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That was a good lesson for the youth. In such matters, however, he did not spare friend or stranger. It is curious, considering how sturdy a pattern of Englishman was Forster, that all his oldest friends were Irishmen, such as Maclise, Emerson Tennant, Whiteside, Macready, Quain, Foley, Mulready, and many more.
You recollect, perhaps, that he was the guardian of our children while we were away. I love him dearly.... You asked me, long ago, about Maclise. He is such a wayward fellow in his subjects, that it would be next to impossible to write such an article as you were thinking of about him. I wish you could form an idea of his genius.
"What ever is come to him?" "What's up," cried Martin. "By Jove! you're right! the Roderick Dhu and Black Douglas business is gone, sure!" "God bless my soul!" said Maclise in an undertone. "He is himself once more." He might well exclaim, for it was a new Allan that came striding up the high road, with head lifted, and with the proud swing of a Highland chieftain.
You are sure, Mr. Maclise?" She might well ask, for never but on Sabbath days, since the day they had laid his mother away under the birch trees, had Allan put foot inside the kirkyard. "Half an hour ago he went in," replied the young Highlander, "and he has not returned."
There had been, however, a previous visit to Bath, in company with Maclise and Forster, to see Landor, who was then living at No. 35 St. James's Square a house become memorable because it was there that the image of his "Little Nell" first suggested itself.
"Hello, old man!" he shouted, catching sight of Martin and running towards him with hands outstretched, "You are welcome" he grasped his hands and held them fast "you are welcome to this Glen, and to me welcome as Heaven to a Hell-bound soul." "Maclise," he cried, turning to the master, "this letter," waving it in his hand, "is like a reprieve to a man on the scaffold."
Daniel Maclise, winding up thus: “No artist, of whatsoever denomination, I make bold to say, ever went to his rest leaving a golden memory more pure from dross, or having devoted himself with a truer chivalry to the art-goddess whom he worshipped.” These words, with the old, true, affectionate ring in them, were the last spoken by my father in public.
The Glen folk needed no clearing of their chief, and the rest of the world mattered not. "But there was myself," said Allan. "Now it is gone, Maclise, and I can give my hand once more without fear or shame." Maclise took the offered hand almost with reverence, and, removing his bonnet from his head, said in a voice, deep and vibrating with emotion,
He himself was almost girlish, with his fair complexion and light, wavy hair, so that the famous sketch by Maclise has a remarkable charm; yet nobody could really say with truth that any one of the three girls was beautiful. Georgina Hogarth, however, was sweet-tempered and of a motherly disposition.
"Neffer will a man of the Glen count it anything but honour to take thiss hand." "Thank you, Maclise," cried Allan, keeping his grip of the master's hand. "Now you can tell the Glen." "You will not be going to leave us now?" said Maclise eagerly. "Yes, I shall go, Maclise, but," with a proud lift of his head, "tell them I am coming back again." And with that message Maclise went to the Glen.
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