Dore grew dispirited, and in vain did his mother and near friends seek to rally him out of the despondency that was settling down upon him.  They said, “You are only a little over forty, and many a good man has never been recognized at all until after that—­see Millet!”

But he shook his head.

When his mother died, in Eighteen Hundred Eighty-one, it seemed to snap his last earthly tie.  Of course he exaggerated the indifference there was towards him; he had many friends who loved him as a man and respected him as an artist.

But after the death of his mother he had nothing to live for, and thinking thus, he soon followed her.  He died in Eighteen Hundred Eighty-three, aged fifty years.

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SO HERE ENDETH “LITTLE JOURNEYS TO THE HOMES OF EMINENT PAINTERS,” BEING VOLUME FOUR OF THE SERIES, AS WRITTEN BY ELBERT HUBBARD:  EDITED AND ARRANGED BY FRED BANN; BORDERS AND INITIALS BY ROYCROFT ARTISTS, AND PRODUCED BY THE ROYCROFTERS, AT THEIR SHOPS, WHICH ARE IN EAST AURORA, ERIE COUNTY, NEW YORK, MCMXXII

[Transcriber’s Note: 

Inconsistencies in the original (e.g., Arnola/Arnold; Edgcumbe/Edgecumbe; geers/jeers) have been retained in this etext.]