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But I proceed to speak of some other after falling, I suppose, for many hours—and | great lake or arm of the sea, with shores and effects of the fairy fingers of light which im from the heights of heaven, now unobscured promontories, and wbat resembled a distant pressed me at the time as very wonderful and by a single cloud, poured a flood of solemn light-house or old tower—the whole drawn beautiful. The first that I shall mention is moonlight on the white fields, and especially by the capricious hand of Nature, in the the appearance presented one evening by the upon the old cedars. The effect was most most perfect perspective. What particularly Blue Ridge Mountains. I was rambling late impressive. The lower boughs of the trees struck me was the tint of this lake, which in the afternoon, just as the sun was sinking, ) are about six feet from the ground; on this you might have fancied Lake Como or Magand had been indulging that mood of idle night their extremities nearly rested on the giore. It was of an exquisite light-greenreverie which takes the attention away from earth, or rather the white shroud covering that peculiar shade which you may see on the one's actual surroundings, when suddenly I the circle. Every bough from base to sum- young leaf of the grape just bursting from was aware that some great change had taken mit was borne down by the dense white | its sheath, around the incipient bunch, and place in the landscape. I looked up and be drifts, nearly disappearing, and only permit- perhaps in the first buds of the ash. As I • held a superb spectacle. The sun was al- ting you to trace the outlines by an almost gazed at this dreamy lake, with its far, mismost resting on the summit of the western imperceptible edging of green. In the ghostly ty headlands and towers, I said: “Here, at woods, and, abruptly bursting from between moonlight the appearance of the trees was least, is something which no painter will ever two long, parallel masses of cloud as black weird and strange. They resembled, as they reproduce.” Ending all, at the summit of as ebony, flooded the whole world with angry stood in semicircle around the white trellis in these wondrous strata of the March sunset, crimson. I had often observed, however, the centre, a solemn group of white-haired was a canopy of the deepest blue--not the this peculiar effect, and greatly admired the monarchs, or hoary Druids motionless around tender blue of spring, but the rich and mared flush on stone-walls or tree-trunks. What their altar. This will, no doubt, seem fanci- ture tint of August, seen behind piled-up especially impressed me now was the wonderful in the extreme; but the comparison in- masses of snowy clouds, wafted by the wind. ful appearance of the Blue Ridge. I can stantly occurred.
As in the case of my other sunset view, only describe it by saying that it resembled A last effect of light, which I witnessed this
one lasted only for a few moments. The a mass of red-hot coals of fire fanned to the some time since, will now be mentioned, one rich purple of the mountain faded ; the shores utmost extent of combustion, short of white of the most delicate, beautiful, and evanes of the lake broke up and disappeared in mist; heat, by some great wind. The swelling sum- cent scenes that it has ever been my fortune to the evanescent green vanished; and the blue mits, the masses of forest, the clearings here behold. Walking out in the evening—it was an above gradually mingled with the twilight; and there with their minute white farm- evening of spring—I looked at the somewhat the sun was gone, and my landscape was gone houses, the gap, like a gash in the range, and subdued tints of the woods and fields, and with it — to reappear somewhere at some one great tree which stands at the point of reflected upon the high coloring and very great time, perhaps, in the next thousand or hunintersection of the boundaries of three coun- prominence given by some writers of fiction, dred thousand years ! ties—all, of so tender a blue ordinarily, was say the excellent and kindly G. P. R. James I envy sometimes the faculty of the paintnow one mass of flaming, or rather glowing, to descriptions of landscapes. The conclu- er, and wish I had it in my power to imprison fire. The effect was dazzling. The very sky sion arrived at, I believe, was that these de these flitting glories of Nature, while she seemed to reflect the intense light and heat. scriptions were somewhat "overdone"-that endows the world with her prodigal and caImagine, if you can, a whole mountain-range Nature, after all, was not so brilliant a land pricious moods — withdrawing them almost on fire and at a red heat; you may then form scape-artist as the novelists and the painters before the eye takes in fully their strange some faint idea of this wonderful spectacle insisted upon making her. I had just reached beauty. The brush can alone convey an idea which dazzled me then, and will remain in my this conclusion when I turned and gazed idly, of them. Only a greut painter could repromemory as long as I live. It lasted for only as though to fortify myself in my theory, duce that wonderful Blue Ridge, made of fire a quarter of an hour at farthest. Then the toward the North Mountain in the west, where and blood--the solemn, snow-laden cedars in crimson gradually faded; a light red suc- the sun was sinking. Never have I seen a the winter night — and my beautiful Lake ceeded; then a dim, misty orange followed; spectacle of more tranquil, delicate, and ex. Como sleeping in calm beauty on the purple then the sun sank behind the mountains; and quisite beauty. I have tried to describe the summit of the North Mountain. the landscape, donning its veil, entered on angry and flaming Blue Ridge, from which
John ESTEN COOKE. the night-that is, upon nothingness. you might have fancied you heard, borne on
Let me contrast my summer landscape the wind, the roar of a great conflagration. now with a winter one. I have mentioned But how shall I paint the delicious blending WHO WAS THE FIRST the old cedars ranged around the circle in of every delicate tint in my dreamy sunset front of the house. They are not the com seen on this evening? The airs were per
FAUST? mon cedars of the region of the Shenandoah, | fectly still, and not a leaf or a twig on the but made no pretension to the elegant pro- trees was stirring. The day seemed dying si
THE colossal German myth of the sixportions and rich pensile boughs, with deli- lently, without a murmur even ; it was the teenth century is well remembered, cately-rounded extremities, of the balsam- hour of dreams, and the west was a suitable both in its primal prose form and in the evergreens of the banks of the Hudson and accompaniment for such a mood.
great poem of Goethe, because of its central the St. Lawrence, where you may see and ad Let me try to describe the scene and the truth, the conflict of humanity therein repremire a hundred beautiful varieties. Still they tints, as I looked at them with close atten- sented. It is this eternal conflict which viplease the eye; birds sing in them, and the tion. The picture was divided, as it were, talizes and perpetuates the myth and the thickly - fringed boughs afford in winter a into five distinct strata, and I begin at the poem, and I may say the kindred myths resting - place for the snow-flakes. It was lowest, proceeding upward: The lowest was found in many literatures of the globe both these-the snow-flakes--and a rich moon. a large field, in which the first blades of the in ancient and in modern time. light added, which made the winter “effect” spring grass were peeping up, an almost im In 1587, at Frankfort-on-the-Main, apI aim now to notice. The winter had been perceptible green, but still perceptible as the peared in printed form the first Faust-myth, remarkably free from snow, and I had re light fell athwart the expanse revealing the and so early as that there was a clear and tired one night, leaving the outer world bare, tint. Beyond this, the eye swept on to the full expression of the dissatisfactions of hubleak, dark-such a landscape as you do not “Great North Mountain," and here began the manity rebelling against the natural limitacare to look at a second time--and strive to fine picture. The long range was of the deepest tions of human existence. The discontent shut out with curtains, a cheerful blaze, the and most vivid purple-red tinted with blue, which pervades all human life in every age glimmer of shaded lamps, and the last maga- but the blue in excess. I can say with truth is represented in Faust, but not on the zine. Toward daylight something woke me, that I have never seen in any painted picture, plane of the humility which accepts of the and I saw a vague light through the window, however brilliant its coloring, any thing to inevitable as being the best for each and all; and went to it. The whole face of the world equal the rich splendor of this purple-nor the Unzufriedenheit of the German Faust-myth had changed. A sudden snow-storm had de- any thing so exquisitely delicate as the next is the basis of an ideal ambition, which, scended on mountain and valley—had ceased of the strata above. This was apparently a through alliance with supernatural powers of
eril, would tear down the walls of natural his inability to get rid of his body. In with the highest attributes of wisdom, the limitation, and grasp knowledge, honors, and praying for immortality, he had forgotten to wisdom denied to mortals hitherto, I will run enjoyment, far beyond those degrees em pray for perpetual youth. So age came with the risk of the consequences of disobeying braced by human experience. In the keen increasing infirmities, and yet no release God by going counter to his one restriction, conflict Faust experienced between the ideal could be found in death, that gate being for- and I will venture all upon the one object of and the actual, the emphasis is chiefly laid ever closed against him. This conflict being able to see and to know with the eyes on knowledge-knowledge all-comprehending, eclipsed that which is common to all men in of a god.” It was, indeed, a grand motive, before whose potency all mysteries of Nature all times. Pythonous, life growing more but, in method, a rebellion against the natin the heavens, the eartb, and under the tiresome, presents a new prayer to Aurora. ural limitation. The antagonism of life was earth, should flee away. It was a struggle He now prays for death, The goddess in- | thereby freshly opened, and the endless warfor knowledge on the plane of a god, a sally forms him that it is contrary to the law of fare between the ideal and the actual begun. for the conquest of omniscience, a rebellious celestial life that gods should recall the gifts Her sorrows and man's sorrows became augimpatience with the ignorance that remains they bestow. He now sees that he cannot mented. Though the earth should yield the in the luman mind after all the sciences undo his past folly and regain the condition nutritious herb, and bread to the sweating have been diligently and thoroughly learned. he enjoyed. But, in his sadness, Aurora sent toiler, yet the eyes of humanity opened anew Mephistopheles, not an emperor like Satan, the only possible relief by transmuting him to the manifold antagonism which Nature but a cunning devil of subordinate rank-into a cicada,* and permitting him as grass- everywhere presented. The wide world now really an incarnate sneer-offers Faust this hopper to sing in the grass the song common became their garden, and necessity their supernatural knowledge on certain condi- to that race. Pythonous was the Greek Faust teacher. tions. The thing sought is deemed the in a somewhat simpler form.
If woman relatively represents love, while greatest good; the method of seeking it stood But has it occurred to us that the oldest, man relatively represents wisdom, her earlier confessedly evil from the fact that diabolical, and I will say the grandest, Faust representa- surrender to the temptation would imply that agency only could secure for him that pos- tion the world has read of is met with in the primary appeals of temptation are to this session. The word Faust in the German the Garden of Eden, and that in the personal element of being; and that, through the false tongue signifies fist, the symbol of combat, life of a woman? Such is the fact, and the leadings of love, the intellect also is drawn and that emblem is a true token of the cen same problem of which I bave spoken is into the false way. So long as the reigning tral meaning of the myth and poem, provided there present in all its magnitude, and in love is unseduced, the Eden remains unspoiled. we are careful to remember that the combat touching simplicity, in the story of Eve, the As fruit may be gathered too early for health, is not confined to the physical plane, but is first woman, and the first Faust. Read the so there is knowledge, good in itself, which an invisible fight between the strivings of the story under that view.
may be prematurely acquired. The devil's higher nature and the limitations and hu It is immaterial to this survey whether method of knowledge does not end happily, miliations of the actual existence of man. It we agree with Origen in regarding the story but always ends in the loss of the Eden contains the problem to which every individ- of the fall as an instructive allegory, or look and in worse conditions. In the story, God's ual and generation of the race is born, the upon it as a literal history of what occurred method of getting to the fruit of the tree of real riddle of the sphinx who devours those at the beginning of the primitive pair. The knowledge is not disclosed. Obeying awhile who do not answer it aright, the problem lesson is the same, though on a larger scale, longer would have won it and prevented so which is always waiting to be solved, and if we admit with Swedenborg that Adam, like much unhappiness. The first Faust, then, is which few seem to solve wisely and well. Israel, is a collective name for many, for the found in the primitive garden, and in the
• The Teutonic race had nothing greater in human race at that time. Under this latter person of the first woman. its early literature than the Faust-myth; and view, Eve, representing the womanly half of Christianity is the highest solution of the that it belonged to a stratum in the mental mankind, reminds us of a period when the conflict between good and evil, and gives the geology of Europe, is clear from the fact that passion for knowledge became intense and all spirit and method of harmonizing the elements about the same time similar weird legends commanding in the feminine part of the of human nature in a good life, in which huappeared in other nations, that of Don Juan world, woman being the first aspirant for the mility and aspiration are duly united. in Spain, that of Twardowsky in Poland, that supernatural fullness of intelligence, a wisdom
Rev. E. G. HOLLAND. of Merlin in England, and of Robert le Di on the plane of the "gods," making its posable in Normandy.
sessor the peer † of the Deity. Though the logic of such myths is in all In the story of the primal Eden, the sub THE THREE AMERICAN ages substantially the same, the ascending tle serpent plays the part of prime persuader scale seems to control their formation till the in securing an introduction to the source of
PEERESSES. summit is reached in the German Faust, in knowledge. The reputation of this animal whom the age of occult science, or of mira- for wisdom among Oriental nations may accles of magic, forever expired. Faust is the
In this centennial period, the links which count for this. Among the Hebrews, so late
of last of his race. The problem is always new as the day of Christ, the symbolization of freedom with the present century of Ameriand fresh; he and his solution belong to the wisdom by the serpent stood confessed in the can progress are few, and are gradually loosworld's mythical souvenirs.
proverb, “Be ye wise as serpents and harm-ening and dropping apart. The Greeks, the most creatively æsthetic less as doves."
Time's effacing fingers will soon obliterate and gifted nation the world ever saw, doubt But, following the common belief that the the general memory of a group of brilliant less had different ways for putting forward serpent is only a metaphorical naming of the Baltimore beauties, the most celebrated by the sabject of this conflict. Among the devil, the universal tempter, I will ask, What far in that city, renowned for its beautiful fables, that of Pythonous seems to hold the motive does he present to the woman in per women. They come from the stirring times preference in this line of thought. His suading her to violate the divine restriction ? of the eighteenth century into our own day, prayer to the goddess Aurora to be made im- | Does he promise her a future palace ? or large for one died high in honor in England only mortal here on earth came from the same stores of luxurious wealth ? or elegant ward last year; and one, with indomitable will Faustian abyss of discontent and rebelling robe ? None of these things. Such motives and vitality, still lives- Madame Bonaparte, ambition in human nature as did the later had not prevailed. What was it? The ser- wife of Jerome, King of Westphalia, whose legends. Pythonous had the attractions of pent offered the same that Mephistopheles name and romantic career will come only inpersonal beauty by which he had evoked the did, namely, a Godlike compass of knowledge. cidentally into this sketch. Of three of the love of Aurora. Love in her could but grant | The cup was offered to the lips of a mental companions of her youth, the story is almost the unreasonable prayer of exemption from thirst. The quick thoughts of woman soon as remarkable as that of “Betsey” Patterdeath, which forced on Pythonous a new an said, in substance: “Knowledge is beautiful tagonism, wholly unknwn to his natural ex and nutritious, and, if I may endow my mind In the year 1874, the was admitted to perience, namely, the conflict between the in
probate, in the Orphans' Court of Baltimore, firmities which age brought upon him and * Grasshopper.
+ Genesis iii. 22. the will of "the most noble Louisa Catherine,
Duchess-Dowager of Leeds, widow and relict that he found his Waterloo in the fair largely sought by men of letters, and the of the most noble Francis Godolphin D'Arcy presence of Mrs. Robert Patterson, and that statesmen and thinkers of the time, than by Osborne, seventh Duke of Leeds, of Hornby only the trifling impediment of a husband on the ordinary beaux of society, for her menCastle, in the county of York, England." her part, and a wife on his, prevented her be- tal qualities were brilliant and attractive. At The Duchess of Leeds, the “most noble coming the head of Apsley House.
the time of her womanhood it was an imCatherine,” as if she had stepped out of one Her sister Louisa became the wife of the portant part of education to cultivate a talof Shakespeare's plays, was the survivor of duke's aide-de-camp, Sir Felton Bathurst- ent for conversation. If a man of celebrity three sisters, daughters of Richard Caton, Hervey, baronet. Upon his death, soon after at a dinner-party or elsewhere began to and his wife, Mary Carroll, and granddaugh-be committed suicide-she married the speak on an interesting subject, it was the ters of Charles Carroll of Carrollton, “the Marquis of Carmarthen, eldest son of the custom for all the guests to listen to him, signer.” She left extensive estates in Mary. Duke of Leeds, who inherited his father's and if replied to, as was often the case, the land and Virginia, principally to religious title, and lived an easy, rural, fox-hunting, encounter became a spirited debate, or a uses. In Alleghany County, Maryland, alone country life, and left his widow, the Catherine sharp cut and thrust of wit. Ladies never lie some fifteen thousand acres, known—and Louisa who, as we have seen, died last year, entered the field at dinner; but at eveningthis is one chief reason for mentioning the an ample fortune, and the dower-house of parties their share in these contests was confact—by such curious old patent-survey titles Hornby Castle.
ceded them, and among those who carried as “Anthracite Range," "Fat Pig," " Addi The second sister, Elizabeth Caton, also off the palm of victory most often was Miss tion to Fat Pig,” “Devil Take It," "Take married well--that is, she married a noble- Elizabeth Caton. She was less admired in All," “ Last Shift," "Baron Devilbess," or, man, and he was rich--the eighth Lord Staf- Europe, however, than her more showy sisfrom some fancied resemblance to the ob- ford, of the Jerningham family.
ters. jects, “Legs," "Gun," and other equally In the mean while Robert Patterson had
The third daughter, Louisa Caton, afterquaint designations.
died, and Mrs. Patterson, a lovely widow, had ward Duchess of Leeds, was small of stature, We have said that the Duchess of Leeds returned to England. Possibly her heart but of a beautiful figure, light and agile in was a granddaughter of Charles Carroll of turned again to the old Paris days, and the all her movements, her conversation gay and Carrollton. The latter left two daughters, time of the Army of Occupation. As in playful, but commonplace. She had, howthe eldest married to Richard Caton, of Eng- | Paris she reigned, during that period, in so ever, her own peculiar charms, although in lish birth, but a citizen of Baltimore; the cial circles, so in London her triumphs were manners she differed from her sisters. Her youngest to Robert Goodloe Harper. From repeated, and she could soon boast of having admirers were a different style of men; and the latter, Mrs. Harper, the Bayards, of Dela been the social queen of three countries, she was wbat is known, by a delicate shade ware, inherit much of their talents. It was England, France, and America, and of three of distinction from more solid merits, as a of her daughter, Mrs. Mary Sophia Bayard, cities, London, Paris, and Baltimore. Nor
great “belle." that John Randolph of Roanoke wrote- the was this all. After her second marriage she It is upon the eldest sister, Mary Caton, crabbed old man could pay a graceful com conquered the turbulent Ireland, and the first Mrs. Robert Patterson, and then Marpliment when he chose--"Washington is still more turbulent Dublin, for she became chioness of Wellesley, that we find the most dull, although Mrs. Bayard is here"-flattery the wife of the Marquis of Wellesley, Vice extravagant encomiums lavished. Old men delicate enough from him, the subtile bouquet roy of Ireland, previously Governor-General grow young again in describing her fascinaof old times.
of India, and the brother of the Duke of tions. Said a gentleman, an intimate friend Mr. and Mrs. Caton had four daughters, Wellington, a diamond edition of a British of the family, one who passed his younger who would have been called “the Graces," nobleman, as Hazlitt calls him, so gifted, days under the roof of Charles Carroll: but for being one too many. small, and graceful was he.
“Mary Caton was the most attractive woman Three of them are, however, known in Thus we see the "three American peer- I ever beheld in my life. I have seen the England as the “ Three American Peeresses.” esses” firmly fixed among the stars which courts of St. Petersburg, France, and Eng
They were respectively, Duchess of Leeds, revolve nearest the English throne. When land, but I never saw her equal-never! The Marchioness of Wellesley, and Lady Stafford. we consider that only five American ladies grace and elegance of her form; the charm
The eldest was Mary Caton, who married have ever wedded the possessors of British of her manners; the sweetness of her voice first Robert Patterson, the brother of Madame coronets - the other two being Miss Ma -were inimitable. She was the most enBonaparte. The marriage ceremony was per gruder, of Washington, who married Baron gaging and fascinating of human beings. I formed by Bishop Carroll, of the Catholic | Abinger, and Miss Bingham, of Philadelphia, have seen her at a dinner given by Mr. CarChurch, in the chapel of Mr. Charles Carroll's | whose husband, Alexander Baring, was raised roll to Sir Charles Bagot, the loveliest and private residence in Annapolis. It was the to the peerage in 1835 as Baron Ashburton-most brilliant lady of an intelligent and most brilliant wedding that had ever taken and that of these five three belonged to one courtly company, stately, courteous, kindly; place in the State. With her husband, she family, the distinguished one in American richly dressed, and in a blaze of diamondswent to England just previous to the Bona- history of Charles Carroll—the fact has an ad a picture for a court-painter." parte-Patterson marriage, and we find Robert ditional interest, which justifies a few rem Her bearing was as exquisite as her face, Patterson bothered beyond measure, while in iniscences of an elder day and generation. and her dignity never ruffled. This was one Europe, with the affairs of his sister “Bet Many citizens of Baltimore remember, as of her greatest charms-her courteous, gracesey,” his slippery brother-in-law Jerome, and visions of their youth, the beautiful Misses | ful, even temperament. Were the obscurest the angry first consul. He tried to pour oil Caton. These gentlemen of the old school | commoner talking to her and a king waiting, on the troubled waters; but he might as well who still remain with us, and retain all the she would have shown no impatience. Her have trickled it out of a cruet upon the At- fine old courtesy and softness of manners companion would never have known by a lantic Ocean. The final catastrophe soon which are too often a dumb sarcasm on shadow of change that he was not the most came-the separation ; the second marriage those of our pert modern age, delight to talk interesting of men to her. She was too of Jerome; the persistent refusal of recogni- of the time when the Carrolls, the Ridgleys, proud and well bred to exhibit the slightest tion. Through all the trouble the records the Olivers, and the Gilmors, displayed the discourtesy; but she would have much preshow that Robert Patterson, his wife, and hospitality of merchant - princes, and when ferred the king. For, after all, in all her nahis father, William Patterson, the Baltimore their wives and daughters acted all their ture she was a woman of the world, of fashmerchant-prince, acted very manly, frank, lives the stately parts we revive now for the ion and of society—subdued, nevertheless, and honorable parts. amusement of an evening.
by the maxim impressed upon all these young Mrs. Patterson had been joined abroad by They tell us tbat Elizabeth Caton, who | girls by Mrs. Caton, who was not pretty, but her sisters, Elizabeth and Louisa Caton. They became Lady Stafford, was tall and remark- very popular-a maxim extremely simple, were in Paris when Wellington and the allies ably graceful, with eyes of dark gray, ex but socially extremely comprehensive. It entered, and were conspicuous figures in the pressing quickly both feeling and intelligence. was this: "My dear child, there are a numfestivities which followed. They were favor. She was more highly cultivated in literature ber of people in the world who take delight ites of the great duke himself, and it is said than her sisters, and her society was more in saying disagreeable things. Now, it is
just as easy to say pleasant ones. Never tell
most thoroughly filled with a desire to be true an untruth; but never displease."
to their tasks. We know very well that there In personal appearance Miss Mary Caton
are theatrical painters-painters who study Fas large and handsome. Her eyes were dark brown; her face oval, and rather sallow ; her WHY is it that artists are targets for the market and produce that which will make
everybody's arrows ? What is there a sensation and command a price — and hair dark; her mouth, nose, and chin, beau
in painting and sculpture that prompts every of course this sort of thing is never found tifully formed; her voice soft and musical. Lord Brougham, who as a Scotchman was,
half-schooled critic to utter his dogmas and among versifiers, story-writers, essayists, we suppose, a judge in matters pertaining to
pronounce his sweeping verdicts? Why is it journalists, or editors; but the majority of a foreign tongue-we beg every Scotchman's that in art everybody who praises is at once our painters struggle with the most direct pardon--and who certainly acquired a co
declared an ignoramus, and everybody who and honest purpose “ to give the right porpious command of strong Saxon, once said sneers is promptly crowned and admired ? trayal of a simple flower,” to catch the light that she spoke the English language more How is it that in art-criticisms there are so upon cloud and sea and hill, to fill themcorrectly than he had ever heard it from the much bold assertion, fierce depreciation, and selves with the truth and beauty of Nature lips of woman. She was, nevertheless, no utter ignorance?
in order that they may be reproduced upon blue-stocking, but possessed both sound judg.
Our interrogations have approached al- the canvas. The paintings in our exhibitions ment and a fine perception. She was an ex
most to the dimensions of a catechism. are even dull to the ordinary visitor because cellent talker, and, what probably fascinated Brougham, a still better listener. While at
Perhaps some of our readers are wondering their general tone is so honest and subdued. the head of the viceroyal court at Dublin she if the accusations implied by them are alto- Very striking and effective are the passionate united all parties, Protestant and Catholic, gether just. We think they are. American and weird and highly imaginative producalthough a strict Catholic herself. Her chari- art is amenable to many strictures, but no tions of the French pencil; our artists, inties were as free as her means would allow, one has a right to praise or blame in art, or deed, may with some justice be accused of and even to this day her memory is cherished in any thing else for the matter of that, who lacking in imagination; but their excellences by the poor of Dublin as that of a saint. has not some knowledge of the subject. are just of the character that arise from "in
On the death of her husband, she lived in the men who echo praise or blame, who ad tense refined application,” from a proneness England in chambers granted her by the
mire because that cưe has been given by to do simple things with all honesty, from a queen in the honorable retreat of Hampton
some Mogul, or who condemn because conCourt.
love of the great beauties of Nature. There All the sisters were devoted to their re
demnation is the thing on the cards, ought is nothing in this country that has so little ligion, the Catholic, but were no bigots.
to be generally denounced: A man's reputa- sensationalism as our recognized art, nothTheir acquaintances comprised both Protestion is dearer to him than bis purse—but we ing that is characterized by greater fidelity to tants and Catholics. They never forgot old punish the thief who robs him of the one, right principles. friends. However fortune would turn the and applaud the reckless censor that despoils But another critic has this to say: scale, whether to poverty or to riches, for- him of the other. But let us escape from “ The danger to all our young artists, of mer associates, we are told, were never ig- these generalities to a few illustrations of course, is that of being fascinated by unique innored.
what we mean. A recent art-criticism in a dividualities, and thus led away from Nature The three sisters died childless; and the contemporary contains the following:
and themselves. To see things as the demidirect descendants of Charles Carroll of Car
god sees them, to represent them by his methrollton came down by the line of the only
“We deplore the absence of thought in the ods, to be led by him, magnetized by him, son, Charles Carroll, of Homewood, near Bal.
mass of pictures shown at our Academy exhi fooled by him who has the misfortune to see
bitions, and we scold our artists in the things exquisitely wrong, and the power to timore, and by that of the Harpers and Mac
newspapers for not giving us something more represent them outrageously beautiful, is to be Tavishes.
substantial intellectually ; but are we not a lit- | artistically ruined. What Nature says to him, In Maryland, the “ three American peer- tle unreasonable? How can the painters give his admirers cannot hear, save through him. esses” bave long been but shadowy pres us thought when they have none; not only what he sees in Nature, they can never know, ences in old mansions of Baltimore and An have none, but don't know what it is. There
save by his interpretation. There is no safety napolis, and grateful memories in the hearts is no mistake more common among painters in following anybody, in any field of art. of the young gallants who met them at the and their public than to suppose that thought What God and Nature say to the artist, that, balls and assemblies of long ago, and per
in art means allegory, literature, or what precisely, he is to speak, and he ought to
not. haps—who knows ?-time buries the marks
How few there are among the public speak it in his own language. To choose anof so much besides beauty - cherished the
or the painters who recognize the thought other's words, to look at Nature from anothpassion of "the moth for the star, the day flower; who know the analysis, the mental capacity and untruthfulness. Schools of art
that goes to the right portrayal of a simple er's window, is a sad confession of artistic infor the morrow," and who have grown gray, mastery, the intense, refined application, the are no more built up around a man than a but never disloyal. brooding imagination, the realization of char
house is built up around a window. Turner acter, that bring about the living presentment could never produce a school, although he THE RENDERED ROSE.
of some graceful, sturdy, wayside growth!” might injure one very materially-possibly
Perhaps there are comparatively few benefit it, in some respects. Pre-Raphaelite TNTO his hat she flung a rose, IND among the public who“ recognize the thought theories can never produce a school,
they may contribute ideas to one. What our Pledge of a friendship true and tried, that goes to the right portrayal of a simple young artists need is absolute disenthrallment That storms and sunshine had seen disclose, flower," but where are the painters guilty of from the influence of strong individualities in
That tears and sorrow had purified. Whether he threw it by that night,
the mental confusions here charged upon art, and a determination to see things for In his worried mood of trouble and thought,
them? The painters of to-day, the Amer- themselves." Or garnered its leaves with a fond delight ican painters as well as others, do not "sup There is a great deal of truth in this;
It matters little, its task was wrought! pose that thought in art means allegory, lit. there is nothing but truth in it, save where Into her coffin he dropped a rose,
erature, or what not,” but clearly understand its lessons are applied to American art. Our Faded and sere, and sweet no more.
that “mental mastery” in their art means young artists scarcely need“ disenthrallment “Go," he said, " at the evening's close, the "right portrayal of a simple flower," or from the influence of strong individualities in The gift of the noonday I restore !
other object. This critic is wholly wrong. | art,” because they rarely surrender to them. When at the judgment-bar we stand, Face to face in that awful hour,
Our artists are far from being so incompetent It is quite impossible for "strong individuali. Once again from her constant hand
as he asserts. We do not hesitate, indeed, ties” not to exercise influence; it is only I shall receive thee-a peerless flower!" to say that our painters-of course there are right they should do so, and they always
C. A. WARFIELD. exceptions—are of all intellectual workers the have done so; but our young artists are as
profoundly impressed as their critics are scenery and civilization; he has resolutely poses of mere personal display and popular with the necessity of being true to their own
treated them as if they were pictorial, as if amusement." impressions, and not copyists of other artthey were every bit as good as Capri or Tan
Now we deplore, as much as any one giers; and, to reward his audacity, he has inists' ideas of things. Has Durand, or contestably succeeded. It makes one feel the does, the wide publicity of this Brooklyn Church, or Bierstadt, or Kensett, or Gifford, value of consistency; it is a proof that if scandal, but we believe that they are wholly bis followers and imitators ? When a major- you will only be doggedly literal, though you wrong who think they discover, in the intense ity of the young artists of England were may often be uppleasing, you will at least
interest evinced by the public in the Beecher have a stamp of your own. Mr. Homer has swept away by the pre-Raphaelite mania, ours
the great merit, moreover, that he naturally trial, a sign of "something unsound in the stood firm; they studied the new school and
sees every thing at one with its envelope of constitution of our society." Similar cenderived valuable lessons from it, but they light and air. He sees not in lines, but in sures to this are always uttered when an never servilely surrendered their judgment
masses, in gross, broad masses. Things come important murder-trial is agitating the public to it; they believed, in the language of already modeled to his eye. If his masses
mind; on occasions of this kind it is sure were only sometimes a trifle more broken, and our critic, tbat "there is no safety in fol. his brush a good deal richer-if it had a good
to be declared that the popular interest in lowing anybody, in any field of art.”
many more secrets and mysteries and coquet- the details of the crime evince a morbid apWe have not dwelt upon the power or the ries, he would be, with his vigorous way of petite wholly lamentable and degrading. genius of our painters. That they have a looking and seeing, even if fancy in the matter
There is, to our mind, just sufficient truth great deal of both, we believe, but their talremained the same dead blank, an almost dis
in these censures to give them currency and tinguished painter. In its suggestion of this ents are generally of a quiet kind. They are blankness of fancy the picture of the young
an air of wisdom. There are undoubtedly wholly weak in dramatic story—and this fact farmer flirting with the pie-nurtured maiden many people, and altogether too many, who is probably to some people a deficiency in the in the wheat-field is really an intellectual cu
derive pleasure from the scandalous details only thing in art that interests them—but riosity: The want of grace, of intellectual de- of a divorce suit, or the bloody incidents of a this is not the fault of the painters, whose sub- ther; but the picture was its author's best murder; but, if one will study the phenomtile sympathies are for the strange charms contribution, and a very honest, and vivid, ena of the public sympathy and interest in and hidden beauties of Nature, and who and manly piece of work. Our only com these matters, he will discover that they would rather catch the spirit of a sylvan plaint with it is that it is damnably ugly!”
are governed almost altogether by elements brook than paint a story of passion. Judg This is very clear and very just. The entirely apart from the horrors or the pruing them within the limits of what they at writer confesses how much he dislikes the riency connnected therewith. These elements tempt to do, they stand very well beside the painter's subjects, but he nevertheless studies are mystery and perplexity. No trial ever proartists of other countries, while they have and endeavors to comprebend his methods; foundly agitates the public unless there is their own marked individuality.
and hence, however much the admirers of Mr. opportunity for marked division of opinion,
Winslow Homer may differ from the critic, unless it becomes, as it were, a curious and While on this topic we must be permit- they can but acknowledge the fair and open baffling puzzle of which all are eager to find ted to contrast with the criticisms quoted spirit with which the criticism is penned. But the solution, or is like a grand drama which above a passage from an article on the last we have made this selection not only to show the beholders watch with breathless interest academy exhibition, by a writer who substi- the reader a good piece of criticism, but be for the dénoûment. The murders in this countutes just insight for sweeping and erroneous cause it illustrates the possession in the art try, for instance, that most profoundly excited assertion. We will give the reader the se ist of exactly that individuality the need of the public mind were those of Helen Jewett lection first, and let our comments follow: which one of the critics from whom we and Dr. Burdell in New York, and of Park"Of Mr. Homer's three pictures we have
have quoted so much deplores. And Wins man in Boston. In each of these instances spoken, but there would be a good deal more low Homer is an exception to the greater the details of the murder were scanned and to say about them; not, we mean, because number of our painters simply in pushing his discussed mainly as to their significance in they are particularly important in themselves, but because they are peculiarly typical. A
individuality too far. It is an axiom very determining the all-absorbing question as to frank, absolute, sincere expression of any ten
generally prevailing among our artists that it the guilt or innocence of the accused. The dency is always interesting, even when the is incumbent upon each painter to do honest more perplexing and contradictory the evitendency is not elevated or the individual not and manly work, to avoid all academic dence on any trial, the greater will be the distinguished. Mr. Homer goes in, as the
methods, and to reject the authority of public excitement. Where the mystery is phrase is, for perfect realism, and cares not a jot for such fantastic hair-splitting as the dis
every school but the great school of Nature. very profound and the testimony perplexing, tinction between beauty and ugliness. He is
And this right and fine principle the critics the community becomes divided into zealous a genuine painter; that is, to see, and to re ought to recognize, instead of being forever partisans. Each man has his theory ; everyproduce what he sees, is his only care; to ready with their sneers. The criticism above body exercises his detective talent; and in think, to imagine, to select, to refine, to com
upon Mr. Homer, let us say, is by Mr. Henry every social circle the incidents of the story pose, to drop into any of the intellectual tricks with which other people sometimes try
James, Jr., and appeared in the Galaxy. are taken up and searched through and to eke out the dull pictorial vision--all this
through with a zeal immensely stimulated Mr. Homer triumphantly avoids. He not only A SENTENCE in a London journal in regard by the puzzling circumstances, and the ophas no imagination, but he contrives to ele
to the Beecher trial reflects a sentiment position which each theory encounters from vate this rather blighting negative into a blooming and honorable positive. He is al
entertained by many people on this side of other theories. It is a peculiar constitution most barbarously simple, and, to our eye, he
the ocean. “It is impossible," exclaims our of the human mind to experience great is horribly ugly; but there is nevertheless foreign critic, “to read the reports of the excitement and zest in a mystery. Whatsomething one likes about him. What is it? trial with which the American newspapers ever baffles it stimulates it. And hence men For ourselves, it is not his subjects. We
and women must be made of very different frankly confess that we detest his subjects— have for some months been flooded without his barren plank fences, his glaring, bald,
feeling that there must be something essen stuff from what they are now if they can look blue skies, his big, dreary, vacant lots of tially unsound in the constitution of a so on so strange and perplexing a game as we meadows, his freckled, straight-haired Yan ciety which delights to gorge itself day by have recently seen played at Brooklyn without kee urchins, his flat-breasted maidens, sug
day with such loathsome garbage, which feeling a most intense interest in the issue. gestive of a dish of rural doughnuts and pie, his calico sun-bonnets, his flannel shirts, his treats the suspected wickedness of a popu- It may be said that, admitting our argument cowhide boots. He has chosen the least pic
lar preacher as a good bit of gossip, and to be true, the sight of a whole people sult torial features of the least picterial range of prostitutes the forms of justice to the pur-jugated by a curiosity of this kind is not veis