Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great - Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great.

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great - Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great.

It is too late to accuse Sir Joshua Reynolds of ingratitude towards Giuseppe; he was grateful, and once referred to Marchi as “an angel sent from God to help me do my work.”  But he paid Marchi valet’s wages and treated him like a servant.  Possibly this was the part of expedience, for had Marchi ever gotten it into his head that he could paint as well as Sir Joshua he would have been worthless as a helper.

For forty years they were never separated.

Cotton disposes of Giuseppe Marchi by saying, “He was a clever colorist, but incapable of doing independent work.”  Cotton might, however, have told the whole simple truth, and that was that Marchi was hands, feet, eyes and ears for his master—­certain it is that without his help Sir Joshua could never have attained the fame and fortune he did.

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In selecting his time for a career, Joshua Reynolds showed good judgment.  He went into public favor on a high tide.  England was prosperous, and there was in the air a taste for the polite arts.  Literature was becoming a fad.

Within a short time there had appeared Gray’s “Elegy,” Smollett’s “Peregrine Pickle,” Fielding’s “Amelia” and Richardson’s “Clarissa Harlowe.”  Here was menu to fit most palates, and the bill-of-fare was duly discussed in all social gatherings of the upper circles.  The afflicted ones fed on Gray; the repentant quoted Richardson; while Smollett and Fielding were read aloud in parlor gatherings where fair ladies threatened to leave the room—­but didn’t.  Out at Strawberry Hill, his country home, Horace Walpole was running that little printing-shop, making books that are now priceless, and writing long, gossipy letters that body forth the spirit of the time, its form and pressure.  The Dilettante Society, composed of young noblemen devoted to high art and good-fellowship, was discussing a scheme for a National Academy.  Garrick was at the height of his fame; Hogarth was doing for art what Smollett did for literature; while two young Irishmen, Burke and Goldsmith, were getting ready to make English letters illustrious; Hudson was painting portraits with a stencil; Gainsborough was immortalizing a hat; Doctor Johnson was waiting in the entry of Lord Chesterfield’s mansion with the prospectus of a dictionary; and pretty Kitty Fisher had kicked the hat off the head of the Prince of Wales on a wager.

And so into this atmosphere of seething life came Joshua Reynolds, the handsome, gracious, silent, diplomatic Reynolds.  Fresh from Italy and the far-off islands of the Southern seas where Ulysses sailed, he came—­his name and fame heralded as the Raphael of England.

To have your portrait painted by Reynolds was considered a proper “entree” into the “bon ton.”  To attempt to give the names of royalty who sat to him would be to present a transcript of Burke’s Peerage.

Unlike Van Dyck, at whose shrine Reynolds worshiped, Reynolds was coldly diplomatic in his relations with his sitters.  He talked but little, because he could not hear, and to hold an ear-trumpet and paint with both hands is rather difficult.  On the moment when the sitting was over, the patron was bowed out.  The good ladies who lay in wait with love’s lariat never found an opportunity to make the throw.

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