meant to set down nothing in dispraise
+of this picture or that, but merely to say of such as I found good
+the best I had to say; passing by of necessity many well worthy of
+praise or blame, and many more not wholly worthy of either. Of these
+indeed the main part of an exhibition must usually be made up; of
+mediocrities and ingenuities which art must on the whole ignore and
+put aside without rebuke, though they may not call aloud for fire to
+consume them. But a word may here be said of M.
+<ins id="Edouard" title="Original has Edouard">Édouard</ins>
+Frère; a name that carries weight with it. He has been likened to
+Wordsworth; it must be a Wordsworth shorn of his beams. In the large
+field of the poet there are barren and weedy places enough; he may at
+times, with relaxed hand and bedimmed eye, drop from the hills to the
+quagmires, and croak there to children, instead of singing to men;
+but the qualities which at such times a great poet may have in common
+with a small painter are not the qualities which make him great. When
+we find in M. Frère the majesty and music of thought, the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>43</span> stately
+strength and high-toned harmonies, the deep sure touch and keen-edged
+pathos of the poet, then only we may grant the kinship. To the rags
+and tatters, the stubble and sweepings of Wordsworth, he meantime is
+more than welcome. What is there in this year’s picture well conceived,
+well composed, well painted? what of effect, of harmony, of variety in
+these crude monotonous figures? A great artist in verse or in colour
+may assuredly make some great thing out of the commonest unwashed group
+of dull faces; but the workman must first be great; and this workman,
+without force of hand or delicacy, without depth or grace of painting,
+would pass off on us, in lieu of these, such mere trickeries of coarse
+and easy sentiment, fit only to “milk the maudlin” eyes of M. Prudhomme
+and his wife. Turn from his work to that of M. Legros, and compare the
+emasculate with the masculine side of French art.</p>
+
+<p>Among the drawings here are two studies by Mr. Sandys, both worthy of
+the high place held by the artist. One is a portrait full of force
+and distinction, drawn as perhaps no other man among us can draw; the
+other, a woman’s face, is one of his most solid and splendid designs;
+a woman of rich, ripe, angry beauty, she draws one warm long lock of
+curling hair through her full and moulded lips, biting it with bared
+bright teeth, which add something of a tiger’s charm to the sleepy and
+couching passion of her fair face. But of that which is not here I have
+also something to say. Exclusion and suppression of certain things in
+the range of art are not really possible to any academy upon earth, be
+it pictorial or literary. It is natural for academies to try, when any
+rare or new good thing comes before them in either kind; witness much
+of academic history in England as in France; but the record of their
+ill-will has always been the record of their impotence. Mr. Sandys’
+picture of “Medea” is well enough known by this time, wherever there
+is any serious knowledge of art, to claim here some word of comment,
+not less seasonable than if it were now put forward to grace the great
+show of the year. Like Coriolanus, the painter might say if he would
+that it is his to banish the judges, his to reject the “common cry” of
+academics. For this, beyond all doubt, is as yet his masterpiece.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>44</span> Pale
+as from poison, with the blood drawn back from her very lips, agonized
+in face and limbs with the labour and the fierce contention of old
+love with new, of a daughter’s love with a bride’s, the fatal figure
+of Medea pauses a little on the funereal verge of the wood of death,
+in act to pour a blood-like liquid into the soft opal-coloured hollow
+of a shell. The future is hard upon her, as a cup of bitter poison set
+close to her mouth; the furies of Absyrtus, the furies of her children,
+rise up against her from the unrisen years; her eyes are hungry and
+helpless, full of a fierce and raging sorrow. Hard by her, henbane and
+aconite and nightshade thrive and grow full of fruit and death; before
+her fair feet the bright-eyed toads engender after their kind. Upon the
+golden ground behind is wrought in allegoric decoration the likeness of
+the ship Argo, with other emblems of the tragic things of her life. The
+picture is grand alike for wealth of symbol and solemnity of beauty.</p>
+
+<p>The present year has other pictures to be proud of, not submitted to
+the loose and slippery judgment of an academy. Of one or two such I am
+here permitted to make mention. The great picture which Mr. Whistler
+has now in hand is not yet finished enough for any critical detail to
+be possible; it shows already promise of a more majestic and excellent
+beauty of form than his earlier studies, and of the old delicacy and
+melody of ineffable colour. Of three slighter works lately painted,
+I may set down a few rapid notes; but no task is harder than this
+of translation from colour into speech, when the speech must be so
+hoarse and feeble, when the colour is so subtle and sublime. Music or
+verse might strike some string accordant in sound to such painting,
+but a mere version such as this is as a psalm of Tate’s to a psalm of
+David’s. In all of these the main strings touched are certain varying
+chords of blue and white, not without interludes of the bright and
+tender tones of floral purple or red. In two of the studies the keynote
+is an effect of sea; in one, a sketch for the great picture, the soft
+brilliant floor-work and wall-work of a garden balcony serve in its
+stead to set forth the flowers and figures of flower-like women. In
+a second, we have again a gathering of women in a balcony; from the
+unseen flowerland<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>45</span> below tall almond-trees shoot up their topmost
+crowns of tender blossom; beyond and far out to west and south the
+warm and solemn sea spreads wide and soft without wrinkle of wind. The
+dim grey floor-work in front, delicate as a summer cloud in colour,
+is antiphonal to the bluer wealth of water beyond: and between these
+the fair clusters of almond-blossom make divine division. Again the
+symphony or (if you will) the antiphony is sustained by the fervid or
+the fainter colours of the women’s raiment as they lean out one against
+another, looking far oversea in that quiet depth of pleasure without
+words when spirit and sense are filled full of beautiful things, till
+it seems that at a mere breath the charmed vessels of pleasure would
+break or overflow, the brimming chalices of the senses would spill
+this wine of their delight. In the third of these studies the sea is
+fresher, lightly kindling under a low clear wind; at the end of a pier
+a boat is moored, and women in the delicate bright robes of eastern
+fashion and colour so dear to the painter are about to enter it; one
+is already midway the steps of the pier; she pauses, half unsure of
+her balance, with an exquisite fluttered grace of action. Her comrades
+above are also somewhat troubled, their robes lightly blown about by
+the sea-wind, but not too much for light laughter and a quivering
+pleasure. Between the dark wet stair-steps and piles of the pier the
+sweet bright sea shows foamless here and blue. This study has more of
+the delight of life than the others; which among three such may be most
+beautiful I neither care to guess nor can. They all have the immediate
+beauty, they all give the direct delight of natural things; they seem
+to have grown as a flower grows, not in any forcing house of ingenious
+and laborious cunning. This indeed is in my eyes a special quality of
+Mr. Whistler’s genius; a freshness and fulness of the loveliest life
+of things, with a high clear power upon them which seems to educe a
+picture as the sun does a blossom or a fruit.</p>
+
+<p>It is well known that the painter of whom I now propose to speak has
+never suffered exclusion or acceptance at the hand of any academy. To
+such acceptance or such rejection all other men of any note have been
+and may be liable. It is<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>46</span> not less well known that his work must always
+hold its place as second in significance and value to no work done by
+any English painter of his time. Among the many great works of Mr. D.
+G. Rossetti, I know of none greater than his two latest. These are
+types of sensual beauty and spiritual, the siren and the sibyl. The one
+is a woman of the type of Adam’s first wife; she is a living Lilith,
+with ample splendour of redundant hair;</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent21">She excels</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">All women in the magic of her locks;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And when she winds them round a young man’s neck</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">She will not ever set him free again.</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>Clothed in soft white garments, she draws out through a comb the heavy
+mass of hair like thick spun gold to fullest length; her head leans
+back half sleepily, superb and satiate with its own beauty; the eyes
+are languid, without love in them or hate; the sweet luxurious mouth
+has the patience of pleasure fulfilled and complete, the warm repose of
+passion sure of its delight. Outside, as seen in the glimmering mirror,
+there is full summer; the deep and glowing leaves have drunk in the
+whole strength of the sun. The sleepy splendour of the picture is a fit
+raiment for the idea incarnate of faultless fleshly beauty and peril
+of pleasure unavoidable. For this serene and sublime sorceress there
+is no life but of the body; with spirit (if spirit there be) she can
+dispense. Were it worth her while for any word to divide those terrible
+tender lips, she too might say with the hero of the most perfect and
+exquisite book of modern times—<em>Mademoiselle de Maupin</em>—“Je
+trouve la terre aussi belle que le ciel, et je pense que la correction
+de la forme est la vertu.” Of evil desire or evil impulse she has
+nothing; and nothing of good. She is indifferent, equable, magnetic;
+she charms and draws down the souls of men by pure force of absorption,
+in no wise wilful or malignant; outside herself she cannot live, she
+cannot even see: and because of this she attracts and subdues all men
+at once in body and in spirit. Beyond the mirror she cares not to look,
+and could not.</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse outdent">“Ma mia suora Rahel mai non si smaga</div>
+ <div class="verse">Dal suo miraglio, e siede tutto ’l giorno.”</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>So, rapt in no spiritual contemplation, she will sit to all<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>47</span> time,
+passive and perfect: the outer light of a sweet spring day flooding
+and filling the massive gold of her hair. By the reflection in a deep
+mirror of fervent foliage from without, the chief chord of stronger
+colour is touched in this picture; next in brilliance and force of
+relief is the heap of curling and tumbling hair on which the sunshine
+strikes; the face and head of the siren are withdrawn from the full
+stroke of the light.</p>
+
+<p>After this faint essay at an exposition, the weighty and melodious
+words in which the painter has recast his thought (words inscribed
+on the frame of the picture) will be taken as full atonement for my
+shortcomings; I fear only that the presumption and insufficience of the
+commentator will now be but the more visible.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center smcap">Lady Lilith.</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">Of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, it is told</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">That, ere the snake’s, her sweet tongue could deceive,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And her enchanted hair was the first gold.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And still she sits, young while the earth is old,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">And, subtly of herself contemplative,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Till heart and body and life are in its hold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza2">
+ <div class="verse indent1">Rose, foxglove, poppy, are her flowers: for where</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And soft-shed
+<ins id="kisses" title="Original has fingers">kisses</ins> and soft sleep shall snare?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Lo! as that youth’s eyes burned at thine, so went</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And round his heart one strangling golden hair.</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>The other picture gives the type opposite to this; a head of serene and
+spiritual beauty, severe and tender, with full and heavy hair falling
+straight in grave sweet lines, not like Lilith’s exuberant of curl
+and coil; with carven column of throat, solid and round and flawless
+as living ivory; with still and sacred eyes and pure calm lips; an
+imperial votaress truly, in maiden meditation: yet as true and tangible
+a woman of mortal mould, as ripe and firm of flesh as her softer and
+splendid sister. The mystic emblems behind her show her power upon
+love and death to make them loyal servants to the law of her lofty and
+solemn spirit. Here also the artist<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>48</span> alone should first be heard; and
+I, having leave to act as his outrider, give him the due precedence.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Sibylla Palmifera.</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">Under the arch of life, where love and death,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">I drew it in as simply as my breath.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">The sky and sea bend on thee,—which can draw,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">By sea or sky or woman, to one law,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza2">
+ <div class="verse indent1">This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Thy voice and hand shake still,—long known to thee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">By flying hair and fluttering hem,—the beat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent5">Following her daily of thy heart and feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">How passionately and irretrievably,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">In what fond flight, how many ways and days!</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="noi">After these all weaker words must fall flat enough; but
+something of further description may yet be allowed. Behind this figure
+of the ideal and inaccessible beauty, an inlaid wall of alternate
+alabaster and black marble bears inwrought on its upper part the rival
+twin emblems of love and death; over the bare carven skull poppies
+impend, and roses over the sweet head with bound blind eyes: in her
+hand is the palm-branch, a sceptre of peace and of power. The cadence
+of colour is splendid and simple, a double trinity of green and red,
+the dim red robe, the deep red poppies, the soft red roses; and again
+the green veil wound about with wild flowers, the green down of
+poppy-leaves, the sharper green of rose-leaves.</p>
+
+<p>An unfinished picture of Beatrice (the Beata Beatrix of the Vita
+Nuova), a little before death, is perhaps the noblest of Mr. Rossetti’s
+many studies after Dante. This work is wholly symbolic and ideal; a
+strange bird flown earthward from heaven brings her in its beak a
+full-blown poppy, the funereal flower of sleep. Her beautiful head
+lies back, sad and sweet, with fast-shut eyes in a death-like trance
+that is not death; over it the shadow of death seems to impend, making
+sombre the splendour of her ample hair and tender faultless features.
+Beyond her the city and the bridged river<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>49</span> are seen as from far, dim
+and veiled with misty lights as though already “sitting alone, made
+as a widow.” Love, one side, comes bearing in his hand a heart in
+flames, having his eyes bent upon Dante’s; on the other side is Dante,
+looking sadly across the way towards Love. In this picture the light is
+subdued and soft, touching tenderly from behind the edges of Beatrice’s
+hair and raiment; in the others there is a full fervour of daylight.
+The great picture of Venus Verticordia has now been in great measure
+recast; the head is of a diviner type of beauty; golden butterflies
+hover about the halo of her hair, alight upon the apple or the arrow in
+her hands; her face has the sweet supremacy of a beauty imperial and
+immortal; her glorious bosom seems to exult and expand as the roses
+on each side of it. The painting of leaf and fruit and flower in this
+picture is beyond my praise or any man’s; but of one thing I will here
+take note; the flash of green brilliance from the upper leaves of the
+trellis against the sombre green of the trees behind. Once more it must
+appear that the painter alone can translate into words as perfect in
+music and colour the sense and spirit of his work.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Venus Verticordia.</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">She hath it in her hand to give it thee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Yet almost in her heart would hold it back;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">She muses, with her eyes upon the track</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Of that which in thy spirit they can see.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Haply, “Behold, he is at peace,” saith she:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">“Alas! the apple for his lips—the dart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">That follows its brief sweetness to his heart—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">The wandering of his feet perpetually!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza2">
+ <div class="verse indent1">A little space her glance is still and coy;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">But if she give the fruit that works her spell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">Those eyes shall flame as for her Phrygian boy;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">Then shall her bird’s strained throat the woe foretell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">And her far seas moan as a single shell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">And through her dark grove strike the light of Troy.</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="noi">Another work, as yet incomplete, is a study
+of La Pia; she is seen looking forth from the ramparts of her lord’s
+castle, over the fatal lands without; her pallid splendid face hangs
+a little forward, wan and white against the mass of dark deep hair;
+under her<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>50</span> hands is a work of embroidery, hanging still on the frame
+unfinished; just touched by the weak weary hands, it trails forward
+across the lap of her pale green raiment, into the foreground of
+the picture. In her eyes is a strange look of wonder and sorrow and
+fatigue, without fear and without pain, as though she were even now
+looking beyond earth into the soft and sad air of purgatory: she
+presses the deadly marriage-ring into the flesh of her finger, so deep
+that the soft skin is bloodless and blanched from the intense imprint
+of it. Two other studies, as yet only sketched, give promise of no less
+beauty; the subject of one was long since handled by the artist in a
+slighter manner. It also is taken from the Vita Nuova; Dante in a dream
+beholding Beatrice dead, tended by handmaidens, and Love, with bow and
+dart in hand, in act to kiss her beautiful dead mouth. The other is
+a design of Perseus showing to Andromeda the severed head of Medusa,
+reflected in water; an old and well-worn subject, but renewed and
+reinformed with life by the vital genius of the artist. In the Pompeian
+picture we see the lovers at halt beside a stream, on their homeward
+way; here we see them in their house, bending over the central cistern
+or impluvium of the main court. The design is wonderful for grace and
+force; the picture will assuredly be one of the painter’s greatest.</p>
+
+<p>Wide and far apart as lie their provinces of work, their tones of
+thought and emotion, the two illustrious artists of whom I have just
+said a short and inadequate word have in common one supreme quality of
+spirit and of work, coloured and moulded in each by his individual and
+inborn force of nature; the love of beauty for the very beauty’s sake,
+the faith and trust in it as in a god indeed. This gift of love and
+faith, now rare enough, has been and should be ever the common apanage
+of artists. <em>Rien n’est vrai que le beau</em>; this should be the
+beginning and the ending of their belief, held in no small or narrow
+sense, but in the largest and most liberal scope of meaning. Beauty
+may be strange, quaint, terrible, may play with pain as with pleasure,
+handle a horror till she leave it a delight; she forsakes not such
+among her servants as Webster or as Goya. No good art is unbeautiful;
+but much able and effective work<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>51</span> may be, and is. Mere skill, mere
+thought and trouble, mere feeling or dexterity, will never on earth
+make a man painter or poet or artist in any kind. Hundreds of English
+pictures just now have but these to boast of; and with these even
+studious and able men are often now content; forgetful that art is no
+more a matter of mere brain-work than of mere handicraft. The worship
+of beauty, though beauty be itself transformed and incarnate in shapes
+diverse without end, must be simple and absolute; hence only must the
+believer expect profit or reward. Over every building made sacred to
+art of any sort, upon the hearts of all who strive after it to serve
+it, there should be written these words of the greatest master now
+living among us:—</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent1">La beauté est parfaite,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">La beauté peut toute chose,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">La beauté est la seule chose au monde qui n’existe pas à demi.</div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="center p120 mt3">THE END.</p>
+
+
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+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="divider x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="tn">
+<p class="center">Transcriber’s Note:</p>
+
+<p>Punctuation has been standardised; hyphenation has been retained as it
+appears in the original publication.</p>
+
+<p>The following changes have been made:</p>
+
+<ul>
+<li>Page 30<br>
+1052. <span class="smcap">ApGriffith</span> <em>changed to</em><br>
+1052. <span class="smcap"><a href="#Ap">Ap Griffith</a></span></li>
+
+<li>Page 42<br>
+But a word may here be said of M. Edouard Frère <em>changed to</em><br>
+But a word may here be said of M. <a href="#Edouard">Édouard</a> Frère</li>
+
+<li>
+Page 47<br>
+And soft-shed fingers and soft sleep shall snare? <em>changed to</em><br>
+And soft-shed <a href="#kisses">kisses</a> and soft sleep shall snare?</li>
+</ul>
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