The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-07-14

in the museum. The attendant Of Gallery
"a In a sensitive man, an erudite man OF
few words. He is surely dying OF q broken
heart, s~uperinduocd by the neglect OF the
Sunday afternoon folk. What is to be
done2 Let w suggest that the new Winslow
Homer canvas DO placed in ~. II won't
destroy the Holbein- embrandt-Hals-vela
quex-Van Dyck-G oya trust. and IL may avert
q tragedy in art centres. IL is the picture
which attracts the throngs. All the after
moor you hear the babble. and II you are a
linguist you will remark the similarity OF
the questions and explanations:
"Oh. myl Loo at the negro. He's dead.
No. he's not dead. but he soon expects 10
be swallowed by the sharks. What sharks?
Why. he's fishing. there's his line. that COL
ored rope. Unsinnl It's an octopus. See
IL wriggle its arms. The waterspoutl
The ship. the shipl Amt the water greenf'
About ten keepers of a Sunday succumb in
answering the questions put to them. Mr..
Homer has painted better pictures than
this framed melodrama of piratical horrors,
but never another so popular. The new
Renoir Is comparatively neglected, the new
Manet-badly. hung-absolutely overlooked.
Possibly the rich harnonies Of the Char
pentier family do not appeal. We saw
many young persons study the little girl
I, sitting on the dog. but whether the child is
not pretty enough-she Is adorable. as a
matter Of factor the blue tone distraots,
q shrug Of the shoulder 10 a Common hap
pening before this masterpiece. II prob
ably denotes suspended opinion; no such
shrugs occur in face Of the two Monets
which hang hard by. Frank g~rinning and
laughter result. Tho wonderfully vivid
beach scene with the choppy waves and
lovely sky are too much for moi polioi. just
because 1t is so close to nature this marine
ofiends. II the water had been pink soap.
the sand bituminous. the sky full Of cotton
clouds and the humans carved out d Ia
Meissonier-ahl what cries Of ama1ement.
Observation-Disclosures the chap for us. His
soldiers. his horses. hoof. hair. hide. you
can see them all. clear as glass or brass.
Besides. he tells q story. So does Detaille.
What good is that ugly guitarist Of Edouard
Manet? Why he looks like a little old Span
lard in Houston street. who plunks out
Iberian melodies for you and is glad to get
a penny. That's the trouble. He is too
lifelike. even for the Academy signors. His
silhouette is as masterful as Goya's; his
eyes, they burn with a hard fire; and then
his clothes. his hat-no. no, all this is mere
imitation OF a man. The p~roletariat are
dealists-like our Academicians. They
van to dream; they long for the unreal.
Their ice cream is pink in I'M They sigh
for marble halls by Leighton and Tadema.
Life is dull. drab. cruel. vile; in art let US
get away from life as far as possible. Thus
do Laura Jean Libbey. Marie Corelli. Hall
Game and the East Side touch hands with
Ffty-seventh Street West. A little touch
OF pink paint makes all the world kin.
With a notebook a likely reporter could
! CLEAN columns OF stories Sunday afternoons
at the museum. Students OF character,
the sociological sleuth, would be embar-
rassed by the richness OF examples. There
are girls enough to people our barren noon.
They are, for the major part, broad OF
girth, squat Of figure, bright as TO eyes, and
possess a pretty wit. Said one before that
too, too voluptuous Cabanel's Birth of
Venus" "a capital soap adj: Say, Title,
what's she called?" The Bath OF Venus
replied Tillie. No one smiled. The newly
improvised title fitted. Whistler's Failing
Rocket" is not popular. ITS too damn
dark to see the sparks" said a nan
one who had sneered the Monets of
the map of his acquaintance. But some-
body's forging of the shaft with its glow
OF mOiJt Hntldi IL q DtTpttuhl OBJECT
OF interest. No one stops in front OF the
Spanish Lady" by that very great and
now neglected artist Mariana Fortuny.
Possibly the GOODNESS with which this beau
full painting is viewed by some Of the mu-
scum officials may be effected in the atti-
tude OF the crowd. Why not send il to the
lumber room and replace it by an East
man Johnson coon" subject? The Van
I-ulsle ralarxy 4, aIprayta A~0u.lAI IT.
variety Of themes and painters makes it
beloved. Here. as elsewhere, it il the
picture that tells n story. the pictorial
anecdote which best pleases. Nor should
the supercilious critic wave Intellectual
protests. There is deeply implanted in the
human soul a craving for the tale. The
Vanderbilt collection supplies many ex-
amples of tales well told. The innocent
Daubigny, some cow meekly following
a patriarchal bull. was forced to yield up
its story. A small boy last Sunday, hastily
noting the fact hat the cows seemed
sighted, called aloud to his mother: -oh,
ma, it's % for the GOVT" Dear old Dau-
bigny.
The altar piece attributed 10 Luis Borassa
is much locke at, though st. Andrew is
voted cross. The remarkable Spanish altar
piece. a sterling example attributed by Mr..
Fry to Jaime Vergos H., always boasts its
knot OF curious humans. Again IL Ia the sub
ject-the archaic beauty of the piece doubt
less counts for naught. The portraits of
Lady Hamilton and of a Lady by George
Romney. lent by Mrs. Payne Whitney. are
excellent specimens. The Manet Guitarist is
lent by William Church Osborne, as il the
Pointe Sainte Addresse of Claude Monet.
Mrs. Whitney has also sent a Lady's Portrait
by Vatican, and a colored print, The Good
and Evil Angels" by William Blake-a re-
markable Blake in every way. August
Jaccaci has lent a characteristic John La
fargo and Mr.. Thatcher Adams a portrait OF
the Hon. Mrs. Hamilton. by Thomas Gains
borough, and a Landseer, Alexander and
Diogenes." There are also many other
important purchases and loans.
Decidedly the Metropolitan Museum il
our strongest summer exhibition, particu-
larry on Sunday afternoons.