The record-union., 1897-04-04

I tenn; but it had it's birth among our
| by which two French architects, La
| brouste and Viollet-le-Duc, especially
| the latter, have been foreshadowed, at
| once the study of Gothic art and the
| return, in decorative art, to same ma
tional traditions. They have been ap-
preciated and followed unfortunately,
| by only small number. Disdained at
| home, their ideas have been taken up
| in England by Morris; they have been
| appreciated by the French only after
having born fruit in England in Bel
GUM, even in Germany.
AT the present moment there are
two foreign schools, one English, the
| other American, with continuous devel-
opment in sight, whose activity mani
tests itself by works in harmony with
| the needs of the respective countries,
| with the habits and temperament of the
| race; a Belgium school is in progress of
| formation. And everywhere in Eu-
rope analogous tendencies are making
| themselves felt"
New York Times: True art, says a
French critic, is not regarded in Eng
land unless some one can paint a lit
tie onion so real that it makes your
eyes water" otherwise, the picture has
not fulfilled it's necessary functions
The critic divides the English frequent
ing a gallery into two classes: those
having catalogues and those without
them, and he insists that the first class
all carry a catalogue which they study
diligently and never look at the picture
save for the Veriication of the number.
Putting aside the categorical picture
which no one can understand, it would
| be both entertaining and curious to
treat at some coming show pictures as
object lessons, and ask visitors to write
down (prcviding they could write) what
certain pictures meant. One pertinent
question might be the time of day
Did the artist make this picture repre-
senting scene at early morning, at
noon, or in the afternoon? OF course,
picture with a rising or a setting
sun would be hors concour Just that
matter of the hour indicated or intend
ed to be indicated by the artist is Of
ten vaguely expressed, and if it es-
capped the critics, say, of the east side,
then certainly there would be some
thing wanting on the part of the artist
Mr. Zangwill writes in the New York
''Bookman:' There has been no true
picture of the Jew in English litera-
ture. The Jew has not been represent
ed in European fiction except by Ger
man novelists who dealt with the
Ghetto life. Just a few touches in
Daniel Deronda" are accurate. The
tn !,
life. They do not let the Christian
into their family secrets. Just as in
the East you cannot get into the fam
lily life and circle, you cannot get hold
of their ideas if you are an outsider
Those Jews who were able to write
were so afraid that they would be
known as Jews that they never wrote
of their own race. Disraeli does not
seem to have known many Jews, he left
the Jewish community so early.
cart Interchange New York: At
ter a lapse of centuries a monument
has recently been set up in the Church
of San Lorenzo, Florence, to Donatello,
the great sculptor and favorite artist
of Cosimo di Medic. The monument,
which stands in the transept where the
remains of the artist lie is inscribed:
ITO the memory of Donatello by his
country, through the Artists Club of
Florence"
Edwin Arnold has just brought out
/ in this country the new edition of II.
n. Ellacombe's ''Plant-Lore and Car
den-Craft Of Shakespeare" The princi-
pal change consists in the addition of
a large number of Illustrations Shakes
pere was no botanist nor professional
gardener, says Mr.. Ellacombe; but he
was a lover of plants, and to have all
the illusions to them and characteri-
cations of them which are scattered
through his writings brought together
in one volume, with suitable comment
and Illustration, is a thing which has
both use and charm.
In Monstuart Grant Duff's Notes
From Diary, 1S51-1S72," purposed to
be- according to the author, "one of
the most good-natured books of its kind
ever printed 1t certainly appears to
have met this intention, including much
that is amusing and gossipy, with lit
tie or nothing to offend. Here is an
entry in the diary for 1852:
November Is. At the Duke of Wei
lingtons funeral in st. Pauls. AS the
| riderless horse. with the boots slung
across it, was being led down st.
James street, Mr.. Brookheld's little
daughter said. Mamma, when we die,
shall We also be turned into boots?"
y
One morning in the winter of 1856
young woman from somewhere "out
West presented herself at the office
of a leading New York magazine. She
brought with her a letter from James
Whitcomb Riley and the manuscript of
a story she had just completed. She
was anxious, she said. that the latter
should have an early reading, as she
should remain in New York until de-
cision as to it's merits was reached.
| The editor gave her little encourage