Ary Scheffer was a personal friend of the Orleans family.  He was, however, an ardent lover of liberty; and his hospitalities were free to all shades of opinion.  He did not forsake this family when their star went down.  Hearing of the death of Helene, the Duchess of Orleans, he hastened to England, to pay a last tribute of love and respect to her memory.  The English climate had always been ungenial to him.  He took a severe cold, which proved fatal in its results.  He died soon after his return to Paris, on the 16th of June, 1858.  Sadly as the news of his death struck upon our hearts, it seemed no great change for him to die.  So pure and holy was his life, so spiritual his whole nature, so lofty his aspirations, that it seemed as if

    “He might to Heaven from Paradise go,
    As from one room to another.”

Ary Scheffer was twice married.  His first wife died early.  Many years after her death he again married,—­very happily, as we have heard.  He leaves behind him one daughter, who is also an artist.  Under her loving care, we trust every relic of his artistic labors and every trait of his personal life will be faithfully preserved.

Both his brothers lived to middle age.  One, of whom we know little but that M. Vitet calls him “a distinguished man,” died in 1855.  The only surviving brother, Henri, is also a painter, of considerable reputation.  He is a thorough and accomplished draughtsman, and a superior teacher.  His atelier is one of the few in Paris which are open to women, and several American ladies have enjoyed its advantages.

We have spoken of Scheffer’s love for his native country.  By his will he bequeathed to his native town of Dordrecht “the portrait of Sir J. Reynolds, by Scheffer; a dog lying down, life-size, by the same; a copy of the picture of the ‘Christus Remunerator,’ on pasteboard, of the size of the original in England; a copy of the ’Christus Consolator,’—­both by himself:  also, his own statue, in plaster; his own bust, by his daughter; and the Virgin and Infant Jesus, by himself.”  The town of Dordrecht proposes to erect a statue in commemoration of the fame of the great artist.

It is too early to assign to Ary Scheffer the rank which he will finally occupy in the new era of French Art which is coeval with his labors.  He will always stand as the companion of Ingres and Delaroche and Gericault; and if his successors surpass him even in his own path, they will owe much to him who helped to open the way.  He lived through times of trouble, when a man’s faith in humanity might well be shaken, yet he remained no less a believer in and lover of mankind.  Brighter days for France may lead her artists to a healthier and freer development; but they can never be more single-hearted, true, and loving than Ary Scheffer.

[1] This picture is now in the Louvre.  It is a composition of great dramatic power.  Mrs. Stowe gives a graphic description of the effect it produced upon her, in her “Sunny Memories of Sunny Lands.”