Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-03-26
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: Morning 1T the Art Loan IA IA ibitisn.
10 spend a day in Florence, a week in
Rome, . year abroad, j. pleasure denied to
hundreds who have lguglngs after the beau
uiul, and vino ar- just rs apprecIa alive a. the
I chosen few" To these hundreds morning
in our home gallery l. something much less
than going abroad, yet also brings one com
Tort not 10 be found in foreign lands. 10
brings the truth home that the plague, the
hard times and floods have not destroyed the
ambition for home culture. On entering the
door a large screen meets the eve. The design
I Is a garden wall broken in places, trumpet
vine hanging over II, and the scarlet flowers
true to nature. The work Is by Mr. Darlington
7 Mason. just On TO the LETT are the beautiful
thing from the AlhaLnbrs, that are 10y 10
look at and 10 study, while We live again the
old -tJriez with which the name Is assO-
ciated. High above all this mimic archi-
lecture Is a lovely II. Agnes, painted by
Amelia in Rome, in 1917. 1t belongs TO
nrs. David BrvzOn. An exquisite bronze
s'P-vche." loaned by Mrs. Thatcher. Is one
of the most perfect things in the collection,
and near 1t Is an old portrait OF Madame lie
Brun, painted by herself. She Is smiling
gaily under her wide hat, and we scarcely
dare believe the bright face Is dead and long
ago dust. \ lew steps on are a dozen dog
lies IN a frame. They are embroidered on
fine linen with hemstitched fringe This
and Is artistic in the true meaning OF the
word. Looking down on this dainty needle
work Is don QuixOte,' while near by and
keeping him company Is "Mephistophelez,"
/ looking satanic to the tip Of his long feet.
These two perfect figures belong to Mrs.
Belcher, aud are worth the price OF
admission. A screen by Mrs. Falls is a
beautiful specimen Of home talent. The back
ground is dark velvet, on which grow the
purple flowers that have some poetic name
but which in our far-oH childhood we called
| by the dear old name of purple flags.
| Further on Is another screen painted on
black satin. On one side are autumn leaves
in all their lovely tints, while on the others
tropical flowers and the flaming haminso
make a beautiful Southern picture. This Is
the work Of Mrs. William c. FOlSe-. : head
OF "P-yche,' in trayOn. by Miss Pearl
koun-, from Mr.. Nelson's studio, Is most
beautiful. Above this modern work, which
should possess most interest for US, is what ia
called a picture Of "Leda and The Swan"
One cannot we'll see why, because the artist
has painted as perfect goose as can be
found swimming in a pond any summers
day. He Is sustained, too, by many InytholO-
gists, and so the drome bird must be . goose.
Notwithstanding We kick against the pricks,
aud hold our breath IN sentimental
horror at such sacrilege, We must
abide by the homely truth. Just here
hangs 'Sunset on the Nile" by our own Carl
Gutherz, who puts his delicate poetic nature
in everything he touches and who needs no
Introduction to Memphis people. Most &on-
derful to one who understands not the mys-
terry OF such things, is the South kensington
work by Mrs. Apperson; and while we stand
asking how fingers accomplish such things
silence fills Us with awe, As we look up at
a picture painted by Mr.. Collier. Whether
We comprehend or not, ii speaks with a thou
sand whispering voices. About it there is
no light or sound; but tears come,
and We think Of Longfellow's "Heartbreak'
Passing too rapidly on We stand before the
water-color portrait by Mrs Finnie The
delicate coloring is indeed wonderful, and
the velvet hand is also painted by her own
hand. Above are two lovely heads by the
same artist-a blonde and brunette, exquis-
lite enough to live in ones memory latter
many days" Above these last is a splen-
did copy OF GuidOn's ''Magdalen," by
Mrs. Finnie; and under it a beauti
fully decorated vase by Mrs. Molloy.
Near the "Magdalen" hung two beauti-
full pictures Of morning and evening,
painted by Mrs. Bryson. Both are lovely
pictures and the tints and colorins of morn
ing, with the autumnal trees, make one
think OF all the poems that were ever writ
ten. And now We come to picture, the
mention OF which must make all the sports
men determine to give many mornings"
dud sun llAOLC IibthGl CudnSty ~ llllS gar
lery. This is a portrait of Gladstone" the
famous setter dog owned by Mr. Bryson. The
original portrait of Gladstone" was painted
by an artist in Strathroy, Canada, and this
copy by Mrs. Bryson has been pronounced
by those who know to be incomp arahle. 1t
is as well to keep posted about every
thing when one can. As Gladstone" has
never known defeat, it is right he should
live on canvas as well as in the hearts of his
friends. On! my dear editors, | so well I'M
derstand how chary you are of space that
there Is not courage to bring in all the lovely
things; relics of the mound builders, coral as
1t came fresh from the sea, old daggers made
OF teeth and leather thongs that would make
the mouth of every boy in town water a
a thousand quaint and beautiful articles Of
rsrtu. There is est. Sebastian" by Carl Guth-
err; Bisque figures from abroad; charming
little picture of "Apple Blossoms" by Mrs. |
Falls; Fish Girl, by Miss Rambant; bri-
dial wells 200 years cid; silver buckles
that belonged to an age when men did not
look like a crowd of Dromios, and when |
their dress had some life and sparkle to it !
things very few of this dear and goahead |
generation ever saw; old tapestry that a
woman with needle and thread had touched |
a century ago; an old portrait by Peter |
Weep. But we have not forgotten the small |
head OF the Counties Potocka," by Miss |
Kate Karl, and we thank the fair young art !
LIST Tor giving Us look into the lace that |
made so many hearts ache in her day. The |
French ambassador first, then the Polish |
general, until from a little Greek girl of |
low estate she became Schone Grain. Look |
ing at the lovely face and matches eyes it /
is not difficult to understand that a man
would be willing to give half his fortune to
own them. This beautiful countess" brings |
our morning almost to close, and |
there comes thrill of triumph that worthy |
things are made in our plague-stricken city, |
and by our people who have stepped with |
blistsred feet across so many rocky places. |
Feeling thus, with slow and reluctant step |
we open the door to leave, while the angelic |
face Of Raphael, "a copy by Mrs. Mason
is looking down on Us like a benediction |
after prayer" ARIADSE.