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They were accepted, and four splendid specimens of Gobelin tapestry were bestowed upon the painter in token of royal recognition and gratitude. These tapestries Cosway, objecting to retain them, possibly lest they should seem to represent a price paid for his cartoons, forthwith presented to the Prince of Wales.
Restall's head to send his daughter abroad tomorrow." Cosway attempted to make her speak more plainly. "Is this wretch a man or a woman?" he said. Miss Benshaw proceeded without noticing the interruption. "You needn't be afraid, Mr. Cosway; Miss Restall will not leave England. Your enemy is all-powerful.
Stone looked at the total, and passed it in silence to Cosway. For once, even Cosway was prostrated. In dreadful stillness the two young men produced their pocketbooks; added up their joint stores of money, and compared the result with the bill. Their united resources amounted to a little more than one-third of their debt to the landlady of the inn.
He didn't give me anything like the money I expected, when I said good-by and I rather think he warned me solemnly, at parting, to take the greatest care of it. There's not a farthing more for you, he said, 'till your ship returns from her South American station. Your father is a clergyman, Stone." "Well, and what of that?" "And some clergymen are rich." "My father is not one of them, Cosway."
De Loutherbourg is soon at the feet of the quack Gamaliel; soon he is proclaiming himself an inspired physician, practising mesmerism. Cosway and his wife declared themselves clairvoyants. Other painters of the period were dreaming dreams and seeing visions. Nor was it only the artist world that took up with, and made much of, Count Cagliostro and his strange doings. Wiser people than Mr.
She looked astonished; and she said: "How did you get here?" No intrusive visitors were within hearing, this time. "My dear!" Cosway remonstrated, "Mrs. Margery must have told you, when she sent me my invitation." Adela turned pale. "Mrs. Margery?" she repeated. "Mrs. Margery has said nothing to me; Mrs. Margery detests you. We must have this cleared up. No; not now I must attend to our guests.
Récamier. The life and work of Maria Cosway afford a striking contradiction of the theory that wealth and luxury induce idleness and dull the powers of their possessors. Hers is but one of the many cases in which a woman's a woman "for a' that." At an art sale in London in 1901, an engraving by V. Green after Mrs.
Cosway looked at the narrative of the accident and revealed the romantic mystery of his life by a burst of devout exclamation, expressed in the words: "Thank God, my wife's drowned!" To declare that Sir Peter and his guests were all struck speechless, by discovering in this way that Mr. Cosway was a married man, is to say very little. The general impression appeared to be that he was mad.
The scene which now introduces them opens at a famous seaport on the south coast of England, and discloses the two young gentlemen at dinner in a private room at their inn. "I think that last bottle of champagne was corked," Cosway remarked. "Let's try another. You're nearest the bell, Stone. Ring." Stone rang, under protest.
The coarsest complexion gains in lustre and smoothness when attempt is made to render it upon ivory; the dainty groundwork gleams through and gives beauty and clearness to the swarthiest hues. And then, in addition to this, Cosway had in full the portrait-painter's faculty of flattering his sitters. He could hardly fail to please them.
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