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and Giorgione; about Rembrandt; Corregio; and Michael Angelo;

happiest of all when he is writing about Greek things。  What is

Gothic touched him very little; but classical art and the art of

the Renaissance were always dear to him。  He saw what our English

school could gain from a study of Greek models; and never wearies

of pointing out to the young student the artistic possibilities

that lie dormant in Hellenic marbles and Hellenic methods of work。

In his judgments on the great Italian Masters; says De Quincey;

'there seemed a tone of sincerity and of native sensibility; as in

one who spoke for himself; and was not merely a copier from books。'

The highest praise that we can give to him is that he tried to

revive style as a conscious tradition。  But he saw that no amount

of art lectures or art congresses; or 'plans for advancing the fine

arts;' will ever produce this result。  The people; he says very

wisely; and in the true spirit of Toynbee Hall; must always have

'the best models constantly before their eyes。'



As is to be expected from one who was a painter; he is often

extremely technical in his art criticisms。  Of Tintoret's 'St。

George delivering the Egyptian Princess from the Dragon;' he

remarks:…





The robe of Sabra; warmly glazed with Prussian blue; is relieved

from the pale greenish background by a vermilion scarf; and the

full hues of both are beautifully echoed; as it were; in a lower

key by the purple…lake coloured stuffs and bluish iron armour of

the saint; besides an ample balance to the vivid azure drapery on

the foreground in the indigo shades of the wild wood surrounding

the castle。





And elsewhere he talks learnedly of 'a delicate Schiavone; various

as a tulip…bed; with rich broken tints;' of 'a glowing portrait;

remarkable for MORBIDEZZA; by the scarce Moroni;' and of another

picture being 'pulpy in the carnations。'



But; as a rule; he deals with his impressions of the work as an

artistic whole; and tries to translate those impressions into

words; to give; as it were; the literary equivalent for the

imaginative and mental effect。  He was one of the first to develop

what has been called the art…literature of the nineteenth century;

that form of literature which has found in Mr。 Ruskin and Mr。

Browning; its two most perfect exponents。  His description of

Lancret's REPAS ITALIEN; in which 'a dark…haired girl; 〃amorous of

mischief;〃 lies on the daisy…powdered grass;' is in some respects

very charming。  Here is his account of 'The Crucifixion;' by

Rembrandt。  It is extremely characteristic of his style:…





Darkness … sooty; portentous darkness … shrouds the whole scene:

only above the accursed wood; as if through a horrid rift in the

murky ceiling; a rainy deluge … 'sleety…flaw; discoloured water' …

streams down amain; spreading a grisly spectral light; even more

horrible than that palpable night。  Already the Earth pants thick

and fast! the darkened Cross trembles! the winds are dropt … the

air is stagnant … a muttering rumble growls underneath their feet;

and some of that miserable crowd begin to fly down the hill。  The

horses snuff the coming terror; and become unmanageable through

fear。  The moment rapidly approaches when; nearly torn asunder by

His own weight; fainting with loss of blood; which now runs in

narrower rivulets from His slit veins; His temples and breast

drowned in sweat; and His black tongue parched with the fiery

death…fever; Jesus cries; 'I thirst。'  The deadly vinegar is

elevated to Him。



His head sinks; and the sacred corpse 'swings senseless of the

cross。'  A sheet of vermilion flame shoots sheer through the air

and vanishes; the rocks of Carmel and Lebanon cleave asunder; the

sea rolls on high from the sands its black weltering waves。  Earth

yawns; and the graves give up their dwellers。  The dead and the

living are mingled together in unnatural conjunction and hurry

through the holy city。  New prodigies await them there。  The veil

of the temple … the unpierceable veil … is rent asunder from top to

bottom; and that dreaded recess containing the Hebrew mysteries …

the fatal ark with the tables and seven…branched candelabrum … is

disclosed by the light of unearthly flames to the God…deserted

multitude。



Rembrandt never painted this sketch; and he was quite right。  It

would have lost nearly all its charms in losing that perplexing

veil of indistinctness which affords such ample range wherein the

doubting imagination may speculate。  At present it is like a thing

in another world。  A dark gulf is betwixt us。  It is not tangible

by the body。  We can only approach it in the spirit。





In this passage; written; the author tells us; 'in awe and

reverence;' there is much that is terrible; and very much that is

quite horrible; but it is not without a certain crude form of

power; or; at any rate; a certain crude violence of words; a

quality which this age should highly appreciate; as it is its chief

defect。  It is pleasanter; however; to pass to this description of

Giulio Romano's 'Cephalus and Procris':…





We should read Moschus's lament for Bion; the sweet shepherd;

before looking at this picture; or study the picture as a

preparation for the lament。  We have nearly the same images in

both。  For either victim the high groves and forest dells murmur;

the flowers exhale sad perfume from their buds; the nightingale

mourns on the craggy lands; and the swallow in the long…winding

vales; 'the satyrs; too; and fauns dark…veiled groan;' and the

fountain nymphs within the wood melt into tearful waters。  The

sheep and goats leave their pasture; and oreads; 'who love to scale

the most inaccessible tops of all uprightest rocks;' hurry down

from the song of their wind…courting pines; while the dryads bend

from the branches of the meeting trees; and the rivers moan for

white Procris; 'with many…sobbing streams;'





Filling the far…seen ocean with a voice。





The golden bees are silent on the thymy Hymettus; and the knelling

horn of Aurora's love no more shall scatter away the cold twilight

on the top of Hymettus。  The foreground of our subject is a grassy

sunburnt bank; broken into swells and hollows like waves (a sort of

land…breakers); rendered more uneven by many foot…tripping roots

and stumps of trees stocked untimely by the axe; which are again

throwing out light…green shoots。  This bank rises rather suddenly

on the right to a clustering grove; penetrable to no star; at the

entrance of which sits the stunned Thessalian king; holding between

his knees that ivory…bright body which was; but an instant agone;

parting the rough boughs with her smooth forehead; and treading

alike on thorns and flowers with jealousy…stung foot … now

helpless; heavy; void of all motion; save when the breeze lifts her

thick hair in mockery。



From between the closely…neighboured boles astonished nymphs press

forward with loud cries …





And deerskin…vested satyrs; crowned with ivy twists; advance;

And put strange pity in their horned countenance。





Laelaps lies beneath; and shows by his panting the rapid pace of

death。  On the other side of the group; Virtuous Love with 'vans

dejected' holds forth the arrow to an approaching troop of sylvan

people; fauns; rams; goats; satyrs; and satyr…mothers; pressing

their children tighter with their fearful hands; who hurry along

from the left in a sunken path between the foreground and a rocky

wall; on whose lowest ridge a brook…guardian pours from her urn her

grief…telling waters。  Above and more remote than the Ephidryad;

another female; rending her locks; appears among the vine…festooned

pillars of an unshorn grove。  The centre of the picture is filled

by shady meadows; sinking down to a river…mouth; beyond is 'the

vast strength of the ocean stream;' from whose floor the

extinguisher of stars; rosy Aurora; drives furiously up her brine…

washed steeds to behold t

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