The Confessions of a Caricaturist, Volume 1Harper and brothers, 1902 - Artists Correspondence |
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Page 137 - To bloom restored the faded maid; He gave each muscle all its strength; The mouth, the chin, the nose's length; His honest pencil touch'd with truth, And mark'd the date of age and youth.
Page 100 - I N. take thee N. to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part, if Holy Church will it permit, and thereto I plight thee my troth.
Page 102 - I wish I dared dispose with all costume: naked children are so perfectly pure and lovely, but Mrs. Grundy would be furious — it would never do.
Page 147 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reach'd the noblest point of art, Whose pictured morals charm the mind, And through the eye correct the heart. If Genius fire thee, reader, stay, If nature touch thee, drop a tear, If neither move thee — turn away — For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here.
Page 137 - Hyperboles, though ne'er so great, Will still come short of self-conceit. So very like a Painter drew, That every eye the picture knew; He hit complexion, feature, air, So just, the life itself was there.
Page 103 - As to your Sylvie I am charmed with your idea of dressing her in white; it exactly fits my own idea of her; I want her to be a sort of embodiment of Purity. So I think that, in Society, she should be wholly in white— white frock ('clinging' certainly; I hate crinoline fashion): also I think we might venture on making \\crfairy dress transparent.
Page 107 - Lewis Carroll came from Oxford one evening, early in the history of the work, to dine, and afterwards to see a batch of work. He ate little, drank little, but enjoyed a few glasses of sherry, his favourite wine. 'Now,' he said, 'for the studio!' I rose and led the way. My wife sat in astonishment. She knew I had nothing to show. Through the drawingroom, down the steps of the conservatory to the door of my studio. My hand is on the handle. Through excitement Lewis Carroll stammers worse than ever....
Page 102 - He thought he saw a banker's clerk Descending from a bus : He looked again, and found it was A hippopotamus : "If this should stay to dine," he said, "There won't be much for us!
Page 102 - Carroll was as unlike any other man as his books were unlike any other author's books. It was a relief to meet the pure simple, innocent dreamer of children, after the selfish commercial mind of most authors. Carroll was a wit, a gentleman, a bore and an egotist — and, like Hans Andersen, a spoilt child.
Page 102 - But his egotism carried him still further. He was determined no one should read his MS. but he and I; so in the dead of night (he sometimes wrote up to 4 am) he cut his MS. into horizontal strips of four or five lines, then placed the whole of it in a sack and shook it up; taking out piece by piece, he pasted the strips down as they happened to come. The result, in such an MS., dealing with nonsense on one page and theology on another, was audacious in the extreme, if not absolutely profane — for...