. Miscellaneous papers and sketches : hitherto uncollected. ecould not if he would) grace and beauty withal. Thecolor and manner of this noble picture are neither of theVenetian school, nor the Florentine, nor the English, butof the Mulready school. Ah ! my dear Floridor! I wishthat you and I, ere we die, may have erected such a beauti-ful monument to hallow and perpetuate our names. Ourchildren — my boy, Sebastian Piombo Titmarsh — will seethis picture in his old age, hanging by the side of the STRICTURES ON PICTURES. 115 Kaffaelles in our Xational Gallery. I sometimes fancy, inthe presence o
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. Miscellaneous papers and sketches : hitherto uncollected. ecould not if he would) grace and beauty withal. Thecolor and manner of this noble picture are neither of theVenetian school, nor the Florentine, nor the English, butof the Mulready school. Ah ! my dear Floridor! I wishthat you and I, ere we die, may have erected such a beauti-ful monument to hallow and perpetuate our names. Ourchildren — my boy, Sebastian Piombo Titmarsh — will seethis picture in his old age, hanging by the side of the STRICTURES ON PICTURES. 115 Kaffaelles in our Xational Gallery. I sometimes fancy, inthe presence of such works of genius as this, that my pic-ture of Sir Sam and Lady Hicks is but a magnificent errorafter all, and that it will die away, and be forgotten. To this, then, of the whole gallery, I accord the palm, and cannot refrain from making a little sketch, illustrativeof my feelings. I have done everything, you see, very accurately, exceptMr. ;Mulreadys face; for, to say truth, I never saw thatgentleman, and have no idea of his personal appearance.. N^ // / TITMARSIl ILA( lN(i THK LAUUKL-WKP:ATI! OX THE BROWSOF MULUEADY. Near to All the worlds a stage is a charming picture, by Archbishop Eastlake; so denominated by me, becausethe rank is very respectable, and because there is a certainpurity and religious feeling in all Mr. Eastlake does, whicheminently entitles him to the honors of the prelacy. Inthis picture, Gaston de Foix (he whom Titian painted, hismistress buckling on his armor) is parting from his mis-tress. A fair peaceful garden is round about them; andhere his lady sits and clings to him, as though she wouldcling forever. But, look! yonder stands the page andthe horse pawing; and, bejond the wall which bounds thequiet garden and flowers, you see the spears and pennonsof knights, the banners of King Louis and De Foix, thethunderbolt of Italy. Long shining rows of steel-cladmen are marching stately by; and with them must rideCount Gaston — to conquer and die at