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Art is revolutionary, like everything else in these times, when Treason itself, in the form of a hoary apostate and reviewer of contemporary fiction, glares from the walls, and is painted by Royal mark ROYAL! Academicians! . . . From Thomas Potts, Esq., of the "Newcome Independent," to S. Gandish, Esq. Newcome, May 3.
I'm afraid the young gentlemen would leave off looking at the statues if you came in. And so they would: for you never saw such guys; but the dear old boy fancies every woman is a beauty. "'Mr. Smee, you are looking at my picture of 'Boadishia? says Gandish. Wouldn't he have caught it for his quantities at Grey Friars, that's all. "'Yes ah yes, says Mr.
Gandish sent more pupils to the Royal Academy; Gandish had brought up three medallists; and the last R.A. student sent to Rome was a Gandishite. Barker, on the contrary, scorned and loathed Trafalgar Square, and laughed at its art.
'But I never could get my price for it; and here it hangs in my own room. Igh art won't do in this country, Colonel it's a melancholy fact. "'High art! I should think it is high art! whispers old Smee; 'fourteen feet high, at least!" And then out loud he says 'The picture has very fine points in it, Gandish, as you say. Foreshortening of that arm, capital!
It was that well-known portrait-painter, Alfred Smee, Esq., R.A., who recommended Gandish to Colonel Newcome, one day when the two gentlemen met at dinner at Lady Anne Newcome's table. Mr. Smee happened to examine some of Clive's drawings, which the young fellow had executed for his cousins.
Clive was not the most docile of Mr. Gandish's pupils. If he had not come to the studio on horseback, several of the young students averred, Gandish would not always have been praising him and quoting him as that professor certainly did. Sandy M'Collop devised a counter picture, wherein the barber-surgeon of King Edward the Confessor was drawn, operating upon the beard of that monarch.
"I bet he's 'ad cake and wine," says one youthful student, of an epicurean and satirical turn. "I bet he might have it every day if he liked." In fact Gandish was always handing him sweetmeats of compliments and cordials of approbation. He had coat-sleeves with silk linings he had studs in his shirt.
The Cossæan king who seized on Babylon was named Gandish. He and his tribe came from the mountainous regions of Zagros, on the borders of Media. The Cossæan rule over the countries of the Euphrates was doubtless similar in its beginnings to that which the Hyksos exercised at first over the nomes of Egypt.
Revolution alone can be not merely a revolt of the living, but also a resurrection of the dead. As my friend went down this street he whistled an old French air which he had found, like Mr. Gandish, "in his researches into 'istry," and which had somehow taken his fancy; the song to which those last sincere loyalists went into battle. I think the words ran: Monsieur de Charette. Dit au gens d'ici.
Assiduity, gentlemen, assiduity. Ars longa. Vita brevis, et linea recta brevissima est. This way, Colonel, down these steps, across the courtyard, to my own studio. There, gentlemen, and pulling aside a curtain, Gandish says 'There!" "And what was the masterpiece behind it?" we ask of Clive, after we have done laughing at his imitation. "Hand round the hat, J. J.!" cries Clive.
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