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Pirkheimer's velvet purse had been dipped into again and again. Commissions without number had been executed for him rings and stones and tapestries, carvings and stag-antlers, and cups and silks and velvet till the Pirkheimer mansion glowed with color from the South and delicate workmanship from the North. Other pictures from Dürer's brush adorned its walls grotesque monks and gentle Virgins.
The very Self of the man the lean, strong, thinking countenance, the elusive smile, shrewd, ironical, yet kindly, stealing out on his lips, is alive here by some necromancy of art. The Louvre The portrait now in the Basel Museum, in oils on paper, afterwards fastened to the panel, is in all likelihood that third portrait which Erasmus told Pirkheimer the painter himself had taken to France.
Durer had also much merit as a miscellaneous writer, and labored to purify and elevate the German language, in which he was assisted by his friend, W. Pirkheimer. His works were published in a collected form at Arnheim, in 1603, folio, in Latin and in French. J. J. Roth wrote a life of Durer, published at Leipsic in 1791. This eminent painter was born in 1631.
I have made my citations as ample as possible, so as to give the reader a just idea of their character while making them centre as far as possible round points of special interest. To the honourable, wise Master Wilibald Pirkheimer, Burgher of Nuerberg, my kind Master. VENICE, January 6, 1506. I wish you and yours many good, happy New Years.
I am indeed very uncertain what to do next. Write to me again soon. Given on Thursday before Palm Sunday in the year 1506. ALBRECHT DUeRER, Your Servant. VENICE, August 18, 1506. To the first, greatest man in the world. Your servant and slave Albrecht Duerer sends salutation to his Magnificent master Wilibald Pirkheimer. My truth!
They lived together happily, though no children were born to them, and it has been proved that the reputation which has been given her, of being little better than a common scold, who imbittered his life by her termagancy, is the creation of the ill temper of one of the testy friends of Dürer, Willibald Pirkheimer, who, in the spirit of spitefulness, besmirched her character in a letter which unfortunately survives to this day, and in which he accuses her of having led her husband a mad and weary dance by her temper.
We are, therefore, the more anxious to hear even three words from you, that we may know how you are and what is going on in your parts, for there is no doubt that great events are happening. Thomas Bombelli sends you his heartiest greeting. I beg you, as I did in my last letter, to greet Wilibald Pirkheimer a score of times for me. Of my own condition I will tell you nothing.
And on the same day Philip Pirkheimer had his marriage feast at the Veste, and there was a great dance under the big lime tree. For a long time after that my dear father, Albrecht Duerer, served my grandfather, old Hieronymus Holper, till the year reckoned 1467 after the birth of Christ.
These six borders I sent to the wives of Caspar Nuetzel, Hans Imhof, Straeub, the two Spenglers, and Loeffelholz, and to each a good pair of gloves. To Pirkheimer I sent a large cap, a costly inkstand of buffalo horn, a silver Emperor, one pound of pistachios, and three sugar canes. To Caspar Nuetzel I sent a great elk's foot, ten large fir cones, and cones of the stone-pine.
They may have often listened with hungry ears to disputes between Pirkheimer and Duerer, and envied the good luck, grace and gift which had enabled the latter to bridge over a gulf as great as that which separated them from him, between him and Pirkheimer or Vambueler.
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