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Updated: May 15, 2025
He remained just fifteen days, when the shop was closed. Delacroix, in a rage because of the lack of talent and funds among his pupils, sent them away. Puvis had been under the tuition of Henri, the brother of Ary Scheffer, and for years spoke with reverence of that serious but mediocre painter.
I do not go quite this far, but from the time Scheffer rebuked the Princess of Orleans by refusing to reply to her saucy tongue there was a perfect understanding between them. The young woman listened respectfully if he spoke, and when he painted followed his work with eager eyes. At last she had met one who was not intent on truckling for place and pelf.
Where Franklin had discoursed Poor Richard philosophy, there now gathered each Sunday night a company in which "the greatest of the Americans" would have delighted. For this company, no question was too sacred for frank and free discussion. It was at the home of Lafayette that Scheffer met Augustin Thierry, and between these two there grew a friendship that only death was to divide.
"He gave them," says M. Vitet, "home, atelier, material, sympathy, whatever they needed." Another writer, M. Anatole de la Lorge, said of him, while yet living, "Ary Scheffer has the rare good luck not to be exclusive. His heart can pity every suffering as fully as his pencil can portray it.
Among other figures she attempted was an equestrian statue of Joan of Arc. This work was cast in bronze and now occupies an honored place at Versailles. So thoroughly did the young woman enter into the spirit of sculpture that she soon surpassed Scheffer in this particular line; but to him she gave all credit.
Not long after their first meeting Scheffer was invited to come to La Grange and make it his home as long as he cared to. The Little Mother urged the acceptance of such an invitation. To associate for a time with the aristocratic world would give the young man an insight into society and broaden his horizon. In the family of Lafayette, Scheffer mingled on an equality with the guests.
Only in the Saloon of 1819 did the Revolution, which had already affected every other department of thought and life, reach the ateliers. It commenced in that of Guérin. The very weakness of the master, who himself halted between two opinions, left the pupils in freedom to pursue their own course. Scheffer did not esteem this a fortunate circumstance for himself.
"There is my Gretchen," he thought to himself, and went down and followed her into the cathedral. If he could get what was in her face, he would get what Scheffer could not. A little later walking by her in the green lanes, he meditated, "It is the face of Gretchen, but not the soul the Red Mouse has never passed this child's lips. Nevertheless " "Nevertheless " he said to himself, and smiled.
The call was not entirely unexpected on the part of the Duke. Scheffer addressed him as "Le Roi," and this told all. The Duke hesitated, but finally decided to accept the mission, fraught with such mighty import. He started in disguise for Paris that night on foot.
His father dying while he was still young, his mother resolved, though her means were but small, to remove the family to Paris, in order that her son might obtain the best opportunities for instruction. There young Scheffer was placed with Guerin the painter. But his mother's means were too limited to permit him to devote himself exclusively to study.
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