"Mary Hogarth was born November 10th, 1699. To say that it is superior to these is but slight praise; independent of this relative superiority, it will not be easy to point out a better painted portrait. The head, which is marked with uncommon benevolence, was in 1739 engraved in mezzotinto by M'Ardell. "So very like a painter drew, That every eye the picture knew.— His honest pencil touch'd with truth, And mark'd the date of age and youth;" But see the consequence: "In dusty piles his pictures lay, For no one sent the second pay." Finding the result of truth so unpropitious to his fame and fortune, he changed his practice: "Two bustos fraught with every grace, A Venus, and Apollo's, face He placed in view;—resolved to please, Whoever sat, he drew from these." This succeeded to a tittle: "Through all the town his art they prais'd, His custom grew, his price was rais'd." "How I want thee, humorous Hogarth! Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art! Were but you and I acquainted, Every monster should be painted. You should try your graving tools On this odious group of fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them; Form their features while I gibe them; Draw them like, for I assure ye, You will need no caricatura. Draw them so that we may trace All the soul in every face." "A society, composed of a number of the most respectable persons in this country, commonly known by the name of the 'Dilettanti,' made the first step towards an establishment of this nature. That society having accumulated a considerable fund, and being really promoters of the fine arts, generously offered to appropriate it to support a public academy. "General Gray, a gentleman distinguished by his public spirit and fine taste, was deputed by that society to treat with the artists. I was present at their meeting. On the part of our intended benefactors, I observed that generosity and benevolence which are peculiar to true greatness; but on the part of the majority of the leading artists, I was sorry to remark motives, apparently limited to their own views and ambition to govern, diametrically opposite to the liberality with which we were treated. After various conferences, the 'Dilettanti' finding that they were to be allowed no share in the government of the academy, or in the appropriating their own fund, the negotiation ended."—Strange's Inquiry, p. 62. In March 1754, they met at Rathmell's Coffeehouse, Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. Their first premium for the best drawing by boys and girls under fourteen years of age was £15; but as the subscribers were then too few in number to raise the proposed sum, the two above-named noblemen made good a considerable deficiency. They next met at the Circulating Library, in Crane Court, Fleet Street, and on the 10th of January 1755 at Peele's Coffeehouse, where the first premium of £5 for the best drawing by boys under the age of fourteen was adjudged to Mr. Richard Cosway. It has frequently been the fate of painters, as well as poets, to have their works disregarded until the authors were out of the hearing of praise or censure. Young, in his Love of Fame, speaking of the value which a writer's death gave to his productions, neatly enough concludes with an allusion to Tonson the bookseller: "This truth sagacious Tonson knew full well, And starv'd his authors that their works might sell." Don Quixote, through the cloud of dirt and deformity which obscured a vulgar country wench, discovered the brilliant beauties of that peerless princess, the Lady Dulcinea del Toboso! Such is the power of enchantment. Among his papers I found a tolerably spirited drawing in pen and ink, entitled "A Christmas Gambol from Leicester Square to Westminster Hall," representing the artist with ass's ears, stripped, and tied to a cart's tail, and an old fellow with a long wig and cat-o'-nine-tails in his hand, lashing his naked back, and exclaiming, "You'll write books, will ye!" A barber's block, fixed on a straight pole, is stuck at the head of the cart, and labelled, "Perpendicular and beautiful blockhead." The horse is led by a vulgar drayman, whose locks being so dishevelled as to form a kind of glory, are inscribed, "Lines of beauty." Over the head of the painter is this motto: "'Twere better a millstone had been tied about thy neck, and (THOU) cast into the sea." The following specimen of polite satire and curious orthography crowns the whole:— "N.B.—Speedily will be published, an apology, in quarto, called Beauty's Defiance to Charicature; with a very extraordinary frontispiece, a just portraiture (printed on fool's-cap paper), and descriptive of the punishment that ought to be inflicted on him that dare give false and unnatural descriptions of beauty, or charicature great personages; it being an illegal as well as a mean practice; at the same time flying in the face of all regular bred gentlemen painters, sculptures, architects—in fine—arts and sciences." Numerous prints were published in ridicule of his system and himself. In a set of engravings, entitled "The New Dunciad, done with a view of fixing the fluctuating ideas of taste, dedicated to his friend Beauty's Analyzer," I find several prints with mottoes, which, in most vile and vulgar phrase, ridiculed both author and book. Some of them are not destitute of humour; but all would ere now have been consigned to oblivion, had not they been occasionally collected as relatives to Hogarth. One of them is entitled "Pugg's Graces, etched from his ORIGINAL daubing." In this the artist is represented at his easel, with Lomazzo in his pocket, and with a satyr's feet (one of which rests on some copies of his Analysis), and painting the picture of "Pharaoh's Daughter." He is accompanied by a fat and a lean connoisseur; the former shows evident marks of admiration, but the latter holds the Analysis in his left hand, and appears rather puzzled. A figure in the background, who, to show that he is a judge, is arrayed in a gown, a band, and ample periwig, shows evident marks of disgust. Three naked and most filthy female figures, one of them fat as was Bright of Malden, and another tall and thin as a splinter of the Monument, are intended to represent "Pugg's graceless Graces." One of these beauties rests her foot on a box inscribed, "For the March presented to the Foundling Hospital, with a gilded frame for the admiration of the public." The other is seated on a chest of drawers, on which are written under the word FOLLY, "Bid for by Pugg's friends, £50, £100, £120." This most pointed piece of wit evidently alludes to the auction of "Marriage À la Mode," which has been already noticed. On the upper part of the print is a head, entitled "A modern cherubin," with a bag-wig on, and a stick bent into a waving line in his mouth, a satyr holding a medallion, on which is a head with a cap and bells, and many other curious allusions to the serpentine line. On the floor are a pair of stays, a pair of boots, a pair of candlesticks, etc. etc., allusive to the prints to the Analysis. Beneath is a grotesque figure of a devil, with a little incubus, masks, etc., holding in his hand a piece of paper, which seems a leaf of the book, and is inscribed, "To be continued." A. C. Invt. et Sculp.—Published according to Act of Parliament, 1753-4. On the back of this delicate satire is printed the following address:— "TO THE PUBLIC. "I propose to publish by subscription an Analysis of the Sun, in which I will show the constituent parts of which it is composed, and of which it ought to have been composed. "I will compute exactly its magnitude and quantity of matter, both as it is, and as it ought to have been constructed. "As to the supposed motion of the sun or earth, I shall prove that Ptolemy and Copernicus were neither of them right in any part of their conjectures; and that consequently Kepler, Des Cartes, Cassini, Leibnitz, and Sir Isaac Newton are absolutely wrong. "I will likewise refute that vulgar error, that the sun, with respect to our earth, is the cause of light and heat; and I will show how they are caused. "I will prove that the figure of our earth is an inverted . And lastly, I will demonstrate that their systems show nothing of my line of beauty. "This work will be printed on a new invented fool's-cap paper, at half a guinea to subscribers; but to those who do not subscribe, it will be fifteen shillings. "Subscriptions will be taken in by the etcher of this plate, and at my house, at the sign of the Harlot's Head in Leicester Fields. "N.B.—It will be in vain for astronomers, foreign or domestic, to crowd my house for information in their art; I grant them leave to subscribe, which is all the favour they are to expect from me. "W. H." In a well-etched print which, on a monumental stone placed in the corner, the engraver has chosen to denominate "A self-conceited arrogant dauber, grovelling in vain to undermine the ever-sacred temple of the best painters, sculptors, architects, etc., in imitation of the impious Herostratus, who with sacrilegious flame destroyed the temple of Diana to perpetuate his name to posterity." We have here a very rich and well-imagined column, the base ornamented with historical bas-relief; and between a serpent, which is spirally twisted round a circular pillar, are portraits of painters, sculptors, etc. At the bottom of this, on his knees, and still with satyr's legs and feet, and a pen stuck in his hat, the artist has represented Hogarth; who, attended by a well-dressed connoisseur in the character of his torch-bearer, accompanied by his favourite dog, and armed with his palette knife, is grubbing up whatever he can find under it. No. 3, the inscription informs us, is "A satyr ready to lash the scribbler away;" and by the same authority we learn that No. 4 are "Geese," which being placed close to this emulator of the fame of Erostratus, "greedily swallows whatever he can rake up with his palette knife," etc. etc. etc. The print is enriched with cypress trees, capitals, well-formed vases, and superb edifices; the whole (for it is a night scene) is lighted up by the temple of Diana in flames. Beneath it is the waving line in a small triangle, and the following verses:— "The vile Ephesian, to obtain A name—a temple fires; Observe, friend H—g—th, 'twas in vain, He had not his desires. You might with reason, sure, expect Your fate would be the same; Men first thy labours will neglect, Next quite forget thy name." One nauseous delineation is entitled, "The Artist in his own Taste;" and another, "The Author run mad." In one he is represented as "A mountebank, demonstrating to his admiring audience that crookedness is most beautiful;" and in another of a larger size, entitled "The Burlesquer Burlesqued," depicted with satyr's legs, painting what the designer calls "A history piece, suitable to the painter's capacity, from a Dutch manuscript." This history piece is a copy of the Dutch delineation of Abraham sacrificing Isaac, by pointing a blunderbuss at his head, with an angel hovering over the figures, etc. The lives of Rembrandt, Rubens, Vandyke, and other eminent painters, are ingeniously imagined to be torn in pieces to make a window-blind for the author of the Analysis of Beauty; which book, with allusions to it, are displayed in different parts of the print, and in a storied border at the bottom it appears to be selling for waste paper. Of this engraving, the satire of which is principally levelled at the burlesque "Paul before Felix," there are two editions; the first, for the more extensive circulation of Hogarth's fame, and the benefit of such foreigners as do not understand English, has an explanation in French. "Now in hand, and will be published in about two months' time, a short addenda or supplement to the Analysis of Beauty, wherein, by the doctrine of varying lines, it will plainly be shown that a man who had never seen or heard of Roman architecture might, by adhering to these lines, produce new and original forms. "The number of pompous and expensive books of architecture which have been lately published, consist of little more than examples of the variations that were made among the ancients; and nice and useless disputes about which were the most elegant, without assigning any other reason for their choice than the authority of the columns they have measured, which gives them no other merit than that of mere pattern drawers."
"Mess. Round even to faultiness. "Cleop. For the most part, they are foolish that are so." "Oh, lasting as thy colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line! New graces yearly like thy works display, Soft without weakness, without glaring gay; Led by some rule that guides but not constrains, And finish'd more through happiness than pains." In what light can we consider the character painted by the bard when we compare it with the pictures painted by the artist? It has been truly said, that "the poet has enshrined the feeble talents of the painter in the lucid amber of his glowing lines." The conclusion of his epitaph on Sir Godfrey Kneller affords another notable example:— "Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and dying, fears herself may die." "Sing—we will drink nothing but Lipari wine."—Rehearsal. "That perspective is an essential requisite to a good painter, is attested by all our most eminent artists, and confirmed by almost every author who has wrote upon painting. Nay, the very term 'painting' implies perspective; for to draw a good picture is to draw the representation of nature as it appears to the eye; and to draw the perspective representation of any object, is to draw the representation of that object as it appears to the eye. Therefore the terms 'painting' and 'perspective' seem to be synonymous, though I know there is a critical difference between the words. I would not be understood to mean that a person is always to follow the rigid rules of perspective, for there are some cases in which it may be necessary to deviate from them; but then he must do it with modesty, and for some good reason, as we have shown in the course of this work. Nor would I be thought to desire the artist to make use of scale or compasses upon all occasions, and to draw out every line and point to a mathematical exactness, as the design of this work is quite the reverse: it is to teach the general rules of perspective, and to enforce the practice of it by easy and almost self-evident principles; to assist the judgment and to direct the hand, and not to perplex either by unnecessary lines or dry theorems." The publication of this drew forth Mr. Highmore, who, in the preface of a pamphlet with the following title, now become very scarce, gave his decided opposition to the system:— "A Critical Examination of those two Paintings on the ceiling of Whitehall, in which Architecture is introduced, so far as relates to the Perspective, together with the discussion of a question which has been the subject of debate among painters. Written many years since, but now first published, by J. Highmore. Printed for Nourse, 1754." The question Mr. Highmore professes to discuss is by himself stated as follows, viz.:— "Whether a range of columns, standing on a line parallel to the picture, ought to be painted according to the strict rules of perspective; that is, whether those columns, in proportion as they recede from the centre of the picture, should be drawn broader than that directly opposite to the eye, as the rules require; or whether (because they really in nature appear less, in proportion as they are more distant) they ought not to be made less, or at most, equal to each other in the picture?... "Mr. Kirby says, p. 70 of his first part: 'Since the fallacies of vision are so many and great, etc., it seems reasonable not to comply with the strict rules of mathematical perspective, in some particular cases (as in this before us), but to draw the representations of objects as they appear to the eye,' etc. But I would ask, How? By guess, or by some rule? And if by any, by what rule are they to be drawn contrary to, or different from, the strict mathematical perspective rules?" In reply to these and many other strictures contained in the preface, Hogarth wrote some remarks to Mr. Kirby, in which he asks, "Whether an oval or egg can be the true representation of a sphere or ball? or whether buildings should be drawn by any such rule as would make them appear tumbling down, and be allowed to be truly represented, because the designer of them is able to show how a spectator may, in half an hour's time, be placed at such a point as would make them all appear upright? as by a like trick or contrivance the oval may be foreshortened so as to appear a circle." He further asks, "Would a carpenter allow fourteen inches to be the true representation of a foot-rule, since in no situation whatever can the eye possibly see it so?" Again: "Did ever any history-painter widen or distort his figures as they are removed from the centre of his picture? Or would he draw a file of musqueteers in that manner, when the last man in the rank would be broader than high? Why would he then serve a poor column or pedestal thus, when, poor dumb things, they cannot help themselves? And are all objects exempt from the rules of perspective except buildings? Did Highmore ever so much as dream of an intervening plane when he had been drawing a family piece with four or five people in a row, so as to distort the bodies and forms of those who had the misfortune to be placed nearest to the side of the frame? And what satisfaction would it be to his customers to tell them they were only disposed by the true rules of perspective, and might be seen in their proper shape again if they would give themselves the trouble of looking through a pin hole at a certain distance, which, by learning perspective, they might be able to find in half an hour's time; or, to save themselves that trouble, they might get a painter to lug them about till their eye was brought to the proper point. He then observes, that he would not have the intervening plane wholly rejected, but that it should be laid aside when it begins to do mischief, or is of no use; for it is no doubt as necessary to painters of architecture as scaffolding is to builders; but, like the latter, is always to be taken away when the work comes to be finished; and every defect that either may have occasioned must be corrected by the eye, which is capable to judge of the most complicated objects, perspectively true, where the dry mathematics of the art are left far behind as incapable of lending the least assistance. "These things our mathematicians are strangers to,—therefore, in my opinion, have rated them too high. Dr. Swift thought mere Philos a ridiculous sort of people, as appears by a song of his on two very remarkable ones—Whiston and Ditton. I forget it particularly, but it was about the longitude being mist on by Whiston, and not better hit on by Ditton: sing Whiston, etc. etc. Ditton has wrote a good book on speculative perspective." Hogarth then alludes to Highmore's critique on Rubens' ceiling at Whitehall, and asks, "What is it but what almost every child knows, even without the knowledge of perspective? viz. that parallel lines always meet in a point, and that he has with penetration discovered. Oh, wonderful discovery! that Rubens, unskilfully, has kept them parallel in his column, to embellish which he has tacked two fibs: one, that the error was owing to the drawing them as they would appear to the eye; the other, that the historical figures are truly in perspective; whereas King James, the principal, has a head widened or distorted, though it goes off from the eye almost as much as he would have the side columns, which are the subjects of controversy." Sir Joshua Reynolds, in his discourse delivered December 10, 1776, gives the following strong reasons against any new order succeeding:— "Though it is from the prejudice we have in favour of the ancients, who have taught us architecture, that we had adopted likewise their ornaments; and though we are satisfied that neither nature nor reason are the foundation of those beauties which we imagine we see in that art; yet if any one, persuaded of this truth, should therefore invent new orders of equal beauty, which we will suppose to be possible, yet they would not please; nor ought he to complain, since the old has that great advantage of having custom and prejudice on its side. In this case we leave what has every prejudice in its favour, to take that which will have no advantage over what we have left, but novelty, which soon destroys itself, and at any rate is but a weak antagonist against custom." "There is an art, the only one that can justly pretend to unite pleasure with absolute utility; but this art, born in servitude, to which it is still condemned, notwithstanding its extreme importance, is reckoned ignoble, for which reason some perhaps will be surprised at seeing me give it a place in this work; I mean the art of preparing aliments." "The figure's odd, yet who would think, Within this tomb of meat and drink There dwells the soul of soft desires, And all that harmony inspires? Can contrast such as this be found Upon the globe's extensive round? There can! yon hogshead is his seat, His sole diversion is to eat." When Handel had once a large party to dinner, the cloth being removed, he introduced plain port. Having drank four or five glasses with his guests, he suddenly started up—exclaimed—"I have a thought!" and stalked out of the room, to which after a short absence he returned. Having drank a few more glasses he uttered the same sentence—again retreated, and again returned. It was naturally supposed that he wished to commit to paper some idea that struck him at the moment, and passed over; but, when in less than an hour he a third time started—growled out—"I have a thought!" and a third time left the company, one of the gentlemen privately followed, and traced him into another apartment, where, on looking through the keyhole, he saw this great master of music kneel down to a hamper of champagne, that he might more conveniently reach out a flask, which having nearly finished, he returned to his friends! "This day is published, price 10s. 6d., The Tailor's Complete Guide, or a Comprehensive Analysis of Beauty and Elegance of Dress; containing rules for cutting out garments of every kind, and fitting any person with the greatest accuracy and precision. Also plain directions how to avoid the errors of the trade in misfitting, and pointing out the method of rectifying what may be done amiss; to which is added a description to cut out and make the patent plastic habits and clothes without the usual seams, now in the highest estimation with the nobility and gentry, according to the patent granted by his Majesty; the whole concerted and devised by a society of adepts in the profession. ? "This work was undertaken solely for the benefit of the trade, to instruct the rising generation, and perfectly to complete them in the art and science of cutting out clothes. The copperplates consist of each separated part, which will on the first view convince the uninformed mind that with a little attention he may be a complete tailor." It may fairly be considered as a moral lesson against gaming. The clock denotes five in the morning. The lady has lost her money, jewels, a miniature of her husband, and the half of a £500 bank note, which, by a letter lying on the floor, she appears to have recently received from him. In fine, all is lost except her honour; and in this dangerous moment she is represented perplexed, agitated, and irresolute. A print of it has lately been finely engraved by Mr. Cheesman. "Segnius irritant animos dimissa per aures, Quam quÆ sunt oculis commissa fidelibus." "What we hear, With weaker passion will affect the ear, Than when the faithful eye beholds the part." —Francis. I some years since saw a picture of "Lucretia," by Domenichino, in the collection of Mr. Welbore Ellis Agar, which in air, attitude, and expression, bore a strong resemblance to Hogarth's "Sigismunda." "Shall urge a bold and proper claim To level half the ancient fame." A writer in the Public Advertiser, March 7, 1761, honours it with the following stanzas:— "Upon seeing the picture of 'Sigismunda,' painted by Hogarth. "Antiquity, be dumb! no longer boast Arts yet unrivall'd or invention lost: From Greece, whose taste was fashion'd into law, From far-fam'd Greece, one instance let us draw. Atrides' grief Timanthes strove to paint, But found his art was foil'd, his colours faint: A veil conceal'd the inexpressive face, And what was want of power was call'd 'a grace.' In Sigismund the mind no want supplies, The painter trusts his genius to your eyes; Passion's warm tints beneath his pencil glow, And from the canvas starts the living woe. At length be just—throw prejudice aside; The modern shows—what the Greek could but hide. Then from the ancient take the palm away, And crown the greatest Artist of his day." —Howard. Under the direction of Hogarth, Mr. Basire made an etching from "Sigismunda," but it was never finished. A drawing in oil was made from it by Mr. Edwards, and it was a few years since engraved in mezzotinto by Dunkerton. Mr. Ridley engraved it for Messrs. Boydell, and a reduced copy is in the first volume of Hogarth Illustrated. One of these political slaughtermen, in a print entitled "The Bruiser Triumphant," describes Sigismunda in the character of a harlot blubbering over a bullock's heart. In another, elegantly inscribed "Tit for Tat," Hogarth is represented painting Wilkes' portrait, and a bloated and filthy figure displayed in the background baptized Sigismunda. Many other wretched and contemptible squibs were hurled about on the same occasion. Besides this public abuse, some of the anonymous versifiers of the day, who were not yet important enough to figure in a newspaper or flutter in a magazine, condescended to notice his political errors, and for the gratification of the artist transmitted their effusions to Leicester Fields. The following stanzas I found among his other papers, addressed "To the Author of the Times. "Why, Billy, in the vale of life, Show so much rancour, spleen, and strife? Why, Billy, at a statesman's whistle, Drag dirty loads and feed on thistle? Did any of the long-ear'd tribe E'er swallow half so mean a bribe? Pray have you no sinister end, Thus to abuse the nation's friend? His country's and his monarch's glory, Who prais'd no man as Whig or Tory. His country is his dearest mother, And every honest man his brother. Not so your patron can appear, He buys up scrip, and stops the arrear; His practice still, in every station, To serve himself and starve the nation. Then, Billy, in the vale of life, Desist from all this noise and strife; For though the hint perhaps is bold, I tell thee thou art growing old. Read coolly, o'er thy evening glass, Toledo's bishop in Gil Blas." Christening the author of the North Briton "his country's and his monarch's glory," leads us to suspect that the ingenious gentleman who fabricated the above rhymes had some little portion of party prejudice. The Quaker who wrote the annexed letter and epigram, which, as well as the verses that follow, were amongst Hogarth's manuscripts, was moved by a very different spirit:— "Of the eighth month, the 20th day, 1763. "Friend Hogarth,—I am one of those people, by a sort of disrespectful appellation, called Quakers; for we strive to abound in the milk of human kindness, and prefer the dove to the serpent. I know thee not but by thy works and fame as an ingenious artist in thine own way. I have seen thy compositions and handy works, and think them not only ingenious, but moral, and even more than dramatic, perfectly epic; so that I think thou deservest the character of the Epic painter, which I hereby bestow upon thee, and by which thou shalt be distinguished in future generations; for if I do not much mistake the matter, thy name will be had in honour when thine adversaries shall have perished,—I would have said, and shall stink,—but that they do already. I have hereby sent thee an epigram, such as my spirit dictated to me. I fear it hath too much in it of the gall of bitterness. But I will tell thee, friend Hogarth, I am a man of some small property and authority, having cattle under me; and when the brutes are poisoned, I cure them with wormwood. Let not thy noble spirit that is in thee be diverted from its true and masterly turn of exposing licentiousness, vice, hypocrisy, faction, and apostasy.—Thine in all brotherly and good wishes, "Ephraim Knox." An Epigram. To the Rev. Charles Churchill, Esquire, etc. "Thou boast'st, vain Churchill, with thy gray goose quill, Thou'st kill'd, or surely wilt poor Hogarth kill. Alas! he (with the world) will only smile At self-importance in a frippery style. 'Churchill, stand forth!'—I call thee not my friend;— The sober dictates of my lines attend. "Wast thou, like Hogarth, in thine own way good, Thou in the reading-desk might'st yet have stood; Though poor,—perhaps a reputable curate,— Sad! that thy stubborn heart is yet obdurate. Without fair hope of pension or of place, To make a shipwreck of divinest grace!" —Ephraim Knox. To Mr. Hogarth. "Brighthelmstone, July 9, 1763. "Sir,—You see the effects of the salt waters here; they incline us to scribble by way of amusement. I have sent you the following stanzas, which you may print or do what you please with:— To the Rev. C. Churchill. "Non ut pictura poesis." "Dear Churchill, what ill-fated hour Has put thee into Hogarth's power? This railing shows how much you're hurt, While Hogarth nothing meant but sport; Transmitting unto future times What might not live in Churchill's rhymes,— The perfect hero, poet, sage! The pride, the wonder of the age! That form,—which eating Peers admired,— Which heaven-born liberty inspir'd! Which keeps our ministers in awe, And is from justice screen'd by law! "The sad resource to which you're driven, Appears by your appeal to heaven: A place ne'er thought on once before,— Withdraw th' appeal and give it o'er. You must proceed by different ways; Your only court's the Common Pleas. "Horace was wrong when once he said, Hogarth and he were of a trade. No varying verse, howe'er divine, Can match with Raphael's stronger line. The pencil, like contracted light, Strikes with superior force the sight. "Churchill, be wise: in time retire, While Hogarth yet suspends his fire; There's something in thee like a spell, Though we can't love,—we wish thee well. You ne'er can wish to purchase shame, By driving on a losing game: His feeble hand, though you despise it, Will make you tremble, should he rise it: Already has his fancy hit on A frontispiece for the North Briton; Where in full view the virtuous pair Shall thus their various merits share. "Thy rose and Bible thrown aside, And the long cassock's tatter'd pride; His liberal hand shall in their stead Place nettles circling round thy head, Entwin'd with thistles fully blown, To wear these honours all thy own! "Next, round thy friend, and all in taste, See every social virtue plac'd; Fair Truth and modest Candour joined,— Those softer emblems of the mind; Faction expiring by his pen, And Loyalty restor'd again; Whilst he regards not this or that, Secure of T—— and of P——. "The piece thus finish'd for our view, The lines correct, the likeness true, Hogarth, ensur'd of future fame, Shall consecrate to Churchill's name." "His (Hogarth's) works are his history. As a painter he had but slender merit; in colouring he proved no greater a master: his force lay in expression, not in tints and chiaroscuro."—Anecdotes of Painting, vol. iv. p. 160. How was it possible for Mr. Walpole to have written the foregoing lines after having seen the pictures of "Marriage À la Mode"? "'Tis true indeed, as the legendaries own, that St. Catherine was slandered as a fond and light woman, and St. Teresa kept such bad company, that most persons concluded celestial visions were not compatible with her kind of life; but all this may be reconciled; for these excesses of the spiritual and carnal affections are nearer allied than is generally thought, arising from the same irregular emotions of the blood and animal spirits; and the patient is hurried on either way, according to the nature of the object; and I am much mistaken, and so is history too, if some of the warmest and most enthusiastic pretenders to the love of God have not entertained the same violence of passion (not quite so spiritual) for their neighbours."—Lavington's Enthusiasm of Papists and Methodists Compared, vol. i. p. 57. On the margin of these two prints Hogarth has inserted slight pen-and-ink sketches of "A Monk as a Windmill," "the Hopper of a Mill," etc. These are copied in the annexed plate of reference, and in a degree elucidated by the following passage in Burnet's Travels through Switzerland, etc., p. 232:— "Over a popish altar at Worms is a picture one would think invented to ridicule transubstantiation. There is a windmill, and the Virgin throws Christ into the hopper, and he comes out at the eye of the mill all in wafers, which some priest takes up to give to the people. This is so coarse an emblem, that one would think it was too gross even for Laplanders; but a man that can swallow transubstantiation will digest this likewise." Of painters presuming to explain the Trinity by a triangle, Hogarth and Swift thought alike: "If God should please to reveal unto us this great mystery of the Trinity, or some other mysteries in our holy religion, we should not be able to understand them unless He would bestow on us some new faculties of the mind."—Swift. "For eating and drinking we know the best rules, Our fathers and mothers were blockheads and fools; 'Tis dress, cards, and dancing, alone should engage This highly enlighten'd and delicate age." "Renown'd Sienna gave him birth and name, Kind Heaven his voice, and harmony his fame. While here the great and fair their tribute bring, The deaf may wonder whence his merits spring, But all think Fortune just that hear him sing." There is a portrait of Carlo Broschi Detto Farinelli, Amiconi pinxit. C. Grignion sculp. small circle. Matrimony. "A gentleman of honour and property having in his disposal at present a young lady of good family, with a fortune of sixty thousand pounds on her marrying with his approbation, would be very happy to treat with a man of fortune and family, who may think it worth his while to give the advertiser a gratuity of five thousand pounds. Direct, etc." Matrimony. "A gentleman who hath filled two succeeding seats in Parliament, is near sixty years of age, lives in great splendour and hospitality, and from whom a considerable estate must pass if he dies without issue, hath no objection to marry any single lady, provided the party be of genteel birth, polite manners, and five, six, seven, or eight months advanced in her pregnancy. Address to —— Brecknock, Esq., etc."—Pub. Adv., April 16, 1776. "To rest, the cushion and soft Dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite." "Yet shall (my Lord) your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools, Who random drawings from your sheets shall take, And of one beauty many blunders make." His Lordship was then publishing copies from the designs of Palladio and Inigo Jones. The elegant but ill-natured stanzas which allude to the Duke of Chandos, beginning, "At Timon's villa let us pass a day," everybody knows. The delicately turned compliments to Lord Burlington display the poet's art; his precepts on ornamental gardening prove his taste and judgment. I cannot resist the temptation of recalling six or eight lines to the reader's recollection, were it only to subjoin Dr. Warburton's curious note, which admirably illustrates the remark that "A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ:"— "Consult the Genius of the place in all; That tells the waters or to rise or fall; Or helps the ambitious hill the heavens to scale, Or scoops in circling theatre the vale; Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades. Now breaks or now directs th' intending lines, Paints as you plant, and as you work designs." THE NOTE! "First, the Genius of the place 'tells the waters,' or only simply gives directions: then he 'helps the ambitious hill,' or is a fellow-labourer: then again, he 'scoops the circling theatre,' or works alone, or in chief. Afterwards, rising fast in our idea of dignity, he 'calls in the country,' alluding to the orders of princes in their progress, when accustomed to display all their state and magnificence. His character then grows sacred, 'he joins willing woods,' a metaphor taken from one of the offices of the priesthood, till at length he becomes a divinity, and creates, and presides over the whole."—Warburton's edit. of Pope, 1752, vol. iii. p. 285. Would the reader wish a better specimen of the Bishop's taste! Beneath is inscribed, "With what judgment ye judge, shall ye be judged."—Matt. chap. vii. ver. 2; and, "In justice to Mr. Hogarth, the engraver of this plate declares to the public he took the hint of 'The Butifyer' from a print of Mr. Pope whitewashing Lord Burlington's gate, and at the same time bespattering the rest of the nobility." Hogarth made a very whimsical design for Fielding's tragedy of tragedies, Tom Thumb the Great. It was engraved by Vandergucht, and is prefixed to the play published by Lowndes, etc. "Who, from a patriot of distinguished note, Blister'd and bled him to a single vote." "December 12, 1759. "Sir,—When genius is made subservient to public good, it does honour to the possessor, as it is expressive of gratitude to his Creator, by exerting itself to further the happiness of His creatures. The poignancy and delicacy of your ridicule has been productive of more reformation than more elaborate pieces would have effected. On the apprehension of opening the distillery, methinks I hear all good men cry, Fire!—it is therefore the duty of every citizen to try to extinguish it. Rub up, then, Gin Lane and Beer Street, that you may have the honour and advantage of bringing the two first engines to the fire; and work them manfully at each corner of the building; and instead of the paltry reward of thirty shillings allowed by Act of Parliament, receive the glorious satisfaction of having extinguished those fierce flames which threaten a general conflagration to human nature, by pouring liquid fire into the veins of the now brave Britons, whose robust fabrics will soon fall in when these dreadful flames have consumed the inside timbers and supporters.—I am, Sir, yours, etc., "An Englishman." TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources. Footnotes have been moved to the end of the book text. Some Footnotes are very long. One occurrence of the 3-star asterism symbol is denoted by ?. On some handheld devices it may display as a space. One occurrence of the old long-form s is denoted by ?. Footnotes [105] and [108] are referenced from the prior Footnotes [104] and [107], and not from the text itself. Footnote [55] is referenced by two anchors in the same paragraph. For consistency and to follow the intent of the publisher, the Plate illustrations have been moved to the beginning of the section describing them. In most cases this was only one or two paragraphs earlier than the original book layout. Quotations of Hogarth himself, and all letters, have been indented in the main text (but not the Addenda, Notes, or Footnotes). All other quotations have not. The original text was not completely consistent in its use of vertical whitespace to end letters and Hogarth quotations. Three illustrations listed in the 'List of Plates' have no description in the text, and have been placed after 'The Farmer's Return' section. The three are: The item numbering in the 'Chronological List' at the end of the book is sometimes inconsistent or incorrect. This has been left unchanged. Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. For example, face-painter, face painter; Boleyne, Bulleyn; dissatisfactory; confuting; unascertained; personate. Pg vii, 'Martin Foulkes, Esq.' replaced by 'Martin Folkes, Esq.'. |