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The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton
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The Life, Letters and Work of Frederic Baron Leighton
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" If any man should be constantly pmetrated with a gift bestowed on him^ it is the artist who has realised as his share a genuine love ftrom nature ; for his enjoyment j if he puts his gift to usury^ increases with the days of his life^^ • ••••••
** Every man who has received a gifty ought to feel and act as if he was a field in which a seed was planted that others might gather the harvest**
FREDERIC LEIGHTON.
August 1852.
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EARLY PORTRAIT OF LORD LEIGHTON
From the Painting by G« F« Watts (Photogravure)
By permission of the Hon* Lady Leighton^Warren and Sir Bryan Leighton, Bart*
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TO ALL WHO HOLD DEAR THE MEMORY OF FREDERIC LEIGHTON THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBED WITH THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGIES FOR ITS VERY MANY SHORTCOMINGS
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PREFACE
Ten years and more have passed since Leighton died, yet it is still difficult to get sufficiently far away, to take in the whole of his life and being in their just proportion to the world in which he lived.
When we are in Rome, hemmed in by narrow streets, St Peter's is invisible ; once across that wonderful Cam- pagna and mounting the slopes of Frascati, there, like a huge pearl gleaming in the light, rises the dome of the Mother Church. As distance gives the true relation between a lofty building and its suburbs, so time alone can decide the height of the pedestal on which to place the great.
The day after Leighton's death Watts wrote to me : —
•*. . . The loss to the world is so great that I almost feel ashamed to let my personal grief have so large a place.
•*I am glad you knew him so well. I am glad for any one who knew him. No one will ever know such another, alas ! alas I alas !
"I am glad you have enjoyed the friendship of one of the greatest men of any time."
This is the estimate of a great artist who knew Leighton for forty years, and for many of those years enjoyed daily intercourse with him.
A few like Watts required no length of time before forming a right estimate of Leighton. They not only knew him to be great, but knew why he was great Undoubtedly
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as a draughtsman Leighton was unrivalled; but bearing in mind his English contemporaries — Watts, Millais, Holman Hunt, Rossetti, and Burne-Jones — it is not as a painter that even his truest friends would claim for him his right to the exceptional position he undoubtedly occupied.
What was it that gave Leighton this position? He himself was the very last to claim it as a right. His creed and his practice were ever to fight against the weaknesses of his nature rather than to rejoice in its strength. For assuredly, however strong the intellect, beautiful the character, brilliant the vitality, and fine the intuitive instincts, a man may yet have within his nature foibles in common with the herd. The difference is, that in the truly great the un- worthier side of nature is viewed as unworthy — is fought against and banished like the plague.
"A good man is wise, not because all his desires are wise, but because his reasonable soul masters unwise desires and is itself wise.
"He is courageous, because he knows when to fight, and does so under control of reason.
" He is temperate, because his pluck and his desires unite in giving the first place to the reasonable soul; and finally, he is just, because each principle is in its place and stops there."
In a letter to his mother when he was twenty -three Leighton wrote : " I feel I have of my nature a very fair share of the hateful worldly weakness of my country people ; " adding, "Still, I have found no sufficiently great advantage or compensation for the tedium of going out." Again, three years later, after describing to his sister the delight he felt in the beauty he found in Algiers, he wrote : ** And yet what I have said of my feelings, though literally true, does not give you an exactly true notion; for, together
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with, and as it were behind, so much pleasurable emotion, there is always that other strange second man in me, calm, observant, critical, unmoved, blasd— odious !
"He is a shadow that walks with me, a sort of nineteenth-century canker of doubt and discretion ; it's very, very seldom that I forget his loathsome presence. What cheering things I find to say!"
Doubtless Leighton had within him the possibilities of becoming a worldling, and also of becoming a cynic. He overrode and banished the first as despicable, the second as hideous.
But it is not in the wisdom that — Socrates-like — steered his life by reason, that we find the adequate answer to the question, "Why was Leighton the prominent entity he was?" Diverse as were his natural gifts and his power of achievement on various lines, he differed radically from that modern development — the all-round man, who has no concentrated fire as a centre to illumine his life, but de- velops all his capacities so that they shall shine forth equally on certain high levels. From childhood Leighton had one overriding passion, and from this sprang the will-force and vitality which throughout his life succeeded in bringing his intentions to fruition. Whatsoever his hand found worthy to do at all, he did with the whole might of his great nature. Still even that would not adequately answer the question. His greatness truly lay in the fact that the choice he made of what was worth doing was never limited by personal interests. He impelled the force of his powers for the welfare of others, and for the causes beneficial to others, as much or more than to those matters which concerned him- self alone. Hence his true greatness and his great fame — for iEschylus is right: "The good will prevail."
A sense of duty — "the keenest possible sense of it,"
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to use Mr. Briton Riviere's words — which was the keynote of all Leighton s actions, was impelled in the first instance by a feeling of gratitude for the joy with which beauty in nature and art had steeped his being from a child ; a deep well of happiness, a constant companion, ever springing up in his heart, which he craved that others should share with him. This happiness gave sweetness to his life, lovableness to his character, irresistible power to his control. Leighton*s was truly a life of praise and gratitude for the joys nature had bestowed on him. He had a pleasant way of making the truth prevail. The description by Marcus Aurelius of his ''third man" applies well to the character of Leighton.
"One man, when he has done a service to another, is ready to set it down to his account as a favour conferred. Another is not ready to do this, but still in his own mind he thinks of the man as his debtor, and he knows what he has done. A third in a manner does not even know what he has done, but he is like a vine which has produced grapes, and seeks for nothing more after it has once produced its proper fruit. As a horse when he has run, a dog when he has tracked the game, a bee when it has made the honey, so a man, when he has done a good act, does not call out for others to come and see, but he goes on to another act, as a vine goes on to produce again the grapes in season."
Leighton*s work in every direction was complete work, because his mind grasped completely the proportion and aspect of everything he undertook. His inborn affection for, and sympathy with, his fellow-creatures impelled him to feel that the area of self-interest, however gifted that self might be, was too restricted for him to find full completeness therein. This could only be attained by working with and for others. Such feelings and doctrines are common in religious and philanthropic men ; but in the ego of the modern artist there
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is generally something which seems to demand a concentra- tion of attention on his own ego in order to develop his gifts as an artist. The attitude of Leighton towards his own work, and towards that of others, was essentially contrary to this concentration.
In his letters to his mother, and to his master, Eduard von Steinle, are found the bases on which the superstructure of his after career rested, the underpinning of that monumental feature of the Victorian era— namely, in unflagging industry, in ever striving to make his life worthy of the beauty and dignity of his vocation as an artist, and in ever endeavouring to make his work an adequate exponent of " the mysterious treasure that was laid up in his heart " : his passion for beauty.
In my attempt to write Leigh ton's life I have purposely devoted more space to the earlier than to the later years of his career as an artist. With an artist more than with others is it specially true that the boy is father to the man ; and if Leighton's example is in any way to benefit students of art, the early struggles, the failures, more even than the successes, will teach the lesson that there is no .short cut on the road which has to be travelled even by the most gifted From the family letters and those to his master, which are, with a few exceptions, given in full, it will also be seen that, however high was the pedestal on which Leighton placed his mistress Art, he felt keenly likewise the beauty of his family relationships, and a deep, grateful affection for the master who had given him his start on the road to fame.
If this endeavour to present a true picture of Leighton the man has any value, it is owing mainly to the fact that Mrs. Matthews has placed at my disposal the family and other letters in her possession, — an act which demands the thanks of all those who are interested in the fame of her* brother.
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I also wish to acknowledge with gratitude the considerate kindness of several of Leighton's friends in contributing "notes" and letters, which are of true value in bringing before the public a right view of the man and of the artist First and foremost among these contributors must be placed Dr. von Steinle, son of Professor Eduard von Steinle of Frankfort-on-Main, the beloved master to whom Leighton in 1879 referred as ''the indelible seal,'' when writing of those who had influenced him most for good. The first letter of the correspondence which was carried on between the master and pupil, and preserved preciously by each, is dated August 31, 1852, the last 1883. Only second in interest to this correspondence, which discloses Leighton's intimate feelings and aspirations as an artist, are the notes supplied by Mr. Briton Riviere, R.A. — notes which could only have been written by one whose own nature in many ways was closely attuned to that of Leighton's, and which give the intimate aspect of Leighton as an official. *' It would be difficult for any one," writes Mr. Briton Riviere, "to give in a short space any adequate account of a character so full and com- plex as Leighton's." And indeed it would require a great deal more than two volumes even to touch on all the events of this eventful life, which might further illustrate Leighton's character; but Mr. Briton Riviere has noted certain salient characteristics of his friend with a sympathy, and a fine touch, which I think will prove of very rare interest in this record. The tribute to Leighton of Mr. Hamo Thornycroft, R.A. (from a sculptor's point of view), carries great weight, and gives also, as does that of another old comrade in the Artists Volunteer Corps, an appreciative account of Leighton as the soldier. To these, to Lady Loch, the Hon. Mrs. Alfred Sartoris, Sir William Rich- mond, R.A., Mr. Walter Crane, Mr. Alfred East, P.R.B.A.,
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I offer my thanks for so kindly contributing notes which help to solve the problems presented by "a character so full and so complex." For courteous permission to publish letters I wish to express my thanks to Alice, Countess of Strafford, the executor of Mr. Henry Greville, who was one of, if not the most intimate of the friends who loved Leighton ; the Hon. Mrs. Leigh, Mrs. Fanny Kemble s daughter and executor; the Right Hon. Sir Charles Dilke, executor of Mrs. Mark Pattison (afterwards Lady Dilke) ; the Right Hon. John Morley, Dr. von Steinle, Mr. John Hanson Walker, Mr. Cartwright, Mr. Robert Barrett Browning, Pro- fessor Church, Mr. T. C. Horsfall, and Mrs. Street, daughter of the late Mr. Henry Wells, R. A. ; the executor of George Eliot, Mrs. Charles Lewes; and the executors of John Ruskin. There are many other letters and notes of interest which have been preserved by Mrs. Matthews, but which cannot be inserted for want of space. Among these are affectionate notes from Joachim, Burne- Jones, Hebert, Robert Fleury, Meissonier, Chrome, TuUio Massarani ; also friendly letters from Cardinal Manning, Viscount Wolseley, Sarah Bernhardt, John Tyndall, Froude, Anthony Trollope, Sir John Gilbert, Lady Water- ford, and Lord Strangford. A number of letters exist from members of the Royal Family to Leighton, all evincing alike admiration for the artist and an affectionate appreciation of the man.
In these pages there will be found a repetition of several sentences. This is intentional. Watts would often remark, "A really wise and true saying can't be repeated too often " ; and in Leighton s letters are several tallying with this description, which it would be a pity to detach from their own context, and yet which are also required elsewhere to enforce the argument.
As regards the kindness shown in allowing reproductions
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of pictures, I have to tender my loyal gratitude to the Queen for the gracious loan of the picture presented to her Majesty by Leighton ; also to the Prince of Wales for allowing the " Head of a Girl," given to his Royal Highness as a wedding present by the artist, to be repro- duced in these pages.
Other owners of pictures to whom I proffer also my warm thanks are Lord Armstrong, Lord Pirrie, the Rt. Hon. Joseph Chamberlain, the Hon. Lady Leighton Warren, Sir Bryan Leighton, the Hon. Mrs. Sartoris, Sir Elliot Lees, Sir Alexander Henderson, Mr. E. and Miss TAnson, Mr. S. Pepys Cockerell, Mr. T. Blake Wirgman, Mrs. Stewart Hodgson, Mr. Hanson Walker, Mrs. Henry Joachim, Mrs. Stephenson Clarke, Mrs. C. E. Lees, Mrs. James Watney, Mr. Hodges, Mrs. Charles Lewes, Mr. H. S. Mendelssohn, Mr. Phillipson, and Dr. von Steinle*
Also to the Fine Art Society, the Berlin Photographic Co., Messrs. Agnew & Son, Messrs. P. & D. Colnaghi, Messrs. Henry Graves, Messrs. Lefevre, Messrs. Smith, Elder, & Co., and the directors of the Leicester Galleries.
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PAGE
INTRODUCTION I
CHAPTER I ANTECEDENTS AND SCHOOL DAYS, 1830-1852 34
CHAPTER n ROME, 1852-1855 91
CHAPTER HI PENCIL DRAWINGS OF PLANTS AND FLOWERS, 1850-1860 . . 197
CHAPTER IV WATTS— SUCCESS-FAILURE, 1855-1856 222
CHAPTER V FRIENDS 250
CHAPTER VI
STEINLE AND ITALY AGAIN— FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THE
EAST, 1856-1858 278
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VOLUME I
1. Design for Reverse of the Jubilee Medallion . Cover
Executed far Her Majesty Queen Victorians Gcvernment, 1887.
2. Crown of Bay Leaves „
From Drawing made by Lord Leighton at the Bagni de Lttcca, 1854.
3. Portrait of Lord Leighton by G. F. Watts, about 1863 "j j.^ ^^^^
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By kind permission of the Hon. Lady Leighton-Warren and Sir f Dedication Bryan Leighton, Bart. {Photogravure)
4. Head of Young Girl To face page i
By the gracious permission ^Her Majesty the Queen.
5. Portraits of Lord Leighton's Father and Mother
when Young „ „ 17
From Miniatures,
6. Early Painting of Boy Saving a Baby from the
Clutches of an Eagle (Colour) „ ,,19
7. Portrait of Professor Eduard von Steinle . . . „ „ 27
By kind permission of his Son, Doctor VON Stbinle.
8. Portrait of Mrs. Sartoris, 1856 „ ,,28
9. Crypt under St. Paul's Cathedral where Barry, Sir
Joshua Reynolds, Turner, and Lord Leighton were
Buried >, ^ 33
lo. Portraits of Lord Leighton and his Younger Sister,
Mrs. Matthews „ „ 37
Drawn by him when a boy,
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11. Early Comic Drawing made in Frankfurt To face page 43
By kind permisnon ofyit. JOHN Hanson Walker.
12. Portrait of Mr. TAnson, Lord Leighton's Great-uncle,
1850 „ „ 48
By kind permission o/Mr. E. and Miss T Anson.
13. The Death of Brunelleschi, 185 i „ » S5
By kind permission ^Doctor VON Steinle.
14. The Plague in Florence, 1851 » »> S^
15. Studies of Branches of Fig and Bramble . . . „ „ 69
Leighton House Collection.
16. Study of Byzantine Well Head, Venice, 1852 . . . „ „ 81
By kind permissum of Mr, S. Pepys Cockerelu
17. From Pencil Drawing of Model, Rome, 1853. "Costume
Di Procida" », » 98
Leighton House Collection,
18. Head of Model used for Figure in Cimabue's Madonna,
erroneously stated to have been the Portrait of
Lord Leighton, 1853 „ ,,112
Leighton House Collection.
19. Sketch of Subiaco, 1853 ,, „ 116
Leighton House Collection,
20. Head of Vincenzo, 1854 „ ,,152
Leighton House Collection,
21. Copy in Pencil of the Portraits of Giotto, Cimabue,
Memmi, and Taddeo Gaddi „ ,,138
From the Capella Spagniola, Sta, Maria Novella, Florence, 1853. Leighton House Collection,
22. Study of Woman's Head for Figure at the Window—
Cimabue's Madonna, 1854 (Photogravure) . , . „ „ 145 Leighton House Collection.
23. Original Sketch in Pencil and Chinese White for
Cimabue's Madonna, 1853 „ „ 149
Leighton House Collection.
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24. CiMABUE's Madonna, 1855 To face page 193
By kind permission of the FINE Ajlt Society.
25. Facsimile or Letter from Sir Charles Eastlake,
ANNOUNCING THAT QUEEN VICTORIA HAD PURCHASED
CiMABUE's Madonna, May 3, 1855 » « i94
26. Study of Cyclamen, 1856 „ „ 200
Leighton House Collection,
27. Wreath of Bay Leaves, 1854 „ ,,201
Leighton House Collection,
28. Study of a Lemon Tree— Capri, 1859 „ „ 202
By kind permission ofMt. S. Pepys Cockbkell.
29. Study of Branches of a Deciduous Tree • • . „ „ 202
Leighton House Collection,
30. Early Studies of Kalmia latifolia, Oleander, and
Rhododendron Flowers „ ,1 205
Leighton House Collection,
31. Studies of Pumpkin Flowers » « 206
Leighton House Collection.
32. Study of Vine, 1854— Bagni di Lucca ....„„ 206
LeighUm House Collection,
33. Studies of Vine Leaves, " Bellosguardo," Sept. 1856 „ „ 207
Leighton House Collection,
34. "Ariadne Abandoned by Theseus— Death Releases
HER." 1868 {Photogravure) „ ,,211
By kind permission ^Lord Pirrie.
35. "Elisha Raising the Son of the Shunammite," 1881 . „ ,,211
{Photogroamre)
36. "DiEDALUS AND ICARUS," 1 869 {Photogravure) . . „ ,,211
By kind permission of Sit Alexander Henderson, Bart.
37. "Captive Andromache," 1888 {Photogravure) . . „ ,,213
By kind permission of the Berlin Photographic Co.
38. Study in Oils for "Captive Andromache" {Colour) . „ ,,213
By kind permission of Mrs. Stewart Hodgson
39. "Weaving the Wreath," 1873 „ ,,214
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40. " Winding THE Skein " To face page 2\^
By kind permission oftheTiYiB. Art Society.
41. "The Music Lesson," 1877 „ „ 214
By kind permission of the Fine Art Society.
42. Studies of Sea Thistle, Malinmore „ „ 218
From Sketch Book, 1895.
43. Studies of Sea Thistle, Malinmore „ ,,218
From Sketch Book, 1895.
44. "Return of Persephone" {Photogravure) . . „ ,,221
Corporation of Leeds,
45. Study in Oils for "Return of Persephone" {Colour) . „ „ 221
By kind permission o/Mrs. Stewart Hodgson
46. From Decorative Painting on Gold Background of
Cupid with Doves „ „ 223
47. "Idyll," 1881 {Photogravure) „ „ 229
48. Portrait of Miss Mabel Mills, 1877 „ „ 229
49. "Venus Disrobing for the Bath," 1867 . . . „ „ 230
Figures for Ceiling for a Music Room,
50. Phryne at Eleusis, 1882 „ „ 230
51. Portrait of Mrs. Adelaide Sartoris, drawn for her
Friend, Lady Bloomfield, 1867 ,» « 233
By kind permission of the Hod. Mrs. Sartoris.
52. STtjDY FOR Portion of Frieze, "Music" (not carried
out in final design). 1883 11 „ 234
Leighton House Collection,
53. From Sketch in Water Colour for Tableaux Vivants,
"The Echoes OF Hellas" {Colour) • . • • „ „ 241
Leighton House Collection,
54. Study from Mr. John Hanson Walker, when a boy,
FOR " Lieder ohne Worte," i86o „ „ 251
Leighton Home Collection,
55. Portrait of Mrs. John Hanson Walker, Painted as
a Wedding Present to her Husband, 1867 {Colour) , „ „ 273 By kind permission ofMu Walker.
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56. Figures for Ceiling for Music Room, previous to
THE Drapery being added, 1886 . . . To face page 276
57. Original Sketch in Charcoal of Dancing Figures for
THE SAME, 1886 „ „ 276
Liighton House ColUdum,
58. Water Colour Drawing of the Ca' d^Oro, Venice . „ „ 285
{Colour)
59. View in Algiers (Colour) « w 299
60. View in Algiers (Colour) m i> 301
61. Sketch for '* Salome, the Daughter of Herodias," 1857 „ n y^
Leightim House CoUectwn,
62. Sixteen Scenes in Florence — Illustrations to
"Romola" Beginning page 310
By kind permission o/M.rs. Charles Lbwbs.
1. Blind Scholar and Daughter.
2. "Suppose You let me look at Myself;" Nello's Shop.
5. "The First Key."
6. Peasants' Fair,
7. The Dying Message.
8. Florentine Joke.
9. The Escaped Prisoner. la NiccoLO AT Work.
II. "You didn't Think."
13. " Father, I will be Guided."
15. The Visible Madonna.
16. Dangerous Colleagues.
17. " MONNA Brigida."
18. " But You will Help."
20. "Drifting."
21. "Will his Eyes Open?"
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influence as an official was never deadened by theoretic red- tapeism, nor by secondary or side issues. Leighton ever
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instead of to " Adelaide." „ 296, line 17, for " Couture," read " Couture."
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INTRODUCTION
In i860, when Leighton, at the age of thirty, definitely settled in England, art was alive in two distinctly new directions. Ruskin was writing, the Pre-Raphaelites were painting, and Prince Albert, besides encouraging individual painters and sculptors, had, through his fine taste and the exercise of his patronage in every branch of art, developed an interest in good design as it can be carried out in manufactures and various crafts. Leighton followed the Prince Consort's initiatory lead ; and, by showing the same cultured and catholic zeal in her welfare, was enabled to continue and develop Prince Albert's important work, thereby widening and elevating the whole outlook of art in England.
It has at times been asserted that Leighton was greater as a President of the Royal Academy than he was as a painter. It would be truer, I think, to say that it was because he was so great as an artist in the highest, widest meaning of the word, so sincere a workman, that he stands unrivalled as a President. In a letter to a friend, dated May 1888, ten years after he had been elected President, he wrote, '* I am a work- man first and an official afterwards," and it was, I believe, because he carried into his official duties the true artist's warmth, sincerity, and zeal for his special vocation, that his influence as an official was never deadened by theoretic red- tapeism, nor by secondary or side issues. Leighton ever
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flew straight to the mark^ and the mark he aimed at in his presidential work was ever the highest essential point from the view he also took as an artist. His official duties, carried out with so great an amount of scrupulous conscientiousness, would have gone far to fill the entire life of an ordinary human being ; yet these duties were, to the last, subordinated in his personal existence to his self-imposed duties as a painter and a sculptor.
The words, ** I am a workman first and an official after- wards," epitomise the creed of his life. From earliest child- hood art had cast over Leighton's nature a glamour which made his heart-service to her the great passion of his life. His ** great nature" had in it many sources of stirring interest and of pure delights, which he enjoyed keenly ; but nothing came in sight, so to speak, which ever for a moment seriously challenged a rivalry with the salient ruling passion. His character, as it developed, wound itself round it ; his strongest sense of duty focalised itself in its service ; his ambition ever was more inspired and stimulated by a devotion to the best interests of art than by any purely personal incentive. Leighton was an artist of that true type in whom no influence whatsoever can deter or slacken incessant zeal for work. In the deepest recesses of his nature burnt the unquenchable fire, the plaramount longing to follow in Nature's footsteps, and to create things of beauty. Among the many loyal servants who have dutifully worshipped at the shrine of art, never was there one who more completely devoted the best that was in him to her service.
"Va! your human talk and doings are a tame jest; the only passionate life is in form and colour."^
Leighton's nature may be viewed from three aspects. Though* each aspect is apparently detached from the others, it would be impossible to record a true portrait were the three not kept in view while attempting to draw the picture.
^i George Eliot— " Romola."
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First, there was Leighton, the great man, the public ser- vant, gifted with exceptional powers of intellect and character, who attained the highest social position ever reached by an English artist ; the Leighton the world knew, whose sway was paramount in the many councils and assemblies to which he belonged no less than when fulfilling his duties as President of the Royal Academy, and whose helpfulness and zeal in promoting the extension of a knowledge and appreciation of English art in foreign countries and in the colonies became proverbial. Lady Loch tells of his invaluable help in the efforts she and her husband made to encourage art, while the late Lord Loch was Governor of the Isle of Man, of Victoria, and of Cape Colony. " I feel it would be impossible," she writes, "to convey in a few words what a wonderful friend Frederic Leighton was to my husband from the time he first knew him,^ forty years before Leighton's death, and to myself from the time we married. He was always ready to help us at every turn. Any deserving artist whom we sent to him would be certain to find in him a friend. When we arranged the very small Art Exhibition in the Isle of Man, you could hardly imagine with what energy and thoughtfulness he entered into the matter, impressing upon us all the steps that we ought to take in order to secure its success, even to the details, such as packing and insuring the pictures. He himself sent us pictures for the Exhibition, and guided our judgment in admir- ing and caring for those which were best and most to be valued, with a paternal care and zeal not describable. Again, when we were in Australia, and the g^eat International Centennial Exhibition in Melbourne took place in 1888, Frederic Leighton selected such a good collection of pictures that they simply were the saving of the Exhibition financially — they attracted such continuous crowds of visitors. Subsequently, when an exhibition
1 Lord Loch's cousin, Colonel Sutherland Orr, married Leighton's elder sister in the year 1857.
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of ceramic work was asked for in Melbourne, and Henry Loch wrote to consult his friend, amidst all Frederic Leighton^s important work and duties, he rushed about and secured a most interesting collection of all kinds of china and pottery, which was greatly appreciated by the Australians. Again, in 1892, he formed a Fine Art Committee, consisting of himself, who was appointed Chairman, Sir Charles Mills, Sir Donald Currie, M.P., Mr. W. W. Ouless, R.A., Mr. Colin Hunter, A.R.A., Mr. Frank Walton, and Mr. Prange, to select pictures to send for exhibition at Kimberley. Besides a picture lent by Queen Victoria, at Leighton s request, of the portraits of herself and the royal family by Winterhalter, and four by Leighton, which he lent, the Committee secured 181 pictures^ though not without great difficulty, Leighton told us, because the artists were afraid their works would be injured by the burning sun, the sandstorms, and the rough journey up from the Cape. Owing, however, to Leighton's untiring exertions, a very interesting and successful exhibition took place in this then little known town of our English colony in Africa.*'
On the day Leighton died, Watts, his near neighbour and fellow-workman, in a letter to a friend, wrote that he had enjoyed *'an uninterrupted and affectionate friendship of five-and-forty years" with Leighton. He continues: **No one will ever know such another. A magnificent intellectual capacity, an unerring and instantaneous spring upon the point to unravel, a generosity, a sympathy, a tact, a lovable and sweet reasonableness, yet no weakness. For my own part — and I tell you, life can never be the same to me again — my own grief is merged in the sense I have of the appalling loss to the nation ; it seems to me to be no less." ^ Later,. Watts wished it recorded that Leighton's character was the most beautiful he had ever known. This tribute from the great veteran artist, thirteen years Leighton's senior, but who
1 Quoted in G. F. Watts* " Reminiscences."
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outlived him more than eight years, was echoed far and wide by many at the time of Leighton's death. To his powers and influence, exercised in the Royal Academy as a body and to the members individually, Mr. Briton Riviere, the painter, and Mr. Hamo Thomycroft, the sculptor, give the following appreciative tributes.
Mr. Briton Riviere writes : —
" To begin with, I never really knew him — though we had met several times before — until I began to serve upon the Council with him very soon after his election as President This at once brought us into very intimate relations, and a very few meetings convinced me that his opinions and actions on that body were invariably regelated by a true spirit of absolute justice and fairness to all, and that if he had his own particular art beliefs — which he certainly had, for art was to him almost a religion, and his own particular belief almost a creed — he never allowed it to bias him in the least. Indeed, I have never worked with any one who exhibited a broader or more catholic spirit of tolerance, even sympathy with all schools, however diverse from his own, only demanding honesty and sincerity should be the basis of each kind of work.
** I have always felt that no one, who had heard only his elaborately prepared speeches, knew his real power as a speaker.
"He was a master of time. I do not think he ever failed to keep an appointment almost to the minute. He was seldom much too early, but never too late.
*' He was an ideal president for any institution, and after serving under him for many years, I cannot think of any one faculty which a president should possess, which Leighton wanted."
Mr. Hamo Thornycroft writes: —
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with several other young art students, I went to his studio. He had promised to criticise the designs we had made from Morris' * Life and Death of Jason/ This he did most admirably, it seemed to me, and most sympathetically, devoting considerable time to each ; and I came away encouraged and a sworn devotee of the great man.
'* For the next few years, I had the benefit of his teaching at the Academy Schools, where he was most energetic as a visitor, and took the greatest pains to help the students. He was, moreover, an inspiring master. Besides doing much for the school of sculpture, till then much neglected, he started a custom of giving a certain time to the study of drapery on the living model. His knowledge in this department and his excellent method were a new element in the training in the schools, and soon had a salutary effect upon the work done by the students. His influence, through the Academy Schools, upon the younger generation of sculptors was very great. There can be no doubt whatever that the rapid advance made in the art of sculpture during the last thirty years was to a considerable extent due to the sympathy and the interest which Leighton gave to it.
*' Leighton, as is well known, carefully prepared his im- portant speeches, like many great speakers ; but I never saw him fail, or even hesitate, when called upon to speak un- expectedly. At meetings of the Academy Council or at the general assemblies, his summing up and his weighing of the arguments brought forward by members in course of discussion was always masterly, just and eloquent. He had such a great sense of proportion, and detected what was the essence and the essential part of a speaker's argument."
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artist, the sculptor, Mr. Alfred Gilbert, R.A., on rising to speak, said he felt too much on the occasion to be able to make a speech, adding, " I can only say that all I know, and all the little I have been able to do as a sculptor, I owe to Leighton."
In a letter, dated February 9, 1896, Watts again writes: '* I delighted in shaping a splendid career of incalculable benefit to his (Leighton's) epoch. His abilities, his persuasiveness, the peculiar range of his cultivation, would have fitted him to accompany a delicate embassy, where his efficiency would have been made evident, establishing a right to be entrusted with the like as its head ; I believe something of this and more, if there could be more, was for him in the future. You know, I always looked forward to his seat in the House of Lords. That came about, and I believe the rest was but a question of time. Feeling this, you can understand that my own grief seems to me to be selfish. I am glad you enjoyed the friendship of one of the greatest men of any time."
In the speech which the King, then Prince of Wales, made at the first banquet held after Leighton's death, on May I, 1897, His Majesty referred to the late President in the following words: —
" All of us in the room, and I especially, must miss one whose eloquent voice was so often heard at this banquet — ^a voice, alas! now hushed for ever. It is unnecessary, as it would be almost impertinent in me, to hold forth in praise of the merits and virtues of Lord Leighton. They are known to you all. He has left a great name behind him, and^ he himself will be regretted not only by the great artistic world, but by the whole nation. I myself had the advantage of knowing him for a great number of years — ever since I was a boy — and I need hardly say how deeply I deplore the fact that he can be no more in our midst But his name will be cherished and honoured throughout the country."
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It is not necessary to dwell more lengthily on this salient aspect of Leighton. During his lifetime it was public property, the great name he has left is evidence sufficient to coming generations.
Secondly, as portrayed chiefly by his human qualities, there was the aspect of Leighton as his family and his friends knew him ; the beloved Leighton, the delightful companion, the charming personality, the being whose brilliant vitality brought a mental stimulus into all intercourse with him. The Leighton qui savait vivre perhaps better than did ever any other con- spicuous, overworked servant of the public ; an active, positive influence, radiating strength and sunshine by his presence ; and playing the game — whatever game it was — better than even the experts in special games. In that which perhaps he played best, lay his remarkable social power. Leighton had a deep- rooted and ingenuous sincerity of nature, and never for a moment lost his self-centre ; yet he had the rare gift of un- locking the side most worthy to be unlocked in the nature of his companion of the moment. He had the power of evolving out of most people he met something that was real and of interest. Never giving himself away, he yet managed to meet other individualities on any ground that existed which could by any possibility be made a mutual ground. Though generosity itself in believing the best of every one, and at times entrapped by the wily, anything like flattery was a vice in his eyes. He neither gave himself away, nor induced others to give themselves away while in his company, and would always abstain from obtruding his opinions, modestly withholding judgment where he saw neither a duty nor a distinct reason to pronounce.
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perpetually shifting and urgent claims which, as a public man and a prominent social entity, were being continually forced upon him, the inner entity, the real Leighton, remained to the end a child of nature. No need was there for him to gauge the proportionate merit of the various conflicting in- fluences that played on his complicated life ; his own instinctive preferences clenched the matter indubitably, asserting that the noblest grace and the finest taste lay in the spontaneous and the natural. When Watts wished it recorded that Leighton's nature was the most beautiful he had ever known, he referred, I think, more specially to that lovable, kind-hearted ingenuous- ness and noble simplicity which were its deepest roots, not- withstanding a life of conflicts, ambitions, and unparalleled success. There are among those who most honour and love Leighton's memory, and who felt most keenly his loss, poor and unsuccessful artists and students, of whom the world has never heard, but to whom the great President gave of his very best in advice and sympathy/ He never posed, though he was an adept in catching the atmosphere of a situation,
^ An incident, one out of many that tell of Leighton's hearty, eager helpftdness, happened on one of the evenings at the Academy, after the prizes had been given away. A student was passing through the first room, on his way to the entrance. He looked the picture of dejection and disappointed wretchedness, poorly and shabbily dressed, and slinking away as if he wished to pass out of the place unnoticed. Millais and Leighton, walking arm in arm, came along, pictures of prosperity. Leighton caught sight of the poor, downcast student. Leaving Millais, he darted across the vestibule to him, and, taking the student's arm, drew him back into the first room, and made him sit down on the ottoman beside him. Putting his arm on the top of the ottoman, and resting his head on his hand, Leighton began to talk as he alone could talk ; pouring forth volumes of earnest, rapid utterances, as if everything in the world depended on his words conveying what he wanted them to convey. He went on and on. The shabby figure gradually seemed to pull itself together, and, at last, when they both rose, he seemed to have become another creature. Leighton shook hands with him, and the youth went on his way rejoicing. It is certain that if other help than advice were needed, it was given. But it was the extraordinary zest and vitality which Leighton put into his help which made it unlike any other. He fought every one's cause even better than others fight their own.
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however new and foreign to his usual beat such a situation might be. Scrupulous in his attitude of reverence towards his vocation as an artist, ever most scrupulous to render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar s, the inner core of the nature remained simple and unstained by worldliness.
Then there was the third aspect of Leigh ton, the Leighton at times half-hidden from himself; the yearning, unsatisfied spirit, which, though subject at times to great elevations of delight, at others was also the victim of profound depressions and a sense of loneliness — a state of being born out of that strange, only half-explained region whence proceed all in- tuitive faculties. Such states are referred to occasionally in his letters to his mother, and we find their influence re- corded at intervals in his art. In 1849, on a sketch of Giotto when a boy, are written in the corner the words " Sehnsucht" ; in 1865, there is the David, ** Oh, that I had wings like a dove; for then would I fly away and be at rest"; in 1894, the "Spirit of the Summit" — these are all alike expressions of the home-sickness that yearned for an abiding resting- place not found in the conditions of this world. "Oh, what a disappointing world it is ! *' were words he uttered shortly before his death. In 1894, when at Bayreuth, a friend was congratulating him on his ever fortunate star having even there easily overcome the difficulties of the crowd. Leighton, passing over the immediate question, answered with a striking serious sadness, " I have not ever got what I most wanted in this world."
No mind was ever more explicit to itself in its mental work- ing, than was his with regard to matters which the intellect can investigate and solve. His judgment could never be warped by reason of an insufficient brain apparatus with which to judge himself and others impartially. But Leighton was a great man, beyond being the one who owned "a magnificent intellectual capacity." The qualities he possessed, which made
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him a prominent entity who influenced the interests of the world at large, secured for him a footing on that higher level where human nature breathes a finer, more rarefied atmosphere than that in which the intellect alone disports itself; a level from which can be viewed the just proportion existing between the truly great and the truly little. Selfishness disappears in a nature such as Leighton possessed, when that level is reached. The necessity for self-sacrifice forces itself so peremptorily, that there is no struggle to be gone through in exercising it. For instance — notwithstanding the absorbing nature of his occupations and the intense devotion he felt towards his vocation as an artist, when it was a question of the country needing a reserve force for her army to draw on in case of war — a need which is at this present moment insisted on by Lord Roberts with such zealous earnestness — Leighton at once seized the importance of the question, and, at whatever sacrifice to his own more personal interests, enlisted as a volunteer, and mastered the art and duties of soldiering so completely that many officers in the regular army envied his knowledge and efficiency.
The following is an appreciation by an old comrade in the Artists* Volunteer Corps: —
*'The names of those who first enrolled themselves to form the Artists* Volunteer Corps in i860 is a record of considerable interest in itself, and calls back many re- miniscences connected with art. Leighton joined May 10, i860, and was in a few days given his commission as ensign.
'• Probably the very character of the first recruits tended to prevent that expansion and accession of numbers without which no military body can flourish. Lord Bury, the first commandant, became the Colonel of the Civil Service Rifles ; and whatever attention may have been given to firing and detailed training, the early appearances of the * Artists' in
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public at reviews was, as a rule, as a company or two attached to the Civil Service Rifle Corps.
** Events, however, brought a change in the command, and Leighton having, not without hesitation, accepted it, set himself at once to introduce reforms. The Captains, he announced, were to be responsible each for the command and drill of his company. He, to carry out before promotion as Major Commanding a duty which the previous laxity had never required of him, learned the company drill by heart and went through the whole complicated system then existing, on a single evening under trying circumstances in very insufficient space. Reorganisation did not rapidly fill the ranks, and there was much hard work to be done before the Artists* Corps appeared as a completed eight-company battalion, and took its place among the best of the Volunteer Corps of the Metropolis. The personality of the Commander did very much to achieve this result, and Leighton became Lieutenant-Colonel Com- mandant in 1876.
** Next to his duty to his Art and to the Royal Academy, as he was ever careful to say, he esteemed his duty in the Corps. Busy man, with his time mapped out more than most, he was always accessible and ready to give the neces* sary time to those who had access to him on the Corps busi- ness. He never appeared on parade without previous study of the drill to be gone through, while his tact, energy, and personal charm were brought out and used at those social meetings with officers and with men which do so much to build up the tone of a volunteer body.
" Of camps and duties in the tented field he took his part cheerfully. He shared the hardship of the early experience of the detachment at the Dartmoor Manoeuvres, where, camp- ing on the barren hills above the lower level of the mist, the extemporised commissariat followed with difficulty, and the officers consoled themselves for the roughness of their
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fare by the consumption of marmalade, which happened to be supplied in bulk, and had to clean their knives in the sand to make some show for the entertainment of the Brigadier at such dinner as could be had.
** Regarding volunteering so earnestly as he did, the reports of the Inspecting Officers would appear of great importance in Leighton's eyes. On one occasion paragraphs had appeared in the papers about the Corps which probably gave some umbrage to the authorities. The Inspecting Officer kept the battalion an unconscionable time at drill, changed the com- mand, fell out the Staff Sergeants, yet all went well. At length, with Leighton again in command, and a word im- perfectly heard, the square walked outwards in four directions. The confusion was put to rights, and the well - prepared speech from the Inspecting Officer as to the importance of battalion drills, &c., followed. It was quite a pleasure to point out to the distressed Leighton that the whole was manifestly a 'put up thing.'
'*The answer he received on another occasion admitted of no misinterpretation. Riding with the Officer after the inspection, and anxious to know whether in his opinion he was really doing any good work by his volunteering, Leighton asked whether the Officer would be willing to take the battalion he had just inspected under fire, and received the laconic reply, *Yes, sir, hell fire.'
" On Leighton's election as President of the Academy, his twenty-five years active service in the Corps ceased in 1883. All the time that the history of the volunteering of the nineteenth century is known, his name will be associated with the Artists' Corps to the honour of both."
Mr. Hamo Thornycroft, R.A., also adds his tribute in the following lines : —
" I should think that few Commanding Officers of Volun- teer Regiments could surpass Colonel Leighton in efficiency.
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His wonderful knowledge of infantry drill, and the decision with which he gave the word of command, made it very easy for the men in the ranks to obey him ; and the quickness of eye with which he detected an error in any movement frequently saved confusion in the ranks on a field day. The Artists' Corps soon became one of the smartest in London. I well remember how efficiently he commanded the Volunteer Battalion in the Army Manoeuvres on Dartmoor in 1876, when for a fortnight of almost continuous rain on that wild moorland he kept us all happy and full of respect for him by his fine soldierly example. His thoroughness and kind- ness were constant. After a soaking wet night he would come down the line of tents in the early morning dis- tributing some unheard-of luxury, such as a couple of new- laid eggs to each man, which he had managed to have sent from some outlying village."
Besides the obvious results of a complex and astonishingly comprehensive nature, there were also phases in Leighton's life which were the outcome on that side of his being half hidden to himself.
Most of us have dual natures, not only in the sense that good and bad reside within us simultaneously, but we have also a less definable duality of nature ; nature's original creature being one thing, and the creature developed by the conditions it meets with in its journey through life, another. Each acts and reacts on the other. We meet the conditions forced upon us in life from the point of our own individualities. On the other hand, the original creature gets twisted by circumstances and the influence of other personalities, and becomes partially altered into a different person. This backwards and forwards swaying of the influence of nature and circumstances helps to make life the intricate business it is. In the case of highly gifted human beings there seem to be further complications, arising chiefly, perhaps, from the fact that these form so small
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a minority. Very subtle and undefinable is the effect of such gifts on the character and nature of those possessing them, for nature herself maintains a kind of secrecy and endows her favoured ones with but a half consciousness in respect of them. She gives to the artist and to the poet the something, unshared with the ordinary mortal, which controls the inner core of his being, and which is another quantity to be allowed for in his contact with his fellows. It initiates his most passionate, peremptory conditions of temperament, yet it remains partially veiled to himself, in so far that he cannot explain it, nor give it its right place, any more than the lover can explain the glamour which is spread over life by an overpowering first love. When Plato classes the souls of the philosopher, the artist, the musician, and the lover together* as having been bom to see most of truth, he recognises the same inspired instinctive quality in the artist as in the lover. In the artist is linked, as part of its separateness from the rest of the com- munity, the inseparable shyness of the lover. Anything is better than to expose the sacred, indescribable treasure to the indifferent stare of the uninitiated. We find every sort of ruse adopted by lovers and artists to avoid being forced into explicitness on so tender, so intimate a passion ; so convincing to its possessor, so impossible of full explanation to those who possess it not The necessity to give it a clear outline is only forced when a danger arises of the lover being robbed of his mistress, the artist of his vocation ; then the will, propelled by
1 In Plato's "Phaedrus," Socrates says: "The soul, which has seen most of trouble, shall come to the birth as a philosopher, or artist, or musician, or lover ; that which has seen truth in the second degree, shall be a righteous king, or warrior, or lord ; the soul which is of the third class, shall be a politician, or economist, or trader ; the fourth, shall be a lover of gymnastic toils, or a physician ; the fifth, a prophet, or hierophant; to the sixth, a poet or imitator will be 'appropriate'; to the seventh, the life of an artisan, or husbandman ; to the eighth, that of a sophist, or demagogue ; to the ninth, that of a tyrant ; all these are states of probation, in which he who lives righteously, improves, and he who lives unrighteously, deteriorates his lot."
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the all-conquering love, asserts itself, and difficulties have to succumb before it.
Such was the result of opposition in Leigh ton's case. From early childhood he was known to care for nothing so much as for drawing, and his talent attracted notice and pleased his family, every encouragement being given him by his parents in his studies. It was only when, as a boy of twelve, he viewed art as the serious work of his future life, and when this view was met by the authorities as one not to be encouraged, that the strong passion of his nature asserted its rights. Clearly in opposition are planted the firmest roots of those inevitable developments which make the great of the world great In Leighton was nurtured that sense of responsibility towards his vocation, so salient a characteristic throughout his career, partly by his father's attitude towards the worship of his nature for beauty and for her exponent art. To prove that his self-chosen labour was no mere play work, no mere avoiding the hard work of life and the duller paths of service generally recognised only as of serious use to mankind, for a game which was a mere pleasure, was a strong additional incentive to Leightons own high aspirations, inspiring him yet more to treat the development of his gifts as a moral responsibility. He considered it almost in the light of a debt owing to those to whom he was attached by strong family affection, that he should prove good his cause. Though he fought and overcame, having once won his point, he did his utmost to satisfy his father's ambition for him, and to be ** eminent"
On August 5, 1879, he wrote to Mrs. Mark Pattison, who was compiling notes for an article on his life : '* My father, of his own impulse, sat down to write a few jottings, which I cannot resist sending you, because I was touched at the thought in this kind old man of eighty. He^ by the way, is a fine scholar, and was, at his best, a man of exceptional
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intellectual powers. My desire to be an artist dates as far back as my memory, and was wholly spontaneous, or rather unprompted. My parents surrounded me with every facility to learn drawing, but, as I have told you, strongfy discoun- tenanced the idea of my being an artist unless I could be eminent in art.**
Still — though to excel was Leighton's aim, in order to satisfy his father's and also his own ambition — within the hidden recesses of that aim lay the reverent, more single- hearted worship for his mistress Art — seldom unveiled, it would seem, when with his father, to whose purely intellectual and philosophical attitude of mind it would not have appealed. Those alone possessed the key to that inner sanctuary who did not need the key ; who wanted no introduction, and were not merely sympathisers, but native inhabitants. There is a freemasonry between the inmates of these places remote from the world's usual habitations, and these, naturally, have a horror of vaunting the possession of a sacred ground to the outsider, the uninitiated. Many of Leighton's most intimate acquaintances gathered no clue, through their knowledge of him, of the existence of the secluded spot Dr. Leighton's influence, however, non-artistic as was his nature, stimulated his son's natural mental elasticity, encouraging a comprehen- sive and unprejudiced view of life and people, a view which marked Leighton's undertakings with a stamp of nobility and distinction throughout his career. Yet further — the intellectual training he received in youth probably enlarged, in some respects, the areas of the sacred sanctuary itself, enabling Leighton, when he was the servant of the public and pos- sessing wide influence and patronage, not only to exercise power with the qualities which spring from a high intellectual development, but to mellow with wisdom the guidance of the yet higher sympathies of the heart, when helping those stagger- ing along the road which he himself had travelled over with
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such success. To many, however, especially to those possess- ing the artistic temperament, it must always remain, to say the least, a questionable advantage to a student of art that his intellectual faculties should be forced forward at the expense of the development of his more emotional and ingenuous instincts, at the age when sensitiveness to receive impres- sions is keenest, and when such impressions have the most lasting power in moulding the future tendencies of his nature. Certainly the effects of a development of critical and ana- lytical faculties is apt to prove a damper to those ecstasies of enthusiasm which inspire the most convincing concep- tions in art. When first starting and facing seriously his independent career alone, Leighton writes to his mother : ** I wish that I had a mind, simple and unconscious as a child." Again, writing to his elder sister from Algiers in 1857, after describing the delightful impression produced by a first visit to an Eastern country, he adds : ** And yet what I have said of my feelings, though literally true, does not give you an exactly true notion, for together with, and as it were behind, so much pleasurable emotion, there is always that other strange second man in me, calm, ob- servant, critical, unmoved, blas6 — odious! He is a shadow that walks with me, a sort of nineteenth - century canker of doubt and dissection ; it's very, very seldom that I forget his loathsome presence. What cheering things I find to say ! "
Allied to the third, more intimate aspect of his nature were phases in Leighton's feelings when heart would seem to con- quer head. He would at times indulge in what might almost be designated as a self-imposed blindness, when he would allow of no criticism by himself or others of the cause or person in question. An enthusiastic, unselfish devotion, a sense of chivalry or pity, would override his normally clear-sighted, intellectual acumen. Having set his belief and admiration
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to one tune, faithful loyalty — and maybe a certain amount of obstinacy — would bind him fast in an adherence to the same.
Belonging also to the intuitive, more emotional side of his nature, was the curiously strong influence places exer- cised over him, certain localities affecting him and exciting his sympathies with a strong power.
In 1857 he wrote to his elder sister : *' If I am as faithful to my wife as I am to the places I love, I shall do very well ! "
In order to seize fully Leighton's complete individuality, an understanding of Italy, his " second home," is perhaps neces- sary— a conception of the nature of the unsophisticated Italian life which fascinated him so greatly when as yet no invasion had been made of cosmopolitan, so-called civilisation. As a magnet, Italy drew Leighton to her.^ Under the influence of her radiant beauty, breathing such a life of charm and colour beneath sunlit skies, he felt the sources of happiness in his own nature expand and his powers ripen. In the fertility of her soil, the vitality of her people, the superb quality of her art — fine and gracious in its perfection, and distributed
* He wrote to his sister in 1857 from Algiers : " I shall spend my next winter in my dear, dear old Rome, to which I am attached beyond measure ; indeed, Italy altogether has a hold on my heart that no other country ever can have (except, of course, my own), and although, as I just now said, I was most delighted with Africa, and have not a moment to look back to that was not agreeable, yet there is an intimate little comer in my affections into which it could never penetrate." And later he wrote in a letter to his mother : " I have so often been to Italy, and so often written to you from thence, that it seems quite a platitude to tell you how much I enjoy it, and what a keen delight I felt again this time when I once more trod the soil of this wonderful country ; indeed, by the time you get this you will already yourself be in full enjoyment of its pleasures, and though naturally you cannot feel one tittle of my attachment and yearning affection for it, yet you will have all the physical delights of sun and serene skies and a good share of the wonder and ad- miration at the inexhaustible natural beauties of this garden of the world. I came through Switzerland this time, but as quick as a shot, as I was in a hurry to get home to Italy."
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generously throughout the length and breadth of her land — he experienced influences which intensified his emotions and vivified his imagination. The child-like charm of her people, so spontaneously happy, enjoying the ease and assurance of nature's own aristocracy, because enjoying nature's generous gifts with unabashed fulness of sensation, in whom are non- existent those sensibilities which create self-consciousness, restraint, and an absence of self-confidence, aroused in Leighton an interest deeper than mere pleasure. It was to him like the joy of a yearning satisfied, as of those who, having had their lot cast for years with aliens and foreigners, find themselves again with their own kith and kin, surrounded by the native atmosphere which had lent such enchantment to childhood. Again and again he returned to Italy to be made happy, to be revived, to be strengthened by her. Her influence became kneaded into his very being, not only nourishing his sense of beauty and rendering more complete the artist nature within him, but touching the sources from which his artist temperament sprang, inspiring his very personality and chang- ing it into one which was certainly not typically English. His rapid utterance, his picturesque gesture, his very appearance,, were not emphatically English.^
Certain Englishmen who knew Leighton but slightly felt out of sympathy with him for this reason, experiencing a difficulty in recognising him as one of themselves. It was, however, only on the surface that a difference existed. Once intimate with Leighton, he was ever found to be au fond English of the English. After the age of thirty it was in England Leighton fought the serious battle of life — Italy was but the playground, though a playground of such fascination
^ Du Maurier, who took much interest in tracing indications of various racial distinctions in the remarkable people of his time, was troubled on this point He was convinced that in Leighton existed indications of foreign or Jewish blood, but was quite unable to discover any facts in support of this theory.
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.to him that the glamour of it was spread over the working hours no less than over the holidays. In these days we have to go into the smaller towns and villages to discover the typical Italian characteristics; but when Leighton, as a child, was taken from the gloom of Bloomsbury to this, to him a magic world, — syndicates, building - companies, tram- ways, and modern things generally, had not as yet invaded either Rome or Florence. When grown up and master of his own actions, he wandered into unsophisticated haunts — villages and towns oflf the beaten tracks, where with abnormal facility he learned the distinctive pdtois of every district, listening with delight to local folk-songs, and watching the peasants and the aborigines of the soil. In early sketch-books we find records of visits to Albano, Tivoli, Cervaro, Subiaco, San Giuminiano, and to even smaller and less known villages in Tuscany and Veneziano, where he enjoyed the unalloyed flavour of Italy and her people. Those who pay only flying visits to the country after they are grown up would find a difficulty perhaps in realising what Italy was to Leighton ; but any one visiting for a few weeks even such a well-known place as Albano, without other preoccupation than to watch the natives and wander in the beautiful scenery to the sound of the many flowing fountains, could still catch something of the true national spirit which fascinated him so greatly. The typical Britisher might regard the ways of these natives of the Proznncta di Roma as irrational, idle, semi-savage. Doubt- less the streets and piazzas abound in noisy inhabitants, gesticulating with wild dramatic fervour, who appear to have otherwise little to do in life but to loiter and " look on " ; sociable groups of women sit round the doorways knitting ; but it is the talk, accompanied by excited action, which is engrossing them. Charmingly pretty children are play- ing everywhere — idle, troublesome, but so happy ! To the
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accompanying sound of running waters, — night and day,— cries, yells, and songs ring out through the ancient little town/ High up on the side of the mountains it overlooks the Roman Campagna, the tragic strangeness of those land-waves rolling away, flattened and stretched out, for miles and miles, under the dome of light and shadowing cloud, a network of bright gleams and violet lakelets, to the far-off brilliant shine on the sea limit.^ This noise, dramatic action, gesticu- lation, all ending apparently in nothing in particular, but filling the little town with such amazing vitality — what is it all about? The typical Englishman does not know — does not care to know, despising the whole thing as beneath his notice. But Leighton knew well what it meant. From experiences in his own nature he realised that it was but an innocent outlet, through voice and gesture, of an excitement resulting from an imperative dramatic instinct, a vital force in the emotional nature of the Italian. He recognised the necessity for such an outlet in such temperaments through his sympathy with the glad exuberance of physical vitality enjoyed in this sunlit land ; anti-puritan though it may be, this exuberance is none the less pure and innocent.
The holy Saint Francis in his ecstasies of spiritual illu- mination would, it is said, break out into song from the natural impulse to find an outlet and to throw off the excess of excitement, that thrilled through his being.*
^ Leighton wrote in a letter to his sister from Algiers of the strange sounds which the Moors emit, adding : " Much the same sort of thing is noticeable in the peasants near Rome, whose songs consist (within a definite shape) of long-sustained chest notes that are peculiar in the extreme, and though often harsh, seem to be wonderfiilly in harmony with the long unbroken lines of the Campagna."
* On December i, 1856, Leighton writes to Steinle : " My Italian journey afforded me in every way the greatest pleasure and edification, and I seem now for the first time to have grasped the greatness of the Campagna and the giant loftiness of Michael Angelo.''
' '^ Apr^ de pareilles Amotions, il avait besoin d'etre seul, de savourer sa joie, de chanter sa liberty d^finitivement conquise, sur tous les sentiers le long desquels il avait tant g^mi, tant lutt^.
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Leighton knew that to suppress the vitality which needs such an outlet was to minimise the forces necessary for life's best work. He himself, in the working of his mind, was pos- sessed of a magnificent facility — a facility which left the strength of his emotions fresh and free, to enjoy the ecstasies of admira- tion and delight which the choice gifts of nature and art had given him ; but there are many among modern men and women, taught by much reading, who overweight their physical vitality in the effort to develop intellect and to for- ward self-interest, till all simple physical enjoyment is lost, and the natural man becomes repressed into a mental machine incapable of any spontaneous emotions of joy, and blunt to the fine aroma of life's keen and pure pleasures —
"My nature is subdued to what it works in."
To Leighton the simple joyous child of nature, in the form of the unsophisticated Italian, was a preferable being. To the end of his life he retained much of the child in his own nature, and had ever an inborn sympathy with the love for children so evident everywhere in unspoilt Italy ; for the gracious caressing of them by the poorest of the poor— old men in the veriest tatters and rags showing a complete and beautiful sub- mission to the dominating charms of babyhood.
The memory of the hideous, gruesome stories of baby- farming in England strikes indeed a contrast with the scenes
'Ml ne voulut done pas retourner imm^iatement k Sain-Damien. Sortant de la cit^ par la porte la plus voisine^ il s'enfon^a dans les sentiers deserts qui grimpent sur les fiancs du Mont Subasio. On ^tait aux tout premiers jours du printemps. II y avait encore 9k et \k de grandes fondri^res de neige, mais sous les ardeurs du soleil de mars I'hiver semblait s'avouer vaincu. Au sein de cette barmonie, mystdrieuse et troublante, le coeur de Fran9ois vibrait ddlicieusement, tout son 6tre se calmait et s'exaltait ; I'^me des choses le caressait doucement et lui versait I'apaisement. Un. bonheur inconnu I'envalussait ; pour cdl^rer sa victoire et sa liberty il remplet bient6t toute la fordt du bruit de ses chants.
" Les Motions trop douces ou trop profondes pour pouvoir 6tre exprim6es dans la langue ordinaire, Thonune les chante." — Vte de S, Francois (P Assise^ par Paul SabeUier,
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that abound at every turn in any old, dirty, picturesque Italian village, and assuredly settles the question, Is our English de- velopment of civilisation an unalloyed benefit ?
As a contrast to the definite, explicit German development of his intellectual machinery, Leighton had special sympathy with the emotional spontaneity of the Italian race; also as a contrast to the selective and finely poised conclusions to be worked out in theories of composition learnt from his beloved master Steinle, arose a special admiration for the casual, unpre- meditated, inevitable grace and charm in the manners and gestures of this southern people. What laboured theories so often failed to achieve, nature here was always doing in her most careless moods.
In considering the intimate aspect of Leighton's nature, and the interweaving of the original fabric with the forces developed by the circumstances he encountered, the influence of Italy must assuredly be given a very distinct prominence. From her and her people he acquired courage in the exercise of his intuitive preferences, also a development of that rapid and direct insight so inborn in her children. Like the lizards that dart with such lightning speed across her sun-scorched walls and over the gnarled bark of the weird olive tree, the perceptions of the typical Italian are swift, and fly straight to the mark. In the Italian, however, this vividness of perception is mostly expended in ejaculation and dramatic gesture, which, — subsiding, — leaves a state of indolence and nonchalance, untroubled by any mental exertion. In Leighton the rapidity with which his perceptions seized the core of truth was backed by an intellectual activity of extraordinary power, by which he worked his intuitive sen- sibilities into the interests which guided the solid aims of his life.
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power in a like rare degree. The human beings who achieve most as active workers in the world, are doubtless those in whom can be traced a capacity for making apparently incom- patible forces pull together towards a desired end. Leighton succeeded in allying two distinct developments in his nature ; and by, so to say, putting these into double harness and driving them together, acquired an advantage which few other artists, if any, have possessed since the time of the Greeks.
But, being essentially English as well as Greek-like, Leighton pushed this combination of powers to a moral issue. He held as his creed of creeds that the mission of Art was to act as a lever in the uplifting of the human race, not by going beyond her own domain, but by directing the sense of beauty with which her true priesthood must ever be endowed, in order to eliminate from man his more brutal tendencies, to refine and perfect his insight into nature, and to develop his delight in her perfection. He held that, the stronger the emotional force in an artist, the stronger the sense of responsibility should be ; the more he should seek to express it in a manner which would elevate rather than deprave. In his picture of " Cymon and Iphigenia," Leighton expressed the main dogma of his belief. In sentences towards the end of his second address to the Royal Academy students in the year 1 88 1, he eloquently describes the complex and deep nature of those aesthetic emotions whence spring the Arts : —
** It is not, it cannot be, the foremost duty of Art to seek to embody that which it cannot adequately present, and to enter into a competition in which it is doomed to inevitable defeat.
" On the other hand, there is a field in which she has no rival. We have within us the faculty for a range of emotions of vast compass, of exquisite subtlety, and of irresistible force, to which Art and Art alone amongst human forms of ex- pression has a key ; these then, and no others, are the chords which it is her appointed duty to strike; and Form, Colour,
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and the contrasts of Light and Shade are the agents through which it is given to her to set them in motion. Her duty is, therefore, to awaken those sensations directly emotional and indirectly intellectual, which can be communicated only through the sense of sight, to the delight of which she has primarily to minister. And the dignity of these sensations lies in this, that they are inseparably connected by associa- tion of ideas, with a range of perceptions and feelings of infinite variety and scope. They come fraught with dim complex memories of all the ever-shifting spectacle of inani- mate creation, and of the more deeply stirring phenomena of life; of the storm and the lull, the splendour and the darkness of the outer world; of the storm and the lull, the splendour and the darkness of the changeful and transitory lives of men. Nay, so closely overlaid is the simple aesthetic sensation with elements of ethic or intellectual emotion by these constant and manifold accretions of associated ideas, that it is difficult to conceive of it independently of this precious overgrowth. . . . "The most sensitively religious mind may indeed rest satisfied in the consciousness that it is not on the wings of abstract thought alone that we rise to the highest moods of contemplation, or to the most chas- tened moral temper ; and assuredly Arts which have for their chief task to reveal the inmost springs of Beauty in the created world, to display all the pomp of the teeming earth, and all the pageant of those heavens of which we are told that they declare the Glory of God, are not the least eloquent witnesses to the might and to the majesty of the mysterious and eternal Fountain of all good things."
Not only could no attempt be approximately made at giving a real and vivid picture of Leighton's remarkable per- sonality were not the three aspects of his nature taken into account, but also if the influences which affected him strongly during those years when his genius and character were being
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developed were not also considered. His conscious nature and feelings, during the first thirty years of his life, can be best traced in his letters, notably in those to his mother. It is easy to recognise, in reading his mother s letters to him, from whom he inherits the warm tender generosity which made his nature so lovable.
When at Frankfort, in 1845, he first became acquainted with the most "indelible" influence of his life in that inner sanctuary in which he had hitherto been a lonely inmate. Seven years later, in the Diary he calls "Pebbles," written for his mother, when, fully fledged, he leaves the nest to battle alone on the field of life, he pays a tribute of unqualified affection and gratitude to his master, Steinle, who first unlocked the door to Leighton s full conscious- ness of the depth of his devotion for his calling (see pp. 61 and 62).
In 1879, the year after Leighton was elected President of the Royal Academy, in the same letter to Mrs. Mark Pattison already quoted from, he writes, respecting the in- fluences which affected his art development : " For bad by Florentine Academy, for good, far beyond all others, by Steinle, a noble-minded, single-hearted artist, sil en fut. Technically, I learnt (later) much from Robert Fleury, but being very receptive and prone to admire, I have learnt, and still do, from innumerable artists, big and small. Steinle's is, however, the indelible seal The thoroughness of all the great old masters is so pervading a quality that I look upon them all as forming one aristocracy."
During the first year when he settled in Rome, in the beginning of 1853, ^^ made the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris. Leighton's friendship with Mrs. Sartoris (Adelaide Kemble), many years his senior, and one who had ever viewed her art as a singer from the purest and highest aspect, became a strong and elevating influence in his life. Professor
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Giovanni Costa (the *' Nino" of the letters), one of Leightons most intimate friends from the year 1853 to the end in 1896, wrote of Mrs. Sartoris, referring to the early days in Rome from 1853 to 1856:^ ''The greatest influence on the life of Frederic Leighton was exerted by Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris (Miss Adelaide Kemble), who had the mind of a great artist. Mr. Sartoris was one of the greatest critics of art, and Mrs. Sartoris had a most elevated and serene nature."
This great friendship with Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris brought with it many others, notably those of Robert Browning and of Mr. Henry Greville. Some years later, Leighton writes of Mr. Henry Greville, in a letter to his pupil and friend, Mr. John Walker : ** He is indeed one of the kindest and best men possible, I look on him myself as a second father " ; and Henry Greville in a letter to Leighton writes : " I wish you were my son. Fay" — Fay being the name given to Leighton by his inner circle of intimates, and certainly a stroke of genius in the one who invented it. Writing from Frankfort to his mother, where he returned to show his works to Steinle after his family had finally migrated to Bath and he to Rome, he says : ** I have had such a letter from Henry (Henry Greville) ; there never was anything like the tender- ness of it You would have been just enchanted."
The friendship with Mrs. Sartoris only ended with her death in 1879, the year after Leighton was elected President of the Royal Academy. Being then close upon fifty, deeply sensible of the grave responsibilities involved by his new position, Leighton entered on a fresh phase in his career. As president of the centre of national living art, this phase involved a serious view being taken of the interests of art such as could be encouraged by a public body. Also as one who had been helped and encouraged by personal friendship and influence to work out the best in him, with his ever eager
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and generous nature he felt anxious to hand on the help he had received by devoting a like sympathy to the individual interests of other workers. His field of action had become enlarged, and he rose with consummate ability to the fulfilment of the duties this larger area entailed on him. Not only by his biennial addresses to the students of the Royal Academy, but by the speeches delivered spontaneously at the councils and elsewhere, when no preparation would have been possible, his fame as an orator was established. Many there are who have heard the impromptu speeches he made, who can vouch, as do Mr. Briton Riviere and Mr. Hamo Thornycroft, that these were just as fine in language and excellent in the concise form in which the words were made to convey the intended meaning, as those which Leighton had carefully prepared beforehand, and possessed, moreover, the charm of an unlaboured effort.
The seventeen years, during which Leighton was Presi- dent of the Royal Academy, and prominent in every direction as the leader lof the art of his country, were not without saddening influences. His duties necessitated contact with many varieties of human nature, some far from sympathetic to him. The contrast between his own disinterested reverence for beauty, moral and physical, with the indifference dis- played by many of his brother artists towards his own high aims and aspirations, forced itself more and more on Leighton as the optimistic fervour and enthusiasm of youth waned with years and failing health. He had to face the depressing fact that selfish motives are the ruling factors with most men, even with those who ostensibly follow the calling of beauty. Much of the joyousness of his spirit was lessened .accordingly, though his "sweet reasonableness," to quote Watts' truly suggestive words, never deserted him. This prevented any bitterness or resentment from finding permanent location in his nature. Another source of distress arose from the fact that his great
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position aroused the jealousy of the envious. However exceptional his tact, however truly heartfelt his consideration for others, no virtues could stand against the vice of being so pre-eminently successful in the eyes of the envious, whose vanity alone placed them in their own estimation on a level with the great.
Nothing perhaps excites so rampant a jealousy in un- appreciative and envious natures, as does the unexplainable charm of a delightful personality. It aggravates the dull and envious beyond measure to see a being thus endowed galloping over the ground in all directions with ease, there being in their eyes no sufficient explanation for the pace. Such success is viewed by the envious as a kind of trick, some witchery of fascination, which deludes the world into bestowing unmerited advantages on the conjuror. Those, on the contrary, who can appreciate a transcendent and de- lightful personality, recognise it as the convincing grace of the power of uncommon gifts flashing their radiance into the intercourse of every-day life, modestly ignored as conscious possessions but inevitably sparkling out in any human inter- course, and from a social point of view making the greatest among us the servants of all.
Jealousy fights with hidden weapons. What man or woman ever acknowledged being jealous ? The passion is disguised. Hence the hideous sins that follow in its wake : ingratitude, treachery, calumnies, are called into the service to blacken the offending object. Bacon says of envy : ** It is also the vilest affection, and the most depraved ; for which cause it is the proper attribute of the devil, who is called the envious man, that soweth tares amongst the wheat by night, as it always cometh to pass that envy worketh subtilly, and in the dark ; and to the prejudice of good things, such as is the wheat."
Leighton suffered from the jealousy of the envious, though in most cases the open expression of it was smothered during
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his life by reason of his power and position. Besides being tender-hearted and easily hurt at any feeling of hostility shown against him, he cordially hated any phase of the ugly.
In the spring of 1895 Leighton said to a friend : " My one constant prayer is that I should not live beyond seventy." His great dread was to be a burden to any one — to cease to be useful at all. His wish was more than fulfilled. He passed onward five years before the allotted three score and ten.
Many there^were who felt with Watts that life was indeed darkened ; " a great light was extinguished/' a beloved friend was no longer amongst them to help, encourage, and brighten the days. To a wide social circle, a personality, rare in its charm and endowments, differing from all others, had passed off the stage. It was as if, amid the sober brown and grey plumage of our quiet-coloured English birds, through the mists and fogs of our northern clime, there had sped across the page of our nineteenth century history the flight of some brilliant-hued flamingo, emitting flashes of light and colour on his way.
To the wide public a power and a control, noble and distinguished in its quality, had ceased to rule over the art interests of the country. Last, but not least, to his " brothers and sisters," as Leighton called all earnest students and artists, it was as if a strong support, a centre of impelling force, an inspiration towards the best and highest in art, had been suddenly swept away.
On the day of his funeral, a friend, whose husband had known him from the commencement to the end of the brilliant career, wrote the following notes : — ^
" Lord Leighton's funeral to-day was as brilliant as his life, and we came home from the majestic ceremony at St. Paul's Cathedral feeling that his kind and gracious spirit would have rejoiced — for all he loved and honoured in life were there
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mourning for the loss of their gifted and genial friend. As the procession moved slowly into the Cathedral the crimson and golden pall was Venetian in its brilliancy, and the long branch of palm spoke touchingly of pain over and the conquest won. Music, the sister Art he so devoutly worshipped, lifted up her voice in pathetic accents to the dome of the vast Cathedral, striving to re - echo the solemnity and grief around.
" Dear gracious Leigh ton, how vividly my husband recalled his earliest impressions of him, the handsome young artist at Rome. Visions arise in the mind of joyous days in his second home there, the cultured and hospitable house of Adelaide Sartoris, which formed the happy background of Leighton's life. He remembered the departure of his picture *The Triumph of Cimabue,' sent with diffidence, and so, propor- tionate was the joy when news came of its success, and that the Queen had bought it. It was the month of May. Rome was at its loveliest, and Leighton's friends and brother artists gave him a festal dinner to celebrate his honours. On re- ceiving the news, Leighton*s first act was to fly to three less successful artists and buy a picture from each of them (George Mason, then still unknown, was one), and so Leighton reflected his own happiness at once on others. To-day as we viewed the distinguished (in the best sense of the term) mourners, it seemed an epitome of all his social and artistic life. He never forgot an old friend, and not one was absent to-day. The men around his coffin all looked heartily sad. It was only when those peaceful words came, * We give Thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased Thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world,' that we remembered the agony of his last three days on earth, and we could be glad for our dear friend that it was past We could give hearty thanks, but it was for him and him alone, for we turn with heavy hearts to our homes, feeling
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that with Frederic Leighton ever so much kindness, love, and colour has gone out of the world."
Attached to the wreath which lay on his coffin were the lines written by our Queen : —
"Life's race well run, Life's work well done, Life's crown well won, Now comes rest."
In Leighton's own letters, more than is possible in any other written words, will be traced those qualities of character and feeling which guided the rare gifts nature had bestowed. These, used with unstinting generosity for the benefit of others, established for our national art a position, cosmo- politan in its influence, never previously attained by English painting and sculpture, and of which it may be fairly hoped, future generations, no less than the present, may reap the benefit
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Some light is thrown on Leighton's ancestry by the following letter, written by Sir Baldwyn Leighton to Sir Albert Woods, Garter, at the time when a peerage was bestowed on Frederic Leighton. It deals with the question of associating the name of Stretton with the Barony.
"Tabley House, Knutsford, January 10, 1896.
" Dear Sir, — In answer to yours of January 9, I beg to say that there are two places called Stretton in the County of Salop ; one, now known as Church Stretton, having be- come a small town, was formerly in the possession of my family through the marriage of John de Leighton, my lineal ancestor, with the daughter and heiress of William Cambray of Stretton in the fourteenth century, whose arms we still quarter (see Herald's Visitation for Shropshire). This no longer belongs to me, having been mortgaged and sold by Sir Thomas Leighton, Kt. Banneret, temp. Hen. VIII. But there is another Stretton in the parish of Alderbury with Cardeston which does still belong to me, and has always belonged to the family from time immemorial. I have been in communication with Sir Frederic Leighton on the subject, and it is my wish that he should adopt the supplemental title of Stretton. According to a pedigree made out by a Shropshire antiquarian some thirty years ago, Sir Frederic's branch descends from the younger son of the John de Leighton who married the Cambray heiress, and
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who was admitted burgess of Shrewsbury in 1465. There
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**Baldwyn Leighton. " To Sir Albert Woods, Garter."
In 1862, Leighton writes to his mother : —
•* You must know that I received some time back a letter from the Rev. Wm. Leighton (address, Luciefelde, Shrews- bury) asking me very politely to give him whatever infor- mation I could about our family, as he was making a pedigree of the Leighton family, and was anxious to find out some- thing about a branch that had settled and been lost sight of in London. I answered that I regretted I could give him no definite information on the subject, beyond our belief that we were of a younger branch of the Shropshire Leightons, whose arms and crest we bore, that I knew personally nothing of my family further back than my grandfather, telling him who and what he was. I ended by referring him to Papa, to whom I immediately wrote, telling him the nature of Mr. Leighton s request, and begging him to write to him at once in case he could give him any clue that might facilitate his researches. I then received a second, and very inter- esting, letter from Mr. L. telling me that he had found in Yorkshire some Leightons (I forget the Christian names, but not Robert) who claimed to descend from the Shropshire stock, and whose crest differed from the Leighton crest exactly as ours does, i.e, in the forward expansion of the right wing of the Wyvern ; a peculiarity, by the by, which did not appear to be of weight with him. There was more in this letter which I don't clearly remember, but nothing establishing our claim ; this letter I immediately forwarded to you, and since then both myself and Mr. Leighton have been waiting to hear from Papa."
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The conclusion arrived at from these inquiries was — that, three or four hundred years ago, the descendants of John de Leighton and the Cambray heiress migrated from Shropshire to Yorkshire, and that Leighton's grandfather. Sir James Leighton, court physician to the Emperor Nicholas of Russia, was a descendant of this branch. Dr. Leighton, the artist's father, married the daughter of George Augustus Nash of Edmonton. He and his wife, early in their married life, went to St. Petersburg, and it was supposed that he would probably succeed his father as court physician to the Czar, who favoured Sir James Leighton with his intimacy ; but the climate of St. Petersburg not suiting Mrs. Leighton's health, they remained there but a few yearsw It was at St. Petersburg that the two eldest children were born, Fanny, who died young, and Alexandra, the god*child of the Empress Alexandra, who became Mrs. Sutherland Orr. From St. Petersburg, the family moved to Scarborough, and it was at Scarborough, on December 3, 1830, that the most famous member of the Leighton family was born. The question as to which was the actual house in which the event took place was satisfactorily setded at the time when Leighton was raised to the peerage, in letters which appeared in the press, — one containing the testimony of Mrs. Anne Thorley, who was in Dr. Leighton*s service for three years with the family at Scarborough, and for two years after they moved to London, She affirms that Leighton was born in the house in Bruns- wick Terrace, now numbered 13, but which at that time consisted only of three houses. Mrs. Thorley adds, ''Fred's mother was a splendid lady — such a good one with her children, and most affectionate."
A second son named James, who died in his infancy, was also born at Scarborough, and five years after the birth of Leighton his younger sister Augusta, now Mrs. Matthews, was born in London.
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Dr. Leighton had every prospect of excelling among those most distinguished in his profession. Deafness, however, by which he was unfortunately attacked about that time, made it impossible for him to practise any longer as a physician. Deprived of his active work, he turned his attention to more abstract lines of study, and to philosophy.
In 1840, Mrs. Leighton, after a severe illness, required a drier climate than that of England, and the family travelled on the Continent, visiting Germany, Switzerland, and Italy.
Family annals record the delight with which Leighton, the boy of ten, enjoyed the beauty of nature in Switzerland, the flowers and everything he saw in the land of mountains. When he reached Rome, the buildings, the fountains, the ruins, the models awaiting hire on the Piazza di Spagna, fascinated him, and he filled many sketch-books with records of all the picturesque scenes that struck him as so new and wonderful. From earliest days, drawing was Leighton*s greatest amusement, and he had it always in his own mind that he would be an artist and no- thing else. When in Rome, he was allowed to study drawing under Signor Meli, but his father insisted on other lessons being carried on with regularity and industry. We hear of his elder sister and Leighton learning Latin together from a young priest. Dr. Leighton had a commanding intelligence, and made his will felt. As with many fond fathers who centre their chief interest on an only son, and foster thoughts of a notable future for him, Dr. Leighton seems to have felt that the greater his interest and affection, the greater must be the exercise of strict discipline over his boy. Leighton received, to say the least, a stern upbringing from his father, mitigated, however, by the greatest tenderness from his mother. The boy's will respecting his future career proved sufficient for the occasion, and he had reason to be thankful that the general knowledge, which Dr. Leighton insisted on his acquiring, was instilled at so early an age. From the time he was ten years
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old he was made to study the classics, and at twelve he spoke French and Italian as fluently as English. Dr. Leigh ton had himself taught the boy anatomy, ever cherishing the hope that he would, when he came to years of discretion, renounce the idea of being an artist, and follow in the footsteps of his father and grandfather by becoming a doctor. In either case a knowledge of anatomy was thought necessary, and, in after years, Leighton declared he knew much more anatomy when he was fourteen than he did when he was President of the Royal Academy. ''I owe," he said, "my knowledge to my father. He would teach me the names of the bones and the muscles. He would show them to me in action and in repose; then I would have to draw them from memory ; until my memory drawing was perfect, he would not let it pass."
The family returned to England for the summer of 1841, spending it at the paternal grandfather's country house at Greenford ; and during the following winter Leighton studied at the University College School in London. Mrs. Leighton's health again declined in England, and the family migrated to Germany, the country chosen by Dr. Leighton as that in which the education of the children could be best carried forward. Leighton studied under tutors at Berlin, it being only in his spare moments that he found time to sketch, or to visit the galleries. Then followed a move to Frankfort, and thence to Florence. There he was allowed to enter the studio of Bez- zuoli and Servolini, celebrated artists in Florence, but of whose real greatness Leighton, even at that early age, entertained his doubts. It was in Florence that the father s will had finally to submit to the son's passion for his vocation. Dr. Leighton was too wise to allow prejudice to affect his serious actions. He could no longer blind himself to the fact, that this desire to be an artist was a vital matter with his son. He felt it would be wrong to try and override the boy s desires without
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seeking the opinion of an expert on art matters as to whether there was any probability of Leighton excelling. He therefore took him and his drawings to Hiram Powers, the sculptor, for the verdict to be given. The well-known conversation took place after Powers had examined the work.
"Shall I make him a painter?" asked Dr. Leighton.
" Sir, you cannot help yourself ; nature has made him one already," answered the sculptor.
**What can he hope for, if I let him prepare for this career ? "
" Let him aim at the highest," answered Powers ; " he will be certain to get there."
Leighton had won : he had now to prove good his cause. Even though theoretically his father had given in, he yet hoped that, as years went on, a change in his boy's views might come about ; but he was allowed to work at the Acca- demia delle belle Arti, under Bezzuoli and Servolini, and besides continuing his study of anatomy with his father, Leighton attended classes in the hospital under Zanetti. Of this time in Florence, one of his life-long friends, Professor Costa, writes : " I knew, both from himself and from his fellow- students, that at the age of fourteen Leighton studied at the Academy of Florence under Bezzuoli and Servolini, who at this time (1842) had a great reputation. They were cele- brated Florentines, excellent good men, but they could give but little light to this star, which was to become one of the first magnitude. Leighton, from his innate kindness, loved and esteemed his old masters much, though not agreeing in the judgment of his fellow-students that they should be con- sidered on the same level as the ancient Florentines. *And who have you,' said Leighton one day to a certain Bettino (who is still living), *who resembles your ancient masters?' And Bettino answered, *We have still to-day our great Michael Angelos, and Raffaels, in Bezzuoli, in Servolini, in
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Ciseri/ But this boy of twelve years old could not believe this, and one fine day got into the diligence, and left the Academy of Florence to return to England. Although the diligence went at a greal pace, his fellow-students followed it on foot, running behind it, crying, 'Come back, Inglesino! come back, Inglesino ! come back,' so much was he loved and respected. He did come back, in fact, many times to Italy, which he considered as his second fatherland."
It was, however, at Frankfort, where the family settled in 1843, ^hat Leighton fell under the real, living art influence of his life, in the person of Steinle. Leighton described this artist later as **an intensely fervent Catholic, a man of most striking personality, and of most courtly manners," In the temperament of this religious Catholic was united a fervour of feeling with a pure severity in the style of his art which belonged to the school of the Nazarenes, of which Steinle was a follower, Overbeck and PfUhler having led the way. A spiritual ardour and spontaneity placed Steinle on a higher level as an artist than that on which the rest of the brother- hood stood. Leighton, boy as he was, at once realised in his master the existence of that "sincerity of emotion," — to use his own words when preaching, nearly forty years later, to the Royal Academy students ; a quality ever con- sidered by him as an essential attribute of the true artist- nature-— of that inner vision of the religious poet, of that finer fibre of temperament which endowed art in Leighton's eyes with higher qualities than science or philosophy alone could ever include. Steinle viewed art with the reverence and nobility of feeling which accorded with those aspirations that had been hinted to the boy's nature in his best moments, but which had had no sufficiently clear, decisive outline to inspire hitherto his actual performances. In Steinle's work he found the positive expression of those aspira- tions; there, in such art, was an absolute confutation of
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the creed that art was but a pleasant recreation, having no backbone in it to influence the serious work of the world ; the creed which meant that, if taken up as a profession, it led but to the making of money by amusing the aesthetic sense of the public in a superficial manner. The view taken by the magnates — the '* Barbarians " of the time — was, that unless a painter were a Raphael, a Titian, or a Reynolds, his position was little removed from that of the second-rate actor or the dancer. It was not the profession, but the individual pro- minence in it which alone saved the situation. In Steinle, Leighton found an exponent of art, who reverenced the vocation of art itself as one which should be sanctified by the purest aims and the highest aspirations.
In the nature of one who exercises a strong influence over another is often found the real clue to the nature influenced. Circumstances had led Leighton to be reserved with regard to his deepest feelings respecting art, but with Steinle that reserve vanished. Under the influence of this master he realised an adequate cause for this deep-rooted, peremptory passion. Steinle's nature explains that of his pupil ; for Leighton was, in an intimate sense, introduced to a full knowledge of his own self by Steinle. This influence, to use bis own words, written more than thirty years later, was the •* indelible seal," because it made Leighton one with himself. The impress was given which steadied the whole nature. There was no vagueness of aim, no swaying to and fro, after he had once made Steinle his master. The religious nature also of the German artist had thrown a certain spell over him. Leighton possessed ever the most beautiful of all qualities — the power of feeling enthusiasm, of loving unselfishly, and gene- rously adoring what he admired most. Fortunate, it may possibly have been, that his father's strict training developed his splendid intellectual powers at an early age; fortunate it certainly was, that, when emancipated from other trammels, he
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entered the service of art under an influence so pure, so vital in spiritual passion as was that of Steinle.
However, it was not till Leighton reached the age of seventeen that he was allowed to give his time uninterruptedly to the study of art At that age he had acquired sufficient knowledge of the classics and of the general lines of knowledge even to satisfy his father. He had also completely mastered the German, French, and Italian languages. The vitality of his brain was almost abnormal, otherwise his constitution was not strong. Constantly such phrases as " I am not ill, but I am never well" occur in his letters, and he suffered from weakness and heat, also from " blots " in his eyes, perhaps the result of scarlet fever, which he had as a child. His school days seem to have had their mauvais moments. When he was fifteen, his parents and elder sister went to England, leaving him and his little sister at school during their holidays. The love for his mother, and his longing to be with her, is told in the following pathetic appeal : —
"Frankfort a/M.,
Friday^ June 26, 1845.
**[Dear Mamma], — Your letter, which I have just received, caused me the greatest pleasure, for I have been anxiously expecting it for three long days. I am very pleased to hear that Lina is getting stronger, though slowly, and hope that Hampstead will agree with her and you better than London. I am very sorry to hear that you are not very well. I hope that the country will refresh Papa after all his fatigues. I need not tell you that I was very unhappy when I heard what you said about my going to England ; ever since I have been here, from the time I wake to the time I go to bed, I think of London ; the other night, indeed, I went in my dream to see the new British Museum. However, if there is nothing to be done. . . . From Hampstead you can see London, and
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there is the dear old common where I and the Coodes used to play, and the pretty little lake where I went to slide, and it's such a pleasant walk to London and the galleries, and . . . is there no little hole left for poor Punch ?^ On the 1 6th July all the schoolboys go on a three weeks* journey, whose wing but yours can take care of me for so long a time? I will ask for money to buy a clothes-brush, I have none; 2 fl. I spent on water-colours for the painting lesson, 5 fl. a splendid book, * Percy's Relics of Old English Poetry,' I fl. sundries, my last florin I lent to Bob, but he was fetched away in a hurry before his money was given to him, however he said he would send it me from Mayence, but I have not seen it since. It is a great bore to have no money ; that I fl. would have lasted the second month very well as I only want it for sundries. I have dismissed Mottes, my new boots have already been resoled, and he made me wait three weeks for a pair of boots, which of course I did not take. I wish I had had turning clothes, my jacket is very shabby, and I cannot afford to put on my best whilst it goes to the tailor ; my black trowsers are ruined, but I must wear them whilst my blue ones go to be lengthened. Little Gussy looks very well, she is very well, and has sundry *zufriedens' and *tr6s content's.' On the advice of Pappe, the master of mathematics and nat phil., I have got a * Meierhirsch's Alge- braische Aufgaben.' I want a Euclid, mine is in England, how shall I get at it? I am quite well, but long to see you all, and to have some wing; pray write very soon. Give my best love to Papa and Lina, and believe me, dear Mamma, your affectionate and speckfle son, F. Leighton."
History does not record whether the ** little hole for poor Punch " had been found or not Together with other studies,
^ In the winter of 1845 Leigh ton went to a children's costume ball in Florence as Punch, and for some time after the name clung to him in his family.
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Leighton was allowed to attend the model class at the famous Staedelsches Institut, and, in 1848, when the family went to Brussels, he painted his first picture, Othello and Desdemona, his elder sister sitting as model for the Desdemona, and also a portrait of himself. From Brussels he went to Paris, study- ing in an atelier in the Rue Richer, among a set of Bohemian students, and then to Frankfort, to work seriously under his beloved master Steinle. The following letter to his father shows how unsatisfactory he considers his studies had been in both Brussels and Paris, and that now, as he expressed it, he is girding his ** loins for a new race."
" Cronbsrg, Friday evening,
** [Dear Papa], — As I have reason to believe that you are not indifferent to the fate of the studies which met with Dielmann's censure, and at the same time opened my eyes to the fact that I have not yet (to use a German phrase) * die Natur mit dem Loffel gefressen,' ^ I now write to tell you that I have retouched better parts of them, and lAai to Burger's satisfaction as well as to mine. Of course some are better than others. Independently of the intense irritation which bad sitting (as well you know) occasions to my nerves, they give me great trouble, and I take it ; but this can hardly astonish me, when I consider that, in point of fact, during the whole time that has elapsed between my leaving the model class in the Staedelsches Institut up to my return to Frankfurt, I have never studied from nature ; that I did not in Brussels, I need not remind you, and you must also remember that everything I painted in Paris, in the way of portraits, was done before nature, I grant, but with a certain ideal colour or tone, the consistency of which might be illustrated by putting Rubens, Reynolds, Titian, Tom Lawrence, Vandyke, Velas* quez, Correggio, Carracci, Rembrandt, and Rafael into a
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kaleidoscope, and setting them in a rotatory motion, in a word —
When taken Well shaken.
(What* s his name — Hem !)
I am therefore girding my loins for a new race, far from discouraged, but rather with the persuasion that one with my innate love, for colouring, and, I think I may add, sharp per- ception of the merits and demerits of the colouring of others, has a fair chance of success; nor am I dissatisfied with my beginning."
In the year 1849, he went to London to paint the portrait of his great-uncle, Mr. T Anson, Lady Leighton's brother, and wrote to his father and mother the following : —
"Fleeced at Malines — ^very fine passage — slept well, why the deuce had not I a carpet bag ? horrid inconvenience ! my chest of drawers twenty feet below the surface of the deck, obliged to get on friendly terms with a sailor to borrow a comb (which had got blue with usage) — lovely brown tints about my shirty cuffs more picturesque than tidy; two hours stifling in that confounded hole of a waiting-room in the custom house ; arrive at last at Mr. T Anson's at about three o'clock; as he was not at home I dressed and ran half round London before dinner ; crossed Kensington Gardens, saw the outside of the Exhibition, went down Hyde Park, along Green Park, stared at Buckingham Palace, rushed down St. James* Park, flew up Waterloo Place, made a dive at Trafalgar Square, and a hmge at Pall Mall, gasped all along Regent Street, turned up Oxford Street, bent round to the Edgware Road, and from there the whole length of Oxford Terrace, I brought home a very fine appetite ! "
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*' [My dearest Mother], — I have resumed my Uncle's likeness, and as far as it goes (the head is done) very success- fully. Will you tell Papa from me that it is more * aufgefasst ' (as I expected) than 'durchgeflihrt,' but that I have seized the twinkle of his mouth to a T.
** Mr. r Anson treats me with the utmost kindness, it is of course superfluous to tell you that I enjoy myself beyond measure.
**I am a very slow writer — I am without readiness either of thought or speech owing to the picturesque confusion which possesses my brain, and not, God knows, from a phlegmatic habit of mind."
Letter to his mother from Norfolk Terrace, Hyde Park : —
" [Dearest Mother], — I have received your kind letter, and conclude from your silence on that point that Lina is now getting on well. In order to avoid losing time on fluency of style, I shall follow, strictly as I find them, the heads of your epistle, and answer them in the same succession. First, I hasten to thank you and Papa for your kind permission to prolong my stay, a permission which I value the more that I know that Papa was desirous I should return as soon as possible. You tell me, dear Mamma, that I am not to lose time in seeing the lions of London, and Papa, in his displeasure at my having done so little as yet towards the real object of my visit, seems to imply an idea that I have been so doing ; I regret very much that you should entertain that notion, and assure you that I have neither hitherto dreamt, nor have ultimate intention, of seeing that long list of wonders, the Colosseum, the polytechnic, the cosmorama, the diorama, the panorama, the polyorama, the overland mail, Catlin's exhibition, the Chinese exhibition, nor even Wild's great globe, for that, I am told, costs five shillings ; this is a decided case of ' Frappe,
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mais 6coute/ And if Papa did not think that I had so wasted my time, is it not very certain that, if I had not thought it a matter of duty, I would not have tired myself making what I most hate, calls, instead of seeing works of art ?
" Lady Leighton looked in some respects worse, and in some much better, than I expected ; I was surprised to see her walk with her back bent, and leaning on a stick ; but I was more surprised still to see a face so free, comparatively, from wrinkles, and bearing such evident traces of former beauty. Her reception was of the warmest ; in her anxiety lest I should be lonely and uncomfortable in an inn, she insisted on my sleeping in her house. She talked much, long, and well^ though slowly and in a suppressed tone ; she dwelt tenderly on Papa's name, and advocated warmly our return to England. I saw two letters which she wrote to her brother, my uncle, and which were both most elegantly written; both contained a paragraph in allusion to me ; n^the first, written before my visit (in answer to one in which my uncle had prepared her for seeing me), she expresses herself most eager to receive and to love the grandson, of whom all speak so highly ; in the second, written after my return to London, she says that her dear and fascinating grandson amply realises all her expectcUions, and that seeing him has increased that pain which she feels at being separated from us all.
** Now, I will give you a ccUcUogue raisonni of whom I have seen : Cowpers, this you know ; Smyths, ditto ; Laings, very kind, though Mr. Laing, like the Cowpers, did not know me till I mentioned my name ; Wests, exceedingly kind, invitation to dinner : Richardsons, motherly reception, party, given for me ; Moffatt, very pr&uenant, asked me twice to dinner, both of which invitations I was unfortunately obliged to refuse, but wrote a very civil note, and went next morning in person to apologise ; Hall, dreadfully busy, but gave me cards to Maclise, Goodall, Frith, Ward, Frost; Maclise was not at home, but
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I found Goodall, Ward, and Frith, and was pleased with my visits. There is a new school in England, and a very promis- ing one ; correctly drawn historical genre seems to me die best definition of it. They tell me there is a fine opening for an historical painter of merit, and that talent never fails to succeed in London. Goodall, a young man about thirty, who painted ' The Village Festival,' in the Vernon Gallery, and of which you have an engraving in one of your Art Journal numbers, sells his pictures direct from the easel ; and he does not stand alone. Sir Ch. Eastlake received me very politely, but looks a great invalid ; Lance, very jolly, and Fripp, ditto. Bovills and E. TAnsons, very kind, invitations, of course ; Mackens, you know ; I have found no time to call on Dr. Holland, Mr. Shedden, or Tusons.
** Having told you whonty I will now tell you rapidly whal, I have seen : Vernon Gallery, very much gratified ; Dulwich Gallery, very much disappointed ; British Institution, ditto ; National Gallery, pictures magnificent, locality disgraceful, I must make another visit there ; Royal Academy, on the whole, satisfactory ; British Museum, very fine ; Mogford's Collection, very indifferent ; Marquis of Westminster (Mr. Laing), very fine indeed ; private collection (through interest of Mr. Moffatt), delightful ; Windsor, Vandyke^ superb ; Lawrence, a wretched quack. Time presses — la suite auprockain nuntSro'^
The portrait of his great-uncle, Mr. TAnson, here repro- duced, proves that the visit to London effected the desired result. On his return to Frankfort he painted the portraits of Lady Cowley and her three children. Lady Cowley writes : *' I am delighted with the pictures of my dear little girls, and again return you my most sincere thanks for having painted them." And in another letter : " I should have called on Mrs. Leighton all these days, had I not been very unwell with the grippe, as I wished to express to her, as well as to yourself, how very grateful I am for the beautiful portrait you have
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made of my little Frederick. I am quite delighted with it, as well as every one else who has seen it. Besides being extremely like, it is such a good painting that it must always be appreciated. Ever yours sincerely, Olive Cecilia Cowley." In the spring of 1852, Leighton, being then twenty-one, went to Bergheim, to paint the portraits of Count Bentinck's family. He writes from there : —
" [Dearest Mamma], — Having naturally a reflecting turn of mind, I am struck with the truth of the following aphorism : * It's all very well to say I'll be bio wed, but where's the wind?' Circumstances induce me to deliver a sentiment of a parallel tendency ; it's all very well to say * mind you write ' ; but where's the post.^ A deficiency in that latter commodity is a leading feature in the economy of the principality of Waldeck ; so much so, that any individual residing in Bergheim, and desiring to carry on a correspondence * ins Ausland,' is obliged to take advantage of the privilege freely granted him by the liberal constitution of the country of carrying his own letters to the first frontier town of the next state, and having posted them, waiting for an answer. I, however, knowing my privileges^ and not being desirous of availing myself of them in that line, humbly and modestly send these lines by my hostess's flunkey, who is going to Fritzlar to-morrow on an errdnd of a similar description. N.B. — If you want a person to receive an epistle within a fortnight (that is allowing you to be a neighbour), you must chalk up per express on the back of it, in considera- tion of which he or she will receive it through the medium of a hot messenger, much, and naturally, fatigued and ex- cited by a journey perfonned at the rate of half a mile an hour, not including the pauses in which the inner man is refreshed and invigorated by a cordial gulp of * branny un worrer.'
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expecting a carriage and trimmings to take him to a lovely retirement in the country, and finding— devil a bit of it! Well that's precisely what did not happen to me when I got to Waldeck, because although the carriage was not there, there was a letter to say it could not come. The road to Bergheim, which crosses a river of no mean pretensions without the assistance of a bridge (other advantageous pecu- liarity of the state of Waldeck), was, it appeared, rendered impracticable by an inundation of the torrent alluded to ; it was therefore proposed to me (without an option) to perform the journey on the top of an oss provided for the purpose and accompanied by a groom mounted on another ; I will- ingly accept an offer so much to my taste, and for the first time after a lapse of nearly three years put a leg on each side of a steed. The first part of the road was executed at a round trot on a very nice level chaussie, but I cannot say that I felt altogether at home on my saddle. An eye to effect is nevertheless kept open, which is manifested by my catching up two drowsy, drawling, jingling *po shays' and sweeping past them with supreme contempt, but at a great expense of my lumbar muscles. Presently, however, my continuation-clad members began to thaw a little, and to adapt themselves to the saddle, which also lost some of its rigid severity ; I began to feel very comfortable, and, by Jove! it was a good job I did, for on getting out of Fritzlar, we left the high road (for reasons above given) and plunged into a rugged, donkey- shay sort of by-path in which the ruts were without exag- geration a foot deep. Nothing daunted, however, I make light of this 'terrain l^g^rement accident^,' cross stream and ride along tattered banks with the nonchalance of the Chinese Mandarin in the Exhibition of '51 ; in fact, such is my con- fidence in myself, that I at last begin to feel above my stirrups, I scorn them, fling them over my saddle, and per- form without their assistance the rest of the journey to within
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half a mile of Bergheim, and that on a road the profile of which was about this :
(Here was drawn a line representing a hill-side almost perpendicular.)
"On my arrival I am of course kindly received by the Countess (her husband is still at Oldenburg), got my tea, and go to bed rather stiff after an equestrian performance of about two hours and a half. The house is large and rambling, fifteen windows in a row, and yet I cannot get a satisfactory light, the only available north room looking on a lane, the white-washed houses of which reflect disagreeably on the picture, whenever the sun shines. However I must make up my mind to it and do my best ; I am at present painting the Countess."
*' Bergubim^ Sunday,
*' [Dear Mamma], — In the midst of my anxious expectations of a letter from you, it suddenly occurred to me that I had for- gotten to give you my direction ; in the full confidence that /ate IS far preferable to never, I now hasten to make up for my omission —
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^' N.B. — You will not forget to write /^r express on the top of the envelope ; for reasons, see my letter of last Sunday.
*' Being sorely pressed for time, I now huddle on to the rest of the paper a few loose remarks, for the incoherency of which I crave your indulgence.
'• The aspect of affairs is much changed since my last epistle; then, I was looking forward with anxious though sanguine
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expectation to the labour before me ; now, I look back on one portrait (that of the Countess), achieved to the great satisfaction of those for whom it is intended, and contemplate with satis- faction the progress which the other is making in the same direction. I must, however, add that, owing to the necessary absence of the Countess for two days next week, my return home will be delayed in proportion, as I have a few more touches to give to the portrait of my eldest patient, whose husband is desirous of taking it over to England with him. (I shall probably be with you Saturday afternoon — at all events I shall let you know beforehand.)
"What I said a few lines back will have suggested to you what I am now going to add ; Colonel B. is now returned from Oldenburg, and will probably be in London in the early part or middle of June ; he is much pleased with the pictures, and in his kindness has promised me an introduc- tion to his brother in town, and also to another relation,, whose name I have forgotten ; the result of which is to be : access to the collections of Lord Ellesmere, Duke of Suther- land, and Sir Robert Peel. I told Colonel B. that if on his road to or from Toeplitz in the autumn he should pass through Frankfurt, I should be very glad if he could bring the pictures with him, as they would both want a varnish,, and the children probably a few glazes and touches ; he said that he would make a point of so doing, that indeed after all the trouble and pains I had taken for him, it was the least he could do ; for these and other reasons (not unimportant) which I shall communicate when I see you, you need not regret my having made two journeys to paint his wife and children.
"That I spend one of the days of the Countess absence in seeing Wilhelmshohe, a sight reputed unique of its kind, will, I hope, not seem unreasonable.
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last few days one or two little arrangements, relative to my approaching journey, which I would ask you to make during my absence, trusting at the same time that if in the mean- while anything else should occur to your provident mind, and be transmitted to your many-knotted pocket-handkerchief, you will kindly carry it into execution, in order to avoid delay when I return from the country, as ' my time will be almost entirely taken up by Lady P.'s [PoUington's] sitting and the business calls I have to make.
**Will Papa kindly order a tin case for my compositions; it should be a plain cylinder, about an inch and a half in diameter, with a lid at one end ; let its length be that of my * Four Seasons.'
"To my amazement I have just received a letter from you, dear Mamma — did I give you my direction ? You forgot the per egress on the back of the letter. Pray write soon. Much love and many kisses to all. — Your dutiful and affectionate son, F. Leighton.'*
Soon after Leighton's return to Frankfort Lord Cowley was appointed British Ambassador in Paris, and writes the following letters. The invitation he gives to Leighton to make his home at the Embassy while pursuing his studies was not accepted, Steinle's teaching being only given up later for the charms of Italy.
** My dear Mr. Leighton, — I am more obliged than I can say by the kindness you have shown in painting portraits of my children. I never saw anything so like, or in general so pleasing, as the portrait of Frederic, and I only regret that it is not in England to be seen and appreciated. Once more accept my thanks, and believe me to be very truly yours, Cowley."
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^^ Sunday Afternoon.
" My dear Mr. Leighton, — It has been quite out of my power to get to your house, as I had intended, to take leave of you, and to thank you again for the valuable reminiscence which through your talent and kindness I carry away with me. It will give Lady Cowley and myself great pleasure if you will visit us at Paris. You cannot find a better school of study than the Louvre, and we shall be most happy to lodge and take care of you.
" Pray present my best compliments to the members of your family.
" I regret very much not being able to do it in person. — Very faithfully, Cowley."
On his return from Waldeck, Leighton painted the portrait of Lady Pollington, one of his Frankfort ac- quaintances.
During these years, when Leighton studied under Steinle, his family lived also at Frankfort, and therefore few other letters written at that time exist. There was a journey to Holland, made during the early summer of 1852, from England, where he and his family had returned for a visit. The journey back to Frankfort, vid Holland, is the subject of a long letter to his mother.
"There I am at the Hague. Pretty place, the Hague, clean, quaint, cheerful, and ain't the Dutch just fond of smoking out of long clay pipes ! And the pictures, Ok the pictures, Ah the pictures! That magnificent Rembrandt! glowing, flooded with light, clear as amber, and do you twig the grey canvas? What Vandykes! what dignity, calm, gently breathing, and a searching thoughtfulness in the gaze, amounting almost to fascination ; and only look at that Velasquez, sparkling, clear, dashing; Paul Potter, too, only
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twenty-two years old when he painted that bull, and just look at it; Jan Steen, Terburg, Teniers, Giov. Bellini (splendid), &c. &c. There I catch myself bearing some- thing in mind : ' And yet, after all ' (with an argumentative hitch of the cravat), 'all that those fellows had in advance of us was a palette and brushes, and that we've got too!' I walk down to Scheveningen, and sentimentalise on the seashore; I find the briny deep in a very good humour, and offer you mental congratulations.
*' About the Rembrandt at Amsterdam^ I say nothing, for it is a picture not to be described. I can only say that, in it, the great master surpasses himself; with the exception, however, of this and the Vanderhelst opposite to it, which is full of spirit and individuality, the Ryko Museum is toler- ably flat. After a dull afternoon, I hurry off to Arnheim, and to Mayence, and to Frankfurt, where I arrive on Wed- nesday evening. From Cologne to Frankfurt, Janauschek^ was on the same conveyance as myself ; I made her acquaint- ance, which was a great blessing to me on that tedious, cockney-hackneyed journey. She is lady-like, interesting, amiable, zxA^ severely proper, almost cold; she observed the strictest incognito. Towards evening, however, when she had ascertained that I was a resident at Frankfurt, and therefore probably knew her perfectly well, and that I was an artist, which excited her sympathy, and that my name was Leighton, a name with which she was acquainted (through Schroedter and others) as that of one of the most talented young artists of Frankfurt (hem!), she relaxed considerably. She has a melancholy and most interesting look, and talks very despon- dently of the state of dramatic art nowadays. I made myself useful to her at the station, and she was warmly grateful. About my picture * (which I have entrusted to Steinle's care)
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I have nothing to communicate, except that I am confirmed in thinking that it has been universally well received ; even Becker seems to like it in many respects— of course you know that the leading fault is that it was painted under his rival ; Oppenheim said (when I talked of it as a daub) that he wished he could daub so, and that he promised me a great future ; Prince Gortschakoff (who, by the by, pre- ferred the portraits, and judges with all the aplomb of a Count Briez) introduced himself to me in the gallery, and told me in the course of conversation that he regretted very much having no work of mine, adding that he only bought masters of the first order ; that was a compliment, at all events ; Dr. Schlemmer has been very kind to me, and has given me a letter for Venice ; I dined with him on Sunday, and made the acquaintance of Felix Mendelssohn's widow, a charming woman."
Between the years 1849 and 1852 Leighton painted, be- sides the portraits mentioned, three finished pictures, " Cimabue finding Giotto in the Fields of Florence," **The Duel between Romeo and Tybalt," and **The Death of Brunelleschi ** ; and also made the notable drawing, now in the Victorfa and Albert Museum, of a scene during the plague in Florence. His master, Steinle, easily discerned that Leighton was truly enamoured of Italy ; the subjects he chose were Italian, and his memory was full of the charm and fascination of the country which he ever nsferred to, to the end of his life, as his second home. It was decided that he should go to Rome, his father having determined to leave Frankfort and to reside at Bath, where his mother. Lady Leighton, was then living. Steinle gave Leighton an introduction to his friend and fellow " Naza- rene," Cornelius, and on the eve of his departure his mother wrote a farewell letter of "injunctions," flavoured happily by hints of humour. There is something very quaint to those who knew Leighton after he was thirty in the admonitions
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with regard to manners and politeness, which occur in several of his mother's letters.
" My dearest Child, — As we are about to part, you may perhaps think you will be rid of my lectures, but no, I leave you some injunctions in writing, so that you will not be able to urge the plea of forgetfulness if you continue your negligent habits, though you certainly xva^y forget to read what I write — but I trust to your love and respect for me, though the latter needs cultivation nearly as much as habits of refinement in you. I have no new advice to give you, I can but repeat what I have urged on you many times from your childhood upwards ; I do implore you, let your conscience be your guide amidst all temptations, they will be such as they have never yet been to you, as you will henceforward have no other restraint on your actions than what is self-imposed, I beseech you, do not suffer your disbelief in the dogmas of the Protestant Church to weaken the belief I hope you entertain of the existence of a Supreme Being. Strive to obey the law He has implanted in us, which approves good and condemns evil, though the struggle for the mastery between these principles is sometimes fearful, as every one knows, especially in youth. My precious child, if one sinful mortal s prayer for another could avail, how carefully would you be preserved from moral evil (the greatest of all evil) ; but I need not tell you there is no royal road to Heaven any more than to excellence in inferior objects, every advantage must be obtained by energy and perseverance. May God help you to keep free of the greatest of all miseries, an upbraiding consjcience ; for though this can be deadened for a time in the hurry of life while youth lasts, there comes an hour when life loses its attractions, and then issues the troubled consequence of merry deeds. I am aware you have heard all this a hundred times, and better expressed, but it will bear repetition ; and now that it is your
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mother who is counselling you, you will not, I trust, turn a deaf ear.
** I can but repeat what I have continually told you — to refine your feelings you must neither utter nor encourage a coarse thought. It would be an inexpressible pleasure to me to leave you confirmed in good habits ; but wishes are idle. I trust to your desire to improve in all ways and to please me. The next sheet I wrote some time ago, intending to rewrite it, but the trouble is too great for my shaking hands, and I add what I have written to-day on separate pieces of paper. I have written enough ; I have only now to add an entreaty that you will not throw these admonitions away, but sometimes read them, remembering they come warm from your mother's heart
** My child, your manners are very faulty, and I am con- sequently much disappointed. You take so much after me, and my nearest relations had such refined manners, that I made sure you must resemble my father and brothers. There is, however, nothing on earth to prevent your becoming the gentleman I wish to see you, and remember to write inefface- ably on the tablets of your memory, *Too much familiarity
breeds contempt.' You remember how seriously young 's
forwardness has been commented on. Well, it is true, you have never, as far as I know, spoken as he has done; but as r have seldom seen you in company, nor your father either, without observing some want of politeness, is it not probable that other people have their eyes open also ? "
These admonitions received, Leighton started on his journey to Rome. At Innsbruck, on August i8, 1852, he began to write a Diary, in order that his mother should hear the details of his travels, and to serve ** as a clue " by which he might one day recall the ** impressions and emotions of the years of his artistic noviciate."
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Leighton's utterances on paper in these early days display the same intense exuberance of vitality which, during the whole of his notable career, served to spur on his mental and emotional powers to perform with great completeness all the various kinds of work which he undertook; a vitality which conquered triumphantly the effects of indifferent health and troubled eyesight. In the diaries and letters is also to be traced the existence of that Greek-like combination of qualities so characteristic of Leighton — namely, explicit precision in his thought and expression, and a subtle power of analysis, united with great emotional sensitiveness and enthusiastic warmth of temperament. His feeling for beauty was an intoxi- cating joy to him. Heartfelt and genuine joy engendered by beauty in nature and art is not a very common feeling among the moderns, though so much fuss is made by many in our day in their endeavours to become ^^ artistic'' ; but, as a ruling guide, beauty has gone out of fashion. The accounts that Leighton gives of his ecstasies in the presence of beautiful scenes, enforce the belief entertained by those who knew him best, that it was the power which beauty exercised over him that developed his exceptional strength in all artistic directions. What force in the over-riding of difficulties does not passion give to the lover ! No less a force was engendered in Leighton by the inspiration of the beauty of nature.
In the letter to his mother, which accompanies the Diary, referring to the joy he has been experiencing, Leighton adds : " I feel almost a kind of shame that so much should have been poured down on me. I will put my talent to usury, and be no slothful steward of what has been entrusted to me. Every man who has received a gift ought to feel and act as if he was a field in which a seed was planted, that others might gather the harvest." The purity of purpose which guided Leighton's life to the end, generated first by the pre- cepts of his mother in the fertile soil of his own beautiful
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nature, subsequently developed by the teaching of the high- minded Steinle, and finally established later by other elevating influences, chastened the emotional side of Lcighton's passion for beauty, and disentangled it even in the earliest days from lower and purely sensuous contamination. The puritanical attitude of mind towards beauty appeared to Leighton abso- lutely impure and desecrating, in that it associated influences and feelings which are of the lowest with the appreciation of God's most beautiful creations, and some of man's highest aspirations with sensations entirely degraded and unworthy.
Fun and humour abound in the family letters, and in the Diary. Leighton was never guilty of being sentimental, and when referring to the word ideal in one of his letters, he writes he ''hates such stuff." After he died, it was written of him: '* He was no idealist ; needless to say, he was no materialist, no one less so ; nor does the term realist seem to recall his nature. He was — if such a word can be used — an actualist, the actual was to him of primary importance. But the actual meant a great deal more to Leighton than it does to most of us. Life and its vivid interests was spread over a much wider area ; so many more of its various ingredients were such very actual entities to him." ^
And when Leighton started, at the age of twenty-one, to begin his independent life, we feel that it is with the actual that he grappled — the actual in his sensations, his feelings, his impressions, his conditions. An unmistakable note of reality rings through his description of all these. He has no tendency, even unconsciously, when under the glamour of the most entrancing impressions, to colour the picture other than he actually saw it. In the strength of his own real nature he goes forth on the journey of life.
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Innsbruck, August i8, 1852.
"When Hop o' my Thumb, a nursery hero of European icontem. note, first sallied out into the world with an eye to making a u^and^ fortune, his first step was (justly foreseeing what the world ^^ ^"^"'^* would expect of the hero of a future romance) to lose himself Thumb. in a large and horrid forest, in which it was pitch dark all day long, and nothing was heard but . . . &c. &c. (Here see biog. of H.O'M. Thumb, Esq., vol. i.)
" Now, in those days mile-posts were not yet come in, and maps were excessively expensive; how, then, was H.O'M.T., after he should have, realised a large independence, to find his way back through this intricate waste? Here admire the man of parts and sagacity ! * He determined' says the historian, * to drop pebbles in a row all along the path ' !
"Admirable Thumb! I, too, purpose, as I stroll along, to and adopt drop every now and then mental pebbles, which shall serve mets°ures! as a connecting link between the past and the future, and as a clue by which I may one day recall the emotions and impressions of the years of my artistic noviciate.
** Be with me, oh Thumb ! but make
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" Kind, affectionate, earnest Steinle ! Pebble i.
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should be at the beginning, in the middle, and at the end. tionand Now, at the beginning, for our parting is still painfully present my^'d^r'^' to my mind; our parting, and the last few days we spent together: the sad face and moistened eye with which he watched the diligence in which I rolled off from Bregenz ; his
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fitful way, when we travelled together — one moment jovial and facetious, another laying his hand affectionately on my shoulder and remaining silent ; his saying to me before I started, * I shall be all alone to-morrow, here, and yet I shall be with you all the day.' . . .
"/« the middle^ all through, and to the end — because if ever, hereafter, my works wear the mark of a pure taste, if ever I succeed in raising some portion of the public to the level of high art, rather than obsequiously acquiesce in the judgments of the tasteless and the ignorant, and if I keep alive, to the end, the active conviction that an artist, who deserves the name, never ceases to learn, the key of such success will be in one name : Steinle ; in having constantly borne in mind his precept, and his example. I find on ** Although a week has already elapsed since I left Frankfurt,
rejection ^^ |^^g ^ home, it is Only now that I have parted from Steinle iumlda ^'^^ ^ really feel that I have taken the great step, that I have week ago, opened the introductory chapter of the second volume of my jusfgone^i life, a volume on the title-page of which is written ** Artist." It seems to me that my wanderings began at Bregem, and that in retracing, as I presently shall, my route until I got there, I am tearing open again leaves that were closed — to remain so. I seize the opportunity offered by this first day of repose to take breath, and, as I stand within the threshold, Hook to look before me and reconnoitre. Italy rises before my forward, nij^j^ Sunny Italy! the land that I have so long yearned after with ardent longing, and that has dwelt in my memory since last I saw it as a never-fading,- gentle-beckoning image of loveliness ; I am about again to tread the soil of that beloved country, the day-dream of long years is to become a reality. I am enraptured! but don't ** And yet — how is it that my pleasure is not unalloyed? that
feel quite j involuntarily shrink from grasping the height of my wishes ? It is because I feel a kind of sacred awe at breaking through
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the charm that has been so long gathering around the image that I have carried in my inward heart, as one who loves, at touching with cold reality that which has so long been the far removed object of dreamy, sweetly melancholy longings !
" I cannot help thinking that an imaginative man must feel something similar when on the point of changing courtship for marriage.
"Other thoughts, too, assail me, and sometimes make me uneasy. * Do I fully feel . . .' No, ' Shall I continue fully to feel the immense importance to me of the three or four years now before me ? feel that they will be the corner-stone of my career, for good or for evil ? Shall I have the energy to carry out all my resolutions ? Shall I fulfil what I have promised ? ' • . . Then I think of Steinle, and I feel reassured. G«t better.
** Let me come to the point, to the description of my journey ; Pe^We 11. but before I begin, let me remember that, whilst of all my friends and companions only three were present at my de- parture,— one of them was there in order to give me a com- mission, and another to acknowledge a service, — old General Bentinck did not think it too great an exertion to see off, at eight in the morning, one, three times younger than himself.
•' My first day's journey took me to Middelburg, along the Middei- Bergstrasse, which we all know, and of which I therefore say August nothing, and yet I enjoyed it more than I ever had done before ; "* it was one of those cool, clear, opalescent mornings, in which all nature looks as if it was teeming with health and freshness ; there was something exhilarating, too, in the atmosphere, which very much increased my enjoyment; I looked upon familiar scenes, but I saw them in a new light ; it seemed to me as if I was reading nature in a new book.
" On arriving at Heidelberg, I hurried at once, by appoint- ment with Steinle, to a place in the neighbourhood called
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stift * Stift Neuburg,' the property and residence of Frau Rath
Neuburg. Schlosser, the widow of his old and intimate friend, Rath Schlosser.
"Picture to yourself, just where the Neckar makes a graceful curve, about a mile above Heidelberg, half-way up a rich and sunny slope, chequered with clustering vineyards and luxuriant meadows, an old, picturesque convent, with its adjoining chapel and appurtenant dairies and farmhouses, the whole group raised up on a lofty, timeworn, weather-beaten terrace — and you will form some idea of the Stift There I spent the afternoon I enjoy iH the most charming possible manner, whether in wandering myself. ^i^h Steinle along the solitary, shady walks of the convent garden, or in snuffing about in the vaulted, mildew old library (which, by the by, contains six or seven thousand valuable and curious books), or the silent chapel, with its stained-glass win- dows, or in looking through Frau Rath's magnificent collection of drawings by German artists, or, finally, in enjoying the con- versation of the Frau Rath herself, who is a most clever and amiable old lady. The next morning (for I spent the night there) after all breakfasting together, we went down by a postern gate to the river-side, and awaited the arrival of the Heilbronn steamer; general leave-taking, shaking of hands, gratitude and thanks on the one side, on the other reiterated invitations for the future, which I sincerely hope I may one Heilbronn, day be able to meet. The valley of the Neckar as far as Heil- August bronn, where we arrived on the evening of the same day, is dull enough in all conscience ; indeed, had it not been for the company and always interesting conversation of Steinle, I really do not know what I should have done with myself; such a contrast with the preceding day !
** Between Heilbronn and the Lake of Constance, however, a new scene opens out; I see Germany under a totally new aspect, I understand at last what German poets mean when they rave about the lovely * Schwabenland ' and call it the
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* Perle deutscher Gauen ' ; I can now imagine the existence of landed patriotism (if I may be allowed the expression) among the Germans coming from that part of the country. It is, indeed, an enchanting panorama ; a never-ceasing variety of rich, {H-ofusely fertile valleys, studded with cheerful, bright- * looking, home-inviting villages, and enclosed by chains of gently undulating hills. The corn was ripe, and waved in golden stripes across the variegated plains; the peasants, a picturesquCi good-humoured set, were scattered over the fields, some mowing down the heavy laden wheat, others binding it into graceful sheaves ; in one respect the scene reminded me of my own dear country : it looked as if a blessing were on it
"On our road we passed through Ulm,^ and visited the uimiits cathedral, some parts of which (especially the portico) are ^^^^'*^- very beautiful and elegant ; the interior contains a magnificent and highly elaborate tabernacle, and some wood-carving by Syrlin of exquisite workmanship ; the whole, however, left a melancholy impression on both of us, especially on Steinle, who is an ardent Catholic. It stands neglected and half-finished, in the midst of a miserable, rambling town-village, a thing of olden times, for whose presence one can hardly account It was built, or rather, begun, as a monument of Catholicism ; the country round it has become Protestant; itself has been protestantized ; it has been disfigured by an incongruous heap of business-like pews ; it is no longer accessible at every hour of the day, from Sunday to Sunday its walls re-echo no sound but the occasional tread of the pew-opener, as he dusts the seats of those who pay him for it ; the soul has left the grey old pile ; it is a stately corpse. What artist, however un- catholic in his belief, can contemplate those old Gothic churches, with their glorious tabernacles and other ornaments equally beautiful and equally disused, without painfully feeling what
* Sec sketch, "A Monk Dividing Enemies,'' Leighton House Collection, "Ulm^ 1852.*'
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an almost deadly blow the Reformation was to High Art, what a powerful incentive it removed, irrecoverably? Who, in his heart of hearts, can but dwell with melancholy regret on the times when art was coupled with belief, and so many divine works were virtually expressions of faith? What a purifying and ennobling influence was thus exercised over the taste of the artist! an influence which nothing can replace. This influence was incalculably gfreat; no dwelling was so humble but it owned a crucifix ; no artist so poor in capacity but endeavoured to produce something not unworthy of his sub- ject ; the general tone of taste thus produced reacted on everything; witness the most insignificant doorlatch or orna- ment that remains to us from the Middle Ages. Is it not remarkable that the first artists of the modern day, in the higher walk of art, I mean, are Catholics? Cornelius and Steinle were bom in the Church of Rome ; Veit and Over- beck went over to it ; Pugin, too, our great architect, was converted by his art to the Catholic faith. August 15, ** From Friedrichshafen a delightful sail took us across the emerald coloured Lake of Constance to Bregenz, where I parted from Steinle.
Sunday.
reflection,
Pebble ** I am sitting at my window in the inn (hdtel, I'll trouble
August 21 yo"') 2tt Meran. For the first time since I left Innsbruck I Saturday.* have leisure again to take up my pen. As I look back on my journey through the Tyrol, so far as it goes, I am forcibly I make a struck with the reflection that my enjoyment of it has been much keener this time than ever it was before ; this in- creased enjoyment has not, I feel, arisen from any external or adventitious circumstances ; last time that I was in this lovely country, I contemplated it with ease and comfort from the rumble of our own carriage ; this time I have jolted through it under all the disadvantages attendant on an Eilwagen and indiff"erent weather ; it has arisen in the greater development
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of my artistic sensibilities, in my sharpened perception of the charms of nature, which discloses to me now a thousand beauties that found no echo in me when I saw them last. I congratulate myself on this reflection. If any man should be constantly penetrated with gratitude for a gift bestowed on and feel him, it is the artist who has realised as his share a genuine ^'^^"^• love for nature; for his enjoyment, if he puts his gift to usury, increases with the days of his life.
"Another circumstance, which has greatly augmented my relish of the Tyrol, is that, at every step, it assumes more and more the character of my darling Italy ; 1 have watched with fond anxiety every litde token that whispered of the south ; the gently purpling tints that steal gradually over the distant hills, as one advances towards the land of the amaranthine Apennines, the slow but steadily progressive change of vegeta- tion, the gaunt and ragged fir giving way by degrees to the encroachment of a richer and more gently rustling shade, the anxiously watched gradations, the climax at last ; the walnut, i get first, *few and far between,' but warmly welcome, with its fh^andd-^ clustering leaves of juicy green ; the chestnut, with its long, ^^^^ °^ graceful, dark-hued foliage ; the vine, again, no longer, as in the north, tied stiffly to a row of sticks (like a regiment of gooseberry bushes), but luxurious, wildly spreading, gracefully trained along rows of outward-slanting, basket-like trellis-work, and wreathed here and there by a pious hand up a roadside image of the Crucifixion in illustration of the words of Christ : ^/ am the true vine.* Now, too, the dark striped, portly pumpkins, with their gorgeous flame-like flowers, begin to appear, sometimes drowsily lolling under the tremulous shade of the mantling vines, sometimes basking with half-closed eyes down the unscorched lizard-haunted walls, sometimes trained across from house to house, hanging like Chinese lamps over the heads of the passers by. Presently, a fig^-tree — two — three — more — plenty! A cypress — and, by Jove! look at
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that terrace of stately, heavy-laden citron and orange trees! Nothing is wanting now but the olive. How could I pass by such dear old friends without loitering a little among them? and spout A faithful lover, I return, after six years of longing absence, a parable. ^^ ^j^^ home of her of my inward heart; I hurry along, I have already crossed the garden gate, I breathe the air she breathes, 1 see from afar the bower where she dwells; but as I hasten along the well-known path, a thousand reminis- cences of her arise from every object around me, and cling to me, and throw a gende net across my faltering step, and whisper softly to my dream-wrapt brain — I am spellbound — I linger, even in my impatience.
" I must not forget the excessively picturesque appearance of all the towns and villages south of Innsbruck ; long, narrow, tortuous streets, lined on each side with never-ceasing vistas of arcades, and enclosed by houses of most fancifully artistic irregularity ; as one passes along the vaulted galleries the eye is constantly caught by some picturesque object; either the peasants, as they stroll along in their divers costumes, or the many-coloured, richly piled fruit stalls that every now and then fill the arches, or, through an open door, the endless depth of vaulted passages and fantastic staircases and irregular in- ward courts and yards, offering to the artist's eye a play of Hghts and shades and mysterious, dreamy half-tints that might shame even a Rembrandt or an Ostade. As the exterior of alt the houses is (with the exception, of course, of the ornaments) scrupulously white, the streets, narrow as they are, reflecting, by the luminous nature of their local tint, the light of day into the remotest corner, have a most cheerful aspect
** Of the Tyrolese themselves, three qualities seem to me to characterise them, qualities which go well hand in hand with^ and, I think it is not fanciful to say, are in great measure a key to, their well-known frankness and open-hearted honesty. I mean Piety, which shines out amongst them in many litde
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thinjj^, a love for the art, which with them is, in fact, an outward manifestation of piety, and which is sufficiently dis- played by the numberless scriptural subjects, painted or in relief, which adorn the cottages of the poorest peasants, and, last not least, a love for flowers (in other words, for nature), which is written in the lovely clusters of flowers which stand in many-hued array on the window-sills of every dwelling. The works of all the really great artists display that love for flowers. Raphael did not consider it 'niggling,* as some of our broad-handling moderns would call it, to group humble daisies round the feet of his divine representation of the Mother of Christ. I notice that two plants^ especially, {H'oduce a beautiful eflect, both of form and colour, against the cool grey walls : the spreading, dropping, graceful carna- tion, with its bluish leaves and crimson flowers, and the slender, antlered, thousand-blossomed oleander.
" One of the sights in Innsbruck has left on me a deep and, Pebble i v. I hope, a lasting impression : the bronze statues in the Fran- statues in ciscan church; they are the flnest specimens of German ^°'*^^"**^^- mediaeval sculpture that I ever saw, and grew on me as I gazed at them in a manner which I hardly ever felt before; their great merit consists in combining in the most astounding manner the most consummate knowledge of the art with all the simplicity of nature and the most striking individuality (that first of artistic qualities), and exhibiting at the same time the most elaborate finish in the details, with greatest possible breadth and grandeur of general masses ; this quality is particularly conspicuous amongst the women, three, especially, standing side by side, show, by three perfect examples, the whole secret of ornamental economy; the one, whose dress is ornamented with all the richness of which a luxurious ima- gination and an unparalleled power of execution were capable, recovers its simplicity of outline and mass by having a tightly
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fitting body and sleeve and a skirt of moderate amplitude ; the second, whose ornaments, though richly, are more broadly disposed, retains its balance by a slightly increased amplitude of drapery ; while the third, whose dress is altogether without embroidery, acquires a corresponding effect by large, loose
I take on, sleeves and richly folded skirt, and two large plaits hanging down her back. What an opportunity this would be, backed by these giants of breathing bronze, to make an indignant descent on some paltry and muddle-headed modems, who don't know how to discriminate between that kind of finish which proceeds from the love of a smooth surface, and makes the artist equally careful of his pumps and of his pictures, and that other kind of minuteness which is the beautiful fruit of a refined love for nature, and proceeds from a feeling of piety towards the mother of art, and who complacently call 'nigg- ling,' a quality above the appreciation of their breadtk-mad brains ; who, in their art-made-easy system of ' idealising ' (forsooth), look for artistic ' beauty ' in a facial angle of so and so much. What with the Greeks was an abstract of MAN, and very appropriately applicable in the cases of demi- gods (that the ancients could, and did, *en tems et lieu,' individualise, may be sufficiently seen in their admirable portraits), becomes with them an absurdly misapplied average of mankind, not a man, or men. The leading feature in Nature is a manifold individuality, an endless variety; she is like a diamond, that glances with a thousand hues. 'Indeed!' I hear them contemptuously sneering, *you don't seem to be aware, sir, that ideal beauty is the great centre
and lay on, of all these extreme varieties, and the only thing worthy of a great artist's attention.' 'Well, gentlemen,' say /, 'with- out inconsistency, you can't get out of the way of the following mouthful : there are (perhaps you will allow) three elementary colours, which in different combinations produce every variety of hue ; but, the great centre of these
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three extremely various colours is grey, non-colour . . . the ideal of a bit of colouring, ''the only thing worthy of the attention of a great colourist^' is a picture with no colour in it at cUl.^ However, Messrs. the Generalisists and Apol- linisists * have every reason to congratulate themselves on the extensive circulation of their views, for their ideal' is but bottle visible in every haircutter s window. Never mind, I must J^^. contain myself — but the rod is in pickle !
'*A glorious amphitheatre of lofty mountains! On one PcbWeV. side rugged, sternly rising, crenelated, grey, snow-strewn; m«»*"- on the other, dreamy, far outspreading, gently vanishing, southward luring, softly glowing, wrapt in tints of loveliest azure, gradually blending with the silver-fretted sky. A spreading, fertile gushing valley. Down the sunny, swelling slopes, across the embosomed plain, an endless, curling, wreathing flood of gold-green vines, foaming and eddying with purple grapes. Through the verdant waves, like rushes in a stream, the Indian corn raises its slender form and feathered head in long array. Beneath, outstretched at ease, the pumpkin winks and yawns. At the foot of a steep- fronted, purpling rock, skirting the glowing vineyards, a foaming mountain stream, emerald and silver. Along the heights, nestling in verdure, rise thickly scattered, castellated villas, looking, with their bright, white walls, like smiles on the face of the earth. An epitome of what is rich and joyous and unfettered in landscape. The Alpha and Omega of all that is charming in the Tyrol. Meran!
** I can say no more for it
" To my mind, it is inferior to Italy only in one respect : it is wanting in that glowing, strongly marked individuality, that earnest beauty, that 'charm that is in melancholy,' which fascinates so powerfully in the land of wine and oil.
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PebWevi. " To be able to say that, on returning after long years to luiy I a country whose image memory has, during the whole of that time, fondled with all the partiality of ardent attachment, one has found one s best expectations realised, is, in this world of disappointments and frustrated expectations, indeed a rare thing; but to find imagination surpassed by reality is rarer still ; yet it is my case now that I once more breathe the air and tread the soil of Italy. For this, I feel more grateful than I can say ; for to have been disappointed in these hopes would I •* leai- have been to me the greatest of miseries ; as it is, my enjoyment AjneHcans IS a double One : that which is occasioned by the positive, in- ^^' trinsic beauty of what I see, and that, not less great, of recalling
at the same time a happy, long-dwelt-on past This I have and find more particularly experienced since my arrival in Verona ; t^k\hat *^^ ^^^^ * queer feature in my queer idiosyncrasy obtrudes I am a itsclf to noticc, i.e. the extraordinary dominion exercised over party. me by the senses of smell and hearing! That I do labour under these peculiarities I always knew, but to what a ludi- crous extent, I did not find out till, on arriving here (Verona), I was suddenly seized by a gust of a thousand smells and a din of a thousand sounds, some always remembered, others long-forgotten, suddenly rising up again to my memory. I was spellbound, the veil of the past was torn up, I was fairly carried back against the stream of time. Ridiculous as it may sound, my enjoyment of Italy, independently, of course, of the art (which is an extraordinary tissue of reality and illusion), would be very imperfect without this combination of trifles. One thing, I think, must affect every one agree- ably ; I mean the exquisitely humorous cries of the vendors in the thoroughfares and market-places; who could hear and not remember the loud, expostulatory shriek with which the one dwells on the excellencies of his handkerchiefs, the argu- mentative and facetious tone in which another infers that comfort is not possible without a supply of his matches, that
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urgent wail with which a third deplores that man should have so little appreciation of his baked apples, the muddy, halfnsuffocated tenor with which a fourth proclaims his water- melons, or the rabid, piercing soprano which seems to warn the public that ' if those violets are not bought pretty quick, there will soon be none to buy ' ? **
** I do not think there exists anywhere a more powerfully PebWe and fantastically individual town than Verona; it is to Italy what Nuremburg is to Germany ; but it is a transfiguration of Nuremburg ; in point of wildly picturesque variety it defies description and surpasses expectation ; it is saturated with art ; wherever one turns, the eye is struck by some beautiful remnant of the taste — that was ; of that glowing, sterling feeling for art, which spread itself over everything, and en- nobled whatever it touched. Hardly a house that cannot boast of a sculptured archway, or some such token of ancient splendour; not a church, even the most insignificant, but is crowded with old paintings in oil and fi-esco, few of which are bad, some very good, a few excellent, but all in a far higher tone of feeling than nine-tenths of the shallow, papery daubs with which the nineteenth century covers its carcase of steam engines. No wonder — they are all scriptural or apocryphal subjects, and were all painted with an ardent belief in the faith to which they all owe their existence ; from thence arose, amongst other excellencies, a certain naif, ingenuously childlike treatment of the miraculous, which, combined with the manly dignity of consummate art, gives them an indescribable charm, which nothing can replace. Now-— with us, at least, of the cold belief — men throw really eminent talents — to the dogs. But, for us Protestant artists, things are made much worse than they in any way need be, by the total rejection of pictures and statuary in our churches. Now, three centuries back, in the first ebullition of reformatory
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fanaticism, such a practice was not only comprehensible, but even a natural and necessary consequence and token of their total disavowal of everything approaching to the Romish form of worship; but its continuance at present amongst us is, not only contrary to the spirit of the Anglican Church, which after all, when compared to Lutheranism and Cal- vinism, is a conservative one, but is founded on arguments altogether untenable with any degree of consistency ; for if, as we are told, pictures and statues distract the attention and produce a worldly frame of mind, if it be true indeed that works of high art (for, of course, no others are here taken into consideration), than which surely nothing is more calculated to raise the tone of the mind and prepare it for the reception of elevated impressions, have indeed so per- nicious an effect, then, it is evident, by the same argument, the beauties of architecture, the eldest of the sister arts, must be equally rejected; at the sight of a Gothic church, that offspring of Christianity, we must shrug our shoulders and say with pious aversion : * Vanitas vanitatum ! ' But the Church of England has not gone as far as that ; indeed, great attention is paid to our Church's architecture ; is there no inconsistency here? Or does the Church, terrified by the example of Romish image-worship, fear a similar evil amongst us, whose belief is so infinitely more circumscribed than that of Rome ? Or is she so tender of admitting symbols into her bosom, she, whose corner-stone is a symbol : the Last Supper?
** To return to Verona.
Pebble ** As Gamba, owing to the time which my letter took in
^^^* reaching him, was not able to meet me at the time appointed,
I remained two days at Verona, days to which I shall always
look back with unmixed pleasure. I indulged, this time (the
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'sight-seeing/ but strolled about the whole town in every direction, dropping into churches, staring at tombs and palaces and piazzas and pictures, just as if rolled past me in the ever- varying panorama. I was struck, in the Tyrol, with the pro- fusion of flowers everywhere displayed ; but here I see far The more, and those, too, more artistically distributed ; they rise in love^"**^*^ double and treble tiers on, in, and about the gracefully curved ^^"^^^ balconies, and assert their sway wherever human ingenuity makes it possible to place a flower-pot, and in a great many other places besides ; creepers wreathe from window to window, and vines actually springing from holes in the walls, with no visible root or origin at all, spread their graceful mantle over the walls of crumbling palaces. Of the Veronese themselves, I cannot say that they are a handsome race ; the women especially, though they have a great deal of character in their features, are generally far from good-looking. Amongst the peasants I saw some very fine men ; they have, some of them, very good legs, slender and well shaped as a Donatello or a and have Ghiberti. ^"^^^
*' On Thursday Gamba came, just as I was giving him up Thursday, in a high state of despair and mystification. We hurried at ^^l^*^ once by Padua to Venice, where I found your letter. Gamba.
"As I look through what I have written, before sending it iiook off to you, I feel, painfully, that my style is clumsy, stuttering, feci *" incoherent; that I am wordy, without saying enough; that I ***^™«<^» am overfree in my use of fanciful epithets, without giving an adequate idea of the suggestive beauty of what I see ; that I am sometimes almost mawkish, without saying half I feel ; that I am incorrigibly slovenly and forgetful ; that I can't write, that I cant spell. In answer to all this, I can only and make answer by referring to a little premonitory observation at the excJJS*^ foot of my first page, i.e. Quality of Pebbles not warranted.
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(This blank represents three weeks.) Sept. i6. ''September i6. — Many happy returns of the day, dear
Gussy ! The other day I took a pair of scales, and put into the one vessel the price you would have to pay for the postage of a congratulatory letter to be received by you on your birth- day, and into the other a pleasure which a surprise might afford you ; the postage outweighed its rival ; so I wrote no letter. If my directions have been attended to, you will, no doubt, have received a far more satisfactory outward and visible sign erf my good wishes. Sept. i8. ''September i8. — The same to you, Papa! . . . Can the
river offer its fountain a drink f
Pebble I. "Three weeks (apparently months) have elapsed since I
Sept. 19. last soared on the descriptive pinion ; now, and only now, on
the eve of my departure from Venice, I find time and leisure
again to pour on the past a libation of pen and ink. I resume
iiucu- the quill with a feeling of disheartenment. With what in-
^'*^^* tentions did I begin to write this (journal) ? Had I not hoped
when I to note down, at once and in all their freshness, my emotions
&c! Ac'' and impressions just as I should receive them } and to speak
also sometimes of the thousand little incidents that fall in one s
path, and which form the arabesque round the chapter of life 'i
And how are my hopes fulfilled ? Behold me, on the morning
of the last day, the day of parting, packing, paying, and pass-
whereas, ports, forced to throw in a hurried and disconnected heap a
few general remarks concerning what I have seen and heard
and felt and found, and not found, during my stay in the home
and even of Titian. And even that, how difficult! For in this short
&c.?' ^ stay, sight has succeeded sight, emotion has followed emotion,
in one continued merry-go-round ; I have been alternately
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grave and gay, melancholy and jocose, dejected and enrap- tured ; add to this that in my mind, as in the dissolving views, one picture always effaces its predecessor, and you will at once perceive that I am in the position of a man trying to see the pebbles at the bottom of a muddy brook, or his natural face in a basin of gruel.
" Now, I again repeat what I made a preliminary condition : but you that I send you the pebbles, loose and disjointed, and that ^^'^^^^ *^- I don't undertake to make a necklace of them.
" ' But whose fault is all this ? ' (I hear you ask).
" During my stay here (I continue, without attending to your besides, question) I have been up nearly every day de/ore the sun (about fluit^ ^^ five o'clock), and after working and tearing about the town all day, towards evening I was not sorry to . . .
•' Do you guess how it was I wrote so little ?
" Here a little observation obtrudes itself to my notice. Man a little (for there is nothing like throwing your own frailties on man- ^^^^^^^ kind in general) is born with an irresistible tendency to talk at something or somebody ; eighteen pages back I was talking to nobody; or, if I did address anything, it was that very vague personage, the future ; now I find myself getting more and more personal ; you's, I expect, will soon get up to fifty per cent
'* Venice ! Mighty word, city of endless associations, image p«^^*<^ ^i- that fills the mind! What impressions has it left on me? I shrink from answering a question so difficult to ainswer /atrfy, and from dissecting a point of such intricate anatomy. Whilst I think it over, I will g^ve you a picture or two to look at ; you shall have a peep out of the window where I sit writing. It is a picture. early morning, everything is cool and calm, in silent, almost breathless expectation of the not yet risen sun. Before your eyes rises one of the most splendid views in Europe, that of the Grand Canal from the steps of the Academy ; the stately.
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dark green street of waters reflects on its wide-spreading mirror the grey and crumbling palaces, and the lovely form of Sta. Maria della Salute, with her domes of dazzling white. Not a ripple mars its glossy surface, except where, at rare intervals, some silent gondola glides swiftly along, scattering the sparkling drops from its graceful oar, or where, here and there, the playful * aura mattutina ' has left too rough a kiss upon its slumbering cheek. No sound is heard, but the distant, even, measured chimes, that seem to be rocking on the silence of the morning. Along its marge, singly, or clustering in close array beneath (Parcn- roofs of vine-covered trellis, lie the far-famed, ebon-coloured, Pebble swiftly gliding gondolas of Venice. * Gondolas ! ' Whilst the Gondolas.) ^^^ ^^ Hsing, let me say a word or two on gondolas. It has always excited my great surprise that these barks, which are graceful almost beyond imagination, are, in point of fact, in their present shape the offspring of a period, next to our own, the most execrable in point of taste which the world has produced. I mean the end of the seventeenth, or rather the beginning of the eighteenth century. Yet, so it is. In the time of Carpaccio and the Bellinis they were queer, tolerably uncouth contrivances, about two-thirds of their present length, pointed and equally curved at both ends, so as to resemble as nearly as possible a slice of melon, dead of the cholera. In Titian's day the shape began to taper out a litde, and the iron points or knobs, at both ends, rose to a greater height, and were enriched with a serrated ornament; but they did not assume their present slender proportions and graceful orna- ment, at the prow only, till the eighteenth century ; as also the mysterious and exquisitely comfortable little cabins or coffins, which now surmount them, and which formerly were open behind and before, forcing the passenger to sit upright ! They contained then the rudiment of an idea of grace, which took its natural growth and development in spite of man. Meanwhile, for I have been watching him, the sun has
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appeared above the horizon ; not that I see his own, real, glorious face, for he is hidden behind an ancient palace, but I see his reflection glowing in the eye of nature. First a gentle, tremulous, golden light began to steal along the dappled morning sky, warning all the little, distant, fleecy clouds to shake their plumes, for that it was going to begin ; then, of course, the water took up the tune ; and then (it was fit the biggest building should set the example) the ' Salute ' assumed a saffron hue, and gradually one by one all the palaces on one side of the Canal, right up to our windows, and, did not you notice ? your own face took quite a shine. For a while you yourself and everything round you seems wrapped in a trance ; presently you begin to write. How is this.^ The whole picture begins to dance and quiver. Our Lady della Salute glows with a deeper blush, and trembles. Then, suddenly, her redness vanishes, her glorious countenance sparkles, and she raises her stately form in a garment of burnished silver ; the gondolas that nestle round her feet, and hem in the whole length of the Canal, seem like a fillet of sparkling gems around a web of emerald and gold ; the sky is a sea of light ; the sun is in the wide heavens — it's time for breakfast. Waiter, coffee and rolls !
'* * Do you mean,* I hear you urge, * to come to the i am re- point, and tell us how you like Venice?' ^^^ *
** Another picture! (pretending not to hear). The same but take scene, but under a different aspect How different! Just p^^^icTv now it was a scene of dawning life, a burst of gladness — now it is a mild, a gentle dream, an Italian moonlight night, a Venetian moonlight night— calm, clear, soft, fancy stirring. You lean idly out of the window ; there are two of you, or ought to be, but you don't say anything to one another ; you are rocked in silence ; you feel the sweet, warm breath of night pass over your cheek ; you think of Shakespeare's ex- quisite verses on what he never saw but with the eye of his
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boundless fancy ; you are sitting with Jessica and Lorenzo (that is his name» I think) on a bank of violets ; you are anxiously waiting for Portia and her company ; your ear is attentive to every sound ; presently a sweet, half-heard strain, like a distant echo, dawns on your ear ; then it is lost again ; again it swells, and seems to glide gently along the shadowy waters towards you, nearer, still nearer. You see a track of gleaming light along the water, and at intervals a shower of tiny stars ; it's no illusion ; they glide along towards you, the voices that rose from the distant waters; they are almost beneath your window. Quick, quick, a gondola; a dozen or more musicians, with every kind of instrument, sit together in a bark, and alternately play and sing lovely melodies by the musicians of Italy. As long as the strain lasts the oar is suspended, and the floating orchestra drifts slowly along with the slowly ebbing tide; round it, a cluster of gondolas, full of breathless listeners whose very soul seems to melt with the delicious sounds, and combine with them*^at least, you can answer for yourself, for you are one of them. Those are moments which you, I am sure, will never forget You in- ** * You are beating about the bush, we want an ans . . . .'
£[tTtSfc ''Another picture! (taking no notice of you)— a bit of no notice. Qiorgione, coloured by Veronese. You are in an atelier ; pic- tures and sketches in different stages of advancement lie about the tables and cover the easels ; at one end of the room you see a large cupboard ; its open doors betray within layers of rich old silks and damasks, some made up, some in pieces, as they were found at the antiquary's ; further, an old mando- line, that perhaps could tell of the days of Titian. Through the large, gaping window you look upon a group of the most picturesque Venetian houses, with their fanciful basket-shaped chimneys and irregular windows and thousand - fold tints ; the foreground is gracefully supplied by a screen of slender, net-like trees, amongst which heavy-laden vines wreathe in
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fanciful festoons. But where is Werner? the amiable inmate of this charming snuggery; where his pupils? Ah, I hear them ! Hark ! in the garden, a merry laugh, a clattering of cups, a sound of several voices, a suggestion of enjoyment ; you rush to the scene of action ; on your road you nearly break your neck over a table covered with the remains of a hearty dinner. A few yards further, you see half-a-dozen young men (of course artists) stretched, in every variety of ingeniously comfortable attitude, on a temporary floor of Turkey carpets, in a cool, clear, shady spot beneath arches of roof-weaving vines; in the middle, at comfortable arms length, coffee, and heaps of purple grapes, whilst the in- tervals of conversation are filled by affectionate and earnest appeals to long Turkish pipes. You approach ; you are recog- nised ; seized by the hand, thrown down on the carpet ; and presendy you perceive that an entire afternoon is gone by! But that afternoon becomes a landmark to you. May not such reminiscences well endear a place to one's memory ?
'•'Well, then, I suppose . . .* (say you).
"Never mind, let me continue.
•'Another impression. You are sitting, early in the More
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mornmg, m a spacious, picturesque court ; you have got rest came your sketch-book, and you are busily poring over a draw- ^'^"• ing of a beautiful old Saracenic well ; you are intent on doing it well, on cutting out that friend you have got with you. Presently you are seized with a peculiar sensation ; you have heard, all of a sudden, the voice of an old, old friend, who speaks to you of things you don't see round you ; a veil falls from your eyes ; you feel that you have missed something for some time past ; a vision rises before your eyes — a sweet vision of wooded hills and grassy fields, teem- ing with a thousand wild flowers and sending forth a sweet smell, and of flowing streams, oi fresh waters, of birds singing merrily as they fly from tree to tree, and swing on the
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sJender branches; and then you remember that you dwell in a mysterious city, closed in by the salty sea. Who was the friend that called up these lively images in your mind ? It was a poor, solitary, wandering Bee. But he suggested something else to you, the roaming honey-gatherer — he re- minded you of freedom; reminded you that Freedom had no home there ; and he made you /eel how much you had felt it, how much you had been unconsciously haunted by the breath of oppression that hovers over poor, browbeaten Venice, and whose pestilence clings to its rocky shore, as the rankling seaweed to the skirts of its palaces. Poor Venice! once resounding with joyous voices, now its walls seem, as you pass them, to mutter mournfully of arrests, condemnations, executions! Its narrow streets re-echo with the heavy tread of exulting soldiers, with the watchword of a foreign tongue. Palaces and convents are become bar- racks and infirmaries, and Slavonian troopers loll and spit where the proudest lords and loveliest ladies of Venice used to assemble to the banquet or the ball. But I turn away from such sad reflections, lest they may seem to outweigh all the delight that I have spoken of before.
'* I have rehearsed to you a few of my impressions for good
and for evil, and I think that was the only way of answering
your (imaginary) questions. I need make no apologies for
not describing Venice to you, as you have all seen it, and
it is a place the image of which does not easily fade. I
Pebble VI. might Say a word or two about the Venetians. Whatever
some people may say (and, if I am not mistaken, Byron
What I amongst them), the female Venetian type, such as it is trans-
Iboutit. mitted to us by Titian, Giorgione, Pordenone, &c. {ue. stout,
tall, round-faced, small-mouthed, Roxolane-nosed) has either
totally disappeared, or only manifests itself to a chosen few ;
one feature only I recognise, and that is a profusion of fine
hair, which they plait in the most elaborate manner. A thing
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that rather puzzles those who go to Venice with the idea of seeing Titians and Veroneses at the windows and in the streets, is that the women have altogether left off dyeing their hair auburn as they used in former times. To show you that vanity made the fair sex go through the greatest personal discomfort as far back as the sixteenth century, I will tell you what the process of dyeing was. On the top of nearly every house in Venice is a kind of terrace-like scaffold, or scaffold-like terrace (*you pays your money and takes your choice '), which has the noble vocation of drying linen ; in former days, however, they were built for a different purpose. In the middle of the day, during the greatest heat of the sun, the party anxious to impart to her hair a tint between sugar-candy and radishes repaired to these lofty spots, and there regularly bleached her hair in the following manner: she put on her head the brim of a large straw hat, so that the top of the head was exposed to all the power of the sun, whilst the face and neck were kept in the shade. Through the hole thus left in the middle of this extraordi- nary headgear the whole of the hair was drawn, and spread out as much as possible ; which done, different kinds of waters, made for the express purpose, were passed over it by means of a little sponge fastened to the top of a reed. History does not give the exact number of coups-de-soleil caught in this manner; a few, I should imagine. However, I can warrant the accuracy of my statement, which is bor- rowed from a contemporary author of the highest standing. The men of Venice are neither handsome in the face nor well made in the body. The Venetian dialect is amusing; in the mouth of a woman, if well spoken, it is pretty, musical, childlike, lisping; but in the moudi of a man, for the most part, muddy, stammering, unintelligible,
** There, much as still remains to say, and willingly as I
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dwell on its memory, I must discard Venice, and turn to your kind letter, for it is now, I am afraid, more than a month since I last wrote. This delay has, however, been unavoidable, for when one is travelling, or staying a short time in a place, one is always hurried and flurried in the day-time, and in the evening tired or excited — or both. Next time you hear from me (which will be when I reach Rome) my communication will openly take the shape that this has imperceptibly been attaining, that of a letter ; when I am once settled for the winter I shall, I hope, be better able to write au j^ur le jour. Before entering into your letter, which will be a longish job, I must acknowledge the receipt of one from Papa, containing part of my remittance ; it was written in most kind terms (I tell you this because you can't have seen it, since he wrote in London), and was, I think, the longest I ever got from him, at all events it was the first in which he said anything beyond what was necessary to business. It gave me sincere pleasure. I was touched, it seemed to me that distance had brought me nearer to him ; pray thank him both for that and for the consideration with which he has pro- vided for an emergency which will in fact arise — ^that of my not reaching Rome in October ; I do not expect to get there until the first week in November. Of one thing I must remind Papa ; he talks of sending to Rome the remaining eighty pounds of my second quarter ; he has, I am afraid, forgotten that he gave me sixty for my first ; my remittance this time is only forty pounds, he therefore has only twenty to send to Rome.
*' I now turn to your letter, dear Mamma ; I lay it by my side, and as I read it slowly through, answer it systematically, head for head, for in my present hurry I have indeed no time to pick and choose, or to arrange my topics according to their importance and interest, or even to consult as much as I wish the little amusement that my letters give you. However, I console myself a little with the reflection that it certainly is not the composition of my letters which gratifies you much,.
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for I am painfully aware that my ideas are brought to paper with about as much order as the footprints of a cock-sparrow show on a gravel-walk.
'* You say, dear Mamma, that you have a fear of not telling me all that I wish to hear ; and there, indeed, y