An artist's Christmas gift to young England, containing the elements of drawing, with remarks on the pleasures of landscape-painting

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Page 20 - I tried to cheer him up, but he laid his hand upon his heart and replied, ' No, no ; there is something here which is all wrong.
Page 20 - As he stood by the table in my painting-room, I could not but help looking attentively at him, peering in his face, for the small eye was as brilliant as that of a child, and unlike the glazed and ' lack-lustre eye' of age. This was my last look. The rest is soon told. None of his friends had seen him for months; indeed, I believe I was the last, together with his friend George Jones, who I afterwards learnt had that day also called on him.
Page 20 - This spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No ! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By Him recalled to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robbed the grave of Victory, And took the sting from Death...
Page 21 - You have, perhaps not many of you, heard of a painter of the name of Bird ; I do not myself know his works, but Turner saw some merit in them : and when Bird first sent a picture to the Academy, for exhibition, Turner was on the hanging committee. Bird's picture had great merit ; but no place for it could be found. Turner pleaded hard for it. No, the thing was impossible. Turner sat down and looked at Bird's picture a long time ; then insisted that a place must be found for it. He was stilj met by...
Page 20 - THIS spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark ; Yet, think not sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No ! it shall live again and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By Him recall'd to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robb'd the grave of victory, And took the sting from death.
Page 21 - Now, is not that a lovely little anecdote, a story to be told to the very angels in heaven ? It is as sweet and acceptable to our moral sense as the fragrance of the lily of the valley to our nostrils in the spring.
Page 22 - If I could find anything blacker than black, I'd use it.

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