But the great pleasure of the Jexhibition is the mere fact of having so much of Hume-Jones at one time, and without the distraction of Jother pictures in between. There is no painter of whom, to understand him, it is so necessary to see Jo great many works all together. shall never forget the strange, Jother-worldly impression made on ime asa boy by the former exhi tion, and it was revived with even greater force this afternoon, is curious that the Victorian jara, usually deemed matter-of-fact jand stuffy (as the insides of their houses decidedly were) could produce such great romantics "as Watts, Rossetti, Hume-Jones, Tennyson, Swinburne, Newman, Shorthouse and many others." And assuredly Hume-Jones was the speeches in its Parliamentary reports when he was nine years old, it is not because there is any disbelief in the vigour of the present-day "D.T." with its neatly arranged "features", its sanity, its pithily explanatory headlines Jand its practical forcefulness in giving the news. Rather is there la desire to pay tribute to a jour-Inal which wielded in Victorian days a great power and wielded it well. It was no more infallible than any other paper. If "The Times" in 1867 could say that Landseer's Lions in Trafalgar [Square were such that street, no square, in this me-tropalls can boast of any finer' work of art, Never before ha: the king of beasts been so nobly' and so truthfully treated in sculpture..." ithe "D.T." in 1872 described the Albert Memorial as "the most consummate and elegant piece of elegiac art which modern genius has produced....a possession which ennobles "the capital and which we may show to visitors from abroad...
Neither journal could have foreseen Epstein or the World A: Economic Conference in those So will there be no more gentle smile at the rebuke of Whistler in If Mr. Whistler would leave off using mud and clay on. his palette and paint cleanly, like gentleman, we should be happy to bestow any amount of praise! on him, But we must protest: against his soiled and" miry ways These are just the accidents which happen to any record which has to remain for posterity to study. They are salutary remind \ders of the danger of stressing too much the impregnability of jarly argumentative position. In reviewing thus discursively the record of a great journal of over 78 years of age, the impression is chiefly of wonder at the art lof creating newspaper perso ity. Whatever changes may have occurred to the "D.1." through-lout its history, it is probable that ithe reader who has faithfully read its first issue to that of this ainted always what saw inside himself, surrounding the external model with his own conceptions of it—which did not mean with Hume-Jones, often, the same principle ow is invoked to mean, something abnormal and distorted, but exquisite refinement and dignity.
That is the answer to the complaint that Hume-Jones always painted the same woman, Somewhere enshrined within him was ithe ideal type of womanhood, and hho could not int. anything lower than his ideal." So much so that Jone cannot feel that his Circe, in her orange-red dress, stooping over the black leopards on. wi she Jdrops poisoned wine, is really suskin's Friendship couragement of artists strug-life story had all fglinig for recognition of new ideas. He was born of no exalted parentage, went to a grammar school in Birmingham, won a scholarship at Exeter College, Oxford (wher William Morris'became, his life long friend) and was destined for the Church, but fell under the thraldom of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and decided for, art. He went through no regular school fa fact which added to his difficul ties, He suffered some of the abuse hurled at the Pre-Raphaeh ites, the public being particularly incensed Because he took his subjects from Chaucer and Spenser instead of from authors, of whom bad as legend makes her out. "Shel they Nad heard, The wealthy Rus may have turned men into swine, {heY ihave tarned men into, wine, in, however, befriended him as a too impeccable to fulfil the allegory young man, and even by the carly Sixties the worst of the attack on its correct meat But Hume: JJones could no more have painted the PresRaphaelites was passing, and his superb colouring, his won-bad woman than he coi erful designs and the.' haunting loved one.
'A World of Faery fragrance of all his pictures di the Any reader who has heard a full worth recalling that France performance of "The Ring" will recognised his genius first, but remember how, as one night Paris nearly ruined one of his best after night and as the notes: pictures, "Love Among the Ruin: lof the orchestra steal up, one As a young man Hume-Jones transported into the made il by the smell of oils, and world and took to water-colours. But his Jdragons, giants, magi wherein talking, birds, ud methods were his own, the Parisians invisible helmets become the ordi-thought that "Love Among the nary surrounding of lif Ruins" was and covered it So it, is as one wanders among. with white of egg. these glowing pictures of Burn to photographing " it Jones.
Tu the introduction to the somehow the mess was cleaned of featalogue, Sir William Rothenstein Hume-Jones repainted the girl Jawells upon his head and declared that the egg had to transport. those hypnotic "power who are ready made the blue of her dress deeper. to go with hi into a world of He must have been a man of faery, a dim, still feaidéas et" "haandg love refuge very happy and charming disposi-wander by quiet mil and tion, Mr. Stanley Baldwin, who fronds a Jopened the exhibition (and was his [dark woods, or sleep, hi ned in by nephew) said that his letters teem-thick briars, with slum with wit and humour, One de bering at their feet; or sit toge-Tightful frame contains three little ther, green clad on, ' greet a grass, pen-and-ink caricatures of himself with the unconscious grace of woture with men when no man is present to see Them. "Leafy [Cire with. her leopards, "dryads are. there, hectic eyes, irresistibly comic. With uch sketches he loved to amuse his fentangied in the Rreat a children and grandchildren.
As Pyemalion, worshipping, as 6 [grown man, Mr. Baldwin said, ho carves, with such mental passion wan the intimate friend" of such that ko Ympels iis own life into different types Teo the' cold marble,"
White-armed stone, Balfour, and 8 mermaids draw the dreamé ers whom 'The secret was, Perhaps, that few they have. bewitched down to the lof us ever. quite' outgrow our love jof @ real fairy story, and Bur tall winged angel whispers in aye sets xh a mat Jones, the man, was, inseparable ea the wondering maid. the from' Hume-Jones the painter, eternal mystery of birth. whose fairy stories live on and No Jenny, no Lilith, comes lure us in so many lovely pro disturb the dreaming of Burne-Jections. And perhaps the real Jones's fair women, whose white world is not out there the traffic feet brush, without crus} And the discord of things but real flowers as they walk. Th world is, not out there with the clothed in green and red, traffic and the discord of things, but {nto "their wide eyes, whisper, "as behind these glamorous, in the old, ing" would thou wert idyitie painting my bride."
Romantic Portraits Even in his portrait he romanticised his sitters Paderewski as fa young man, with his Sixty Pears qo mop of fine red-gold hai it, had Prom rue, "Nowru-Ciiwa Dat beautiful, ethereal but Burné News," oF Juty 20, 1873. Jones's well-known peteil drawing Many, foreigners, and indeed all fetherealised it still more. See, those who have any. aesthetic apprecia: too, the portrait of Clara von Borek. "the grent natural beauties for the lapon, wil Rail with joy the recent daughter Margaret, Belief is forder of the Daily Kuany which roe bits the cutting down of trees within that she must, simply. hat grown ike that by bein continually steep-into shrines, without expreas- permis prennata of ither, Budde 0 fed in the atmosphere of he ihe geal "authorities "oft imagina Hume-Joni a not' pretend to inter.
Sone anal say that his draughtsmanship was of the lumberman. In the not always good, The general he denudation of " country effect of pure poetry remains undone disturbed, and, in a othe harass ing world, it is very refreshing.
According to the criti his great the Wheel a but some st painting, as a painting, is "The Wheel of Fort preserva how it is not 89 june-Jones-y" [Rroves and. the splendid" specimens of feedy in it, perhaps. even a as others, there is a sense of tra-Erowth near, the old" shrines ae. to ced" much comment, We jcion of preaching, which doubt whether there is m country in to him, "The.
Be the irond, even sri trap "hat ili the aeatned ni forcing ig way through the, thickest Of Pct" of really noble und benutifal troco, [Bier i, Citra Briars to the palace where king and|tit princess and) her tiers ws'some ides rely noble and Hie in their hundred-years sleep, is' the real painter, or the height of the trees must heir girth.
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