Chapter XVIII: Book IV: v. 549, 560

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HYMN ON THE NATIVITY.

PICTURE XXIX.

MARY and JESUS. The ruin of Paganism.

The Oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine, &c.
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn;
The brutish Gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis haste.
Stanza xix. xxii-iii.

In the possession of John Knowles, Esq.

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L'ALLEGRO.

PICTURE XXX.

Faery Mab.

In the possession of the Countess of Guilford.

PICTURE XXXI.

The Friar's Lanthorn.

In the possession of Watts Russell, Esq.

PICTURE XXXII.

The Lubbar Fiend.

With stories told of many a feat,
How faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pinch'd, and pull'd she said,
And he by friar's lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn,
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength. V. 101.

Picture XXXI. receives still better light from the following lines
in Paradise Lost, Book IX. v. 634, &c.

----as when a wand'ring fire,
Which oft, they say, some evil Sp'rit attends,
Hovering and blazing with delusive light,
Misleads th' amaz'd night-wand'rer from his way
To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool,
There swallow'd up and lost, from succour far.

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IL PENSIEROSO.

PICTURE XXXIII.

Silence.

Some still removed place----
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. V. 78.

In the possession of the Countess of Guilford.

PICTURE XXXIV.

CHREMHILD meditating revenge over the Sword of SIGFRID.

Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold----
And if _aught else_ great bards beside
In sage and solemn tunes have sung----
V. 109, 116.

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COMUS.

PICTURE XXXV.

The Palace and the Rout of COMUS; the LADY set in the enchanted
Chair, to whom he offered his Glass; the Brothers rushing in with
Swords drawn, wrest the Glass out of his hand; his Rout flying.

PICTURE XXXVI.

Orgies of COTYTTO. BAPTÆ preparing a Philtrum. See the Vth Epode of
Horace.

Venus now wakes, and wakens Love.
Come let us our rites begin----
Hail Goddess of nocturnal sport,
Dark-veil'd Cotytto----
Stay thy cloudy ebon chair,
Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend
Us thy vow'd priests, till utmost end
Of all thy dues be done.----
V. 124, 128, 134.

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LYCIDAS.

PICTURE XXXVII.

Solitude. Twilight.

Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn.
V. 26-8.

In the possession of the Countess of Guilford.

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PICTURE XXXVIII.

MILTON, as a Boy with his Mother.

In the possession of Sir Francis Burdett, Bart.

PICTURE XXXIX.

MILTON, when a Youth.

PICTURE XL.

MILTON, dictating to his Daughter.

In the possession of the Marquis of Bute.

The Vision of the Lazar-house was justly considered by the best judges in the art, to be the _chef-d'oeuvre_ of the Gallery. It is a composition of seventeen figures, and parts of figures, in which the painter creates both terror and pity in the spectator, by judiciously excluding most of those objects represented by the poet as suffering under bodily diseases calculated to create disgust, and confining himself chiefly to the representation of the maladies of the mind, which are so forcibly described by the passage,

"Demoniac Phrensy, moping Melancholy,
"And moon-struck Madness----"

It would be a vain attempt, by words, to describe this Gallery, so as to do justice to the grandeur of the ideas and of the drawing, more particularly in the pictures of 'Satan calling up his Legions;' 'Satan encountering Death, and Sin interposing;' 'Satan surprised at the ear of Eve;' 'Death and Sin bridging of Chaos,' or, in that of 'Sin pursued by Death;'--they must be seen to be appreciated. But Fuseli shone not only in the grand, the sublime, and pathetic scenes, but also in the playful ones. How rare a quality it is for the same mind to direct its efforts to the _Pensieroso_, and, at command, to divert its attention to the _Allegro_, and succeed in both!--But such were the powers of the painter in question, as well as of the poet.

Unfortunately for Fuseli, some of the newspapers of the day were so inimical to this exhibition that it was difficult for him to get an advertisement inserted, and even money would not induce the editors to give a place to any paragraph which his friends wished to insert in its favour. The beautiful lines (which will be found in the Appendix) from the pen of William Roscoe, Esquire, lay in the hands of the editor of a popular paper for some weeks before he gave them insertion.

The sum charged the public for viewing this Gallery was one shilling, and for the descriptive catalogue, sixpence. The receipts of the exhibition during the first month amounted only to one hundred and seventeen pounds, and the two succeeding ones were each even less than this sum; so that when it was closed, at the end of July, the whole of the money taken at the doors was not adequate to the payment of the rent of the premises and the expenses incurred for advertisements and attendants. Fuseli was somewhat dismayed by this, and thus expressed himself: "I have dreamt of a golden land, and solicit in vain for the barge which is to carry me to its shore." But the consciousness of his own merit did not allow him to sink under the disappointment; he determined to try the effect of another season, and laboured diligently upon pictures to be then added to the Gallery.

Barry, who was at this time professor of painting to the Royal Academy, had for a long period made himself obnoxious to the members, first by his undeserved attacks upon the works of his earliest and best friend in the art, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and afterwards by occasionally delivering in his lectures the most severe criticisms upon the works of living artists, and among others upon those of West, the then President, and Fuseli. The latter were, however, in some degree provoked by the frequent although just sallies of wit, which Fuseli employed on Barry's pretensions to learning. The President and Council of the Academy pointed out the impolicy of such proceedings, and indeed reprimanded Barry; but this, instead of checking, had the effect of increasing the violence of his abuse. A meeting of the whole body of the Academicians was consequently summoned, and they not only dispossessed him of the Chair as Professor, but expelled him the Academy. The Chair of the Professor of Painting being by this resolution vacant, Opie intimated an intention of offering himself as a candidate; but, upon being told that Fuseli intended to do the same thing, he immediately withdrew his name, paying at the same time this merited compliment to his genius and talents: "I would not," said he, "have surrendered my pretensions to any other artist but Fuseli," who was therefore elected on the 29th of June 1799. The powers which he had displayed in the pictures of "The Milton Gallery," his learning and well-known critical knowledge, were the causes which influenced the Academicians in their choice.

It has been insidiously asserted, that after Fuseli left Zurich in 1779, he was not on friendly terms with the members of his family; and that they took little or no interest in the success of his efforts in the Fine Arts. The following translation of a letter from his eldest brother, Rodolph, proves the assertion to be unfounded.

"Vienna, May 7th, 1799.

"DEAREST BROTHER,

"Benedetti, the engraver, brought me last year, (in _September_,) a
letter from you, in which you assured me of your unchanged,
brotherly affection, and invited me to write to you sometimes, and
to acquaint you with an opportunity of sending over to me some
works of art. In October I answered your letter, and named at the
same time two London printsellers, with whom the printsellers here,
(Artaria and Co., and Mollo and Co.) are in correspondence. Half a
year, however, has already elapsed, without my having heard from
you. I can well understand that, pending the great work which you
have undertaken, and will, I now hope, soon have finished, you may
have had but little time for letter-writing; but I do not ask a
formal letter of you, but only a line or two, to assure me you are
well, and have not quite forgotten me. If, therefore, your
fraternal love is not chilled, I hope to be gratified in this
respect, before the scythe overtakes me, of which, at my time of
life, when we are continually fancying we hear it behind us, one
cannot be too distrustful.

"Much as I value your works of art, you must not think that what
you promised me is the occasion of my now writing. No, my dear
brother, I am not so selfish; your good health, and the success of
your great undertaking, are to me matters of far greater concern
than any works of art you could send me; and upon these two points
I beseech you to set my mind at ease, be your letter ever so short.

"The affairs of our country wear a lamentably gloomy aspect; and I
much fear that our fellow-countrymen will act as imprudently, and
as awkwardly in the sequel, as they did at the commencement of the
_Swiss Revolution_, thereby drawing a foreign power into the
country. They then played a wretched part, and I only hope they
will not do the same again. I do not know whether the new German
books upon matters of art are to be had in London, or not; if you
should meet with the first part of my Critical Catalogue of
Engravings after classical masters, peruse it with indulgence. The
second part will be better managed. In characterising Rafael,
Correggio, and Titian, I have made use of the writings of Mengs;
because I know that he has studied all his life after these three
masters, and (in my opinion) writes philosophically on their styles
of art; but for the rest, I confess, I do not consider Mengs to be
that great artist which the world makes him, as laborious study is
too evident in his works, and (according to my feeling) there is a
_something_ in them of an undecided and timid character.

"We have materials here for the advancement of art, which are no
where to be had better--the Court spends (even now in war-time)
twenty-six thousand florins yearly on the Academy; we have casts of
all ancient statues of importance, which were to be seen in Rome,
Florence, or Portici; also of more than a hundred of the most
beautiful busts; models of individuals distinguished for beauty of
person, taken from the life; skeletons; moveable anatomical
figures. The great rooms, like halls, are filled with collections
of these kinds; stipends, premiums are given; and, in short, every
thing that can be desired for the encouragement of a school of art
is here; and, nevertheless, hitherto without having produced any
apparent advantage; for, where there is no susceptibility for the
beautiful, every thing is to no purpose, and will probably be
always to no purpose.

"Your London publications are every where held in the highest
esteem, especially on account of the elegance of their execution,
and the typographical splendour of the impressions. But they are
all so high in price, that a private individual of moderate means
cannot buy any of them, and must content himself with looking at
the best in the collections of the great and rich.

"_Füger_, whom you may perhaps have known in Rome, is now director
of the Academy of Arts here. He has exhibited a series of twenty
designs from Klopstock's 'Messiah;' amongst which, some of
particular interest. Our engravers, with the exception of
Schmüzer, who has published four good prints from Rubens, are of no
importance, and are for the most part to be looked upon as mere
mechanics; and even if some of them have talent, they are obliged
to engrave from insignificant things, in order to earn their bread.

"The other day, I found many people collected before the shop of my
printseller, and staring at something in the window. I pressed
through the crowd, and found your representation of "Hamlet's
Ghost" was exposed in the window, of which all present, each in his
way, were expressing their admiration. Now that I have prosed on to
you of different things, I will spare you any more
prosing.--Farewell, and be happy, and think sometimes, when in a
good humour, of your ever-loving brother,

"Rodolph."

"If it should ever come into your head to write me a line, direct,
Füessli, on the Nienn Laurenzer-House, No. 34, on the first floor,
in _Vienna_.

"N. B.--The _Nienn_ is a little river which flows by my house."

The "Milton Gallery" was re-opened on the 21st of March 1800; but as it did not attract the public, and as many of the members of the Royal Academy lamented deeply the ill success which attended it, and considered the apathy which was shown towards these grand specimens of art would in the end be fatal to the progress of history painting in this country, so they induced the Academy to which they belonged to come to the resolution of patronizing the undertaking, which caused the following circular to be issued:--

"Royal Academy, May 2, 1800.

"Messrs. Dance, Banks, and Opie, the Stewards, request the favour
of your company to dine with the President, Council, and the rest
of the Members of the Royal Academy, at the 'Milton Gallery,' on
Saturday, the 17th of May, at five o'clock.

"Tickets, price fifteen shillings, to be had at the 'Milton
Gallery,' and at the 'Freemasons' Tavern,' till Saturday, the 10th
of August. Any Member desirous of introducing a friend, may be
accommodated with a ticket for that purpose.

"The favour of an answer is desired as soon as possible."

This dinner was numerously attended; the seven pictures which had been added to those of the last exhibition were much admired; but all that Fuseli got on the occasion, to use his own terms, was "mouth honour." The following are the subjects of the pictures which were not in the exhibition of the former year:--

PARADISE LOST.

PICTURE XLI.

SIN receiving the Key of Hell.

----Down they fell,
Driven headlong from the pitch of heav'n, down
Into this deep, and in the general fall
I also: at which time this powerful key
Into my hand was giv'n.