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Aurora is obliged to acknowledge to herself that Romney is right in charging women with inability to escape from personal considerations. She confesses, We women are too apt to look to one, Which proves a certain impotence in art. But in the end, and after much struggling, Aurora wins for her poetry even Romney's reluctant admiration. Mrs.

Gardner, chanced to see some of young Romney's drawings, was struck with their cleverness, and encouraged him to persevere, and to make his first essay in portraiture by taking her likeness.

Please make yourself at home!" And with a slight bow to her, the first sign in him of those manners of the grand seigneur she had vaguely expected, he was moving away, when she said hurriedly, pursuing her own thought: "You said Miss Pitstone was very good-looking?" "Oh, very!" He laughed. "She's exactly like Romney's Lady Hamilton. You know the type?" "Ye-es," said Mrs. Friend.

'Beloved and honoured Titiano! she wrote, some years later; 'how that name recalls the happy, happy hours I passed with you at Eartham; when by the title 'Muse' you summoned me to the morning walk! Amongst the drossy twaddle which passed current as poetry at Eartham, a sonnet in Romney's honour by a true poet William Cowper may be counted as pure gold.

Mrs. Yates, though an accomplished actress, was far from possessing the personal gifts of the Kembles' sister. To Romney's studio Cumberland also brought Garrick, with some hope that the great actor might interest himself in favour of the painter. But Garrick was too closely allied with Sir Joshua; he was wilfully blinded to the merits of Romney.

Romney's work was condemned as 'a mere coat and waistcoat picture, and much fault was found with his accurate rendering of the regimentals of the officers and soldiers and the silk stockings of the general. But, in truth, West was merely following in the footsteps of George Romney, who had already produced a 'Death of Wolfe' in the correct dress of the period.

But it may be open to doubt whether the editor of Boswell does not undervalue the artists specified in illustration of his proposition: more especially Romney. That any benefit has accrued to Romney's fame from the unsafe sort of embalmment it has received in the rhymes of such poetasters as Hayley and Cumberland cannot be contended.

Since the first expression of this opinion in print, she had changed the fashion of her hair, and at fancy-dress balls, of which she was fond, she generally appeared as the beautiful Emma. Certainly the cast of her features and the cutting of her lips faintly recalled those of Romney's ideal; but Mrs.

She turned with a shrug and cast her eyes upon the wall. "How do you like this picture? It's my latest toy. I call it just sweet!" He cautiously examined the painting. "It is vary pretty." "Do you know Romney's work?" The Baron shrank back. "Not again to-day, please!" Miss Maddison opened her handsome eyes to their widest. "My word!" she cried. "If these are Highland manners, Lord Tulliwuddle!"

There is an irresistible fascination in the study of the men and women of the eighteenth century of France and England; they, their manners and customs, have disappeared for ever, but Gainsborough's gracious women, Sir Joshua Reynolds's charming types, and Romney's sensitive heads, have in England immortalised the reign of beauty of this period; in France the elegance and grace of the time are shown in the canvases of Greuze, Vanloo, and Fragonard, in the cupids and doves and garlands which adorned the interiors of Mme. de Pompadour.