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Author: Carpenter, Flora L. (Flora Leona)
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                         STORIES PICTURES TELL



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                       [Illustration: Decoration]

                                STORIES
                             PICTURES TELL

                                BOOK SIX



                                   By
                           FLORA L. CARPENTER

        Instructor in drawing at Waite High School, Toledo, Ohio
         Formerly supervisor of drawing, Bloomington, Illinois



                    Illustrated with Half Tones from


                         RAND McNALLY & COMPANY
                          CHICAGO     NEW YORK


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                            Copyright, 1918
                         BY RAND MCNALLY & CO.



[Illustration]


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                              THE CONTENTS


                         SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER

                                                          PAGE
          “Sir Galahad”                      _Watts_         1
          “A Reading from Homer”          _Alma-Tadema_     13


                    NOVEMBER, DECEMBER, AND JANUARY

          “The Golden Stairs”             _Burne-Jones_     27
          “Aurora”                           _Reni_         37


                           FEBRUARY AND MARCH

          “Avenue at Middelharnis”          _Hobbema_       47
          “The Angelus”                     _Millet_        58


                          APRIL, MAY, AND JUNE

          “Sheep in Spring” (and “Sheep      _Mauve_        68
            in Autumn”)

          Review of Pictures and Artists
            Studied

          _The Suggestions to Teachers_                     78


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                              THE PREFACE


Art supervisors in the public schools assign picture-study work in each
grade, recommending the study of certain pictures by well-known masters.
As Supervisor of Drawing I found that the children enjoyed this work but
that the teachers felt incompetent to conduct the lessons as they lacked
time to look up the subject and to gather adequate material. Recourse to
a great many books was necessary and often while much information could
usually be found about the artist, very little was available about his
pictures.

Hence I began collecting information about the pictures and preparing
the lessons for the teachers just as I would give them myself to pupils
of their grade.

My plan does not include many pictures during the year, as this is to be
only a part of the art work and is not intended to take the place of
drawing.

The lessons in this grade may be used for the usual drawing period of
from twenty to thirty minutes, and have been successfully given in that
time. However, the most satisfactory way of using the books is as
supplementary readers, thus permitting each child to study the pictures
and read the stories himself.

                                                      FLORA L. CARPENTER


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                                STORIES
                             PICTURES TELL


[Illustration]



                              SIR GALAHAD


=Questions to arouse interest.= Who is this man? How is he dressed? What
do his armor and title “Sir” tell us he is? How many have read
Tennyson’s poems telling the story of the knights of the Round Table?
What does Sir Galahad look as if he were about to do? Why do you think
he is starting on a journey, rather than returning from one? Why do you
think it must be an important journey? How will he go? What was expected
of a knight in those days? Tell of some of their good deeds. What would
you judge the character of this knight to be? Where is he represented in
this picture? Is he walking, or standing still? looking at something in
particular, or lost in thought? Does he appear angry, meek, determined,
hesitating, thoughtful, or dreamy? What do his clasped hands indicate?
What color is the horse? Upon what part of the man and horse does the
light fall? What would you consider the main thought expressed in this
picture?


  =Original Picture=: Collection Alexander Henderson, M.P., London,
     England.
  =Artist=: George Frederick Watts (wŏts).
  =Birthplace=: London, England.
  =Dates=: Born, 1817; died, 1904.


=The story of the picture.= Many wonderful stories have been told of the
famous knights of the Middle Ages, but none perhaps more interesting
than the adventures of the knight Sir Galahad when he went in search of
the Holy Grail.

In those times the greatest praise a boy could hope to receive was “You
are brave enough to become a knight some day,” or “You are as courteous
as a knight”; and his greatest ambition was to receive this title as he
knelt before his sovereign or a superior knight. In those days boys were
carefully trained for knighthood, just as for any other profession. They
were sent away from home when very young, and spent at least ten years
under severe discipline and training.

The boy Galahad had passed through these years of preparation. He had
been taught to be quick in action,—managing a horse so that he could
jump on or off while it was in full gallop,—to throw his spear with sure
aim, to run swiftly, to obey all commands promptly; and, more difficult
still, he had learned to wait patiently and uncomplainingly when he
could not understand why he should wait.

Now he was twenty-one years old. Knighthood had been bestowed upon him,
according to the custom, by a blow with the flat of the sword on his
shoulder as he knelt, and the words, “Arise, Sir Galahad.” And now he
was ready to start out on his quest for the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail was the cup from which Christ drank at the Last Supper.
It was bought from Pilate by Joseph of Arimathæa, and placed in a castle
where it was guarded night and day. It was passed on to Joseph’s
children, who received the charge in sacred trust, continuing to guard
it faithfully. The cup itself was most mysterious and wonderful. It
could be seen only by those who were perfectly pure in word, thought,
and deed. If an evil person came near, it would seem to be borne away,
completely disappearing from view. The sight of it was as food and new
life to the one to whom it was revealed, and hence would enable him to
live forever, make him very wise, and of course preserve him from death
in battle. But there was one thing it did not do,—it did not take away
temptation to sin. No matter how perfect the knight, he could still be
tempted. He must continue to resist evil as long as he lived.

After a time, the Holy Grail was left in the care of a king named
Amfortas, who, weakly yielding to an evil enchantment, was severely
punished. Not only was the sight of the Grail denied him, but a spell
was cast upon him and all his court, so that they lived in a sort of
trance, neither sleeping nor waking. Thus they must remain and suffer
until a knight should come, pure in body and soul, who should break the
spell and set them free.

Many a young man began to plan the quest of the Grail. He must so live
that by his good thoughts and deeds he might reach the enchanted castle,
see the Holy Grail, and so set free the unhappy knights. He must be
perfect, indeed, if he would achieve this, and full of courage,
perseverance, and patience.

In our picture we see Sir Galahad all ready to mount his snow-white
horse and start out on his search for the Holy Grail. He is in full
armor. His coat of mail, which all knights wore, was proof against any
opponent of the time, except one equally armed and armored. It is said
that a party of knights could ride unharmed through a host of common
soldiers. The horses, too, were protected. But if the knight were once
unhorsed and thrown upon his back, he was so weighed down by the stiff
and heavy armor that he could not rise again without help. The knight’s
weapons consisted of the lance, the two-handed sword, and a short, sharp
dagger.

Sir Galahad had secured his sword and shield in a most mysterious way.
The sword had been discovered protruding from the side of a wonderful
rock of red marble jutting out from the surface of a river. This
wonderful sword no one had been able to draw out of the rock. But when
Sir Galahad tried, the sword came out without the slightest difficulty,
and when he placed it in his empty scabbard, it fitted there exactly.
The shield had been found by Sir Galahad in an old church, where it had
been left for him by an ancestor, and where it had remained undiscovered
for those many years.

Then, too, when Sir Galahad came to the Round Table of King Arthur and
his knights in Camelot, he found them in the midst of a solemn meeting.
Launcelot had just declared that according to prophecy a knight should
come that very day who should occupy the Siege Perilous. The Siege
Perilous was a chair over which the magician Merlin had cast a spell:
only a stainless knight could sit in it without danger of instant death.
As Sir Galahad entered the room he was preceded by a strange old man,
whom none had ever seen before. Then the doors and windows quietly and
mysteriously closed of their own accord, and the room was filled with a
strange light. These words, in letters of fire, appeared over the chair:
“This is Galahad’s seat.” By all these mysterious happenings the knights
knew that Sir Galahad would be successful in finding the Grail, and many
accompanied him on his quest.

Sir Galahad met with many adventures on his quest for the Grail and, in
all of them, came out victorious. At length he reached the Castle of the
Grail, and here he met his first defeat.

Entering the castle he gazed silently about him, at the feeble old king
and at the wretched company whom he had come to free from their living
death. Before him passed the vision of the Grail, which he alone of all
that company was permitted to see. But it was not enough to see all
this; he was expected to ask the meaning of what he saw, and by his
question remove the enchantment. But, overconfident in his own
knowledge, he tried to solve the mystery without asking, and so was
forced to depart without success.

Here, at the very moment he was about to succeed, he was found to be
possessed of the one fault, overconfidence, lacking in that humbleness
which seeks constantly for higher knowledge. Because of his failure to
ask the necessary question, the enchanted company had to continue to
suffer. His personal purity alone was not enough; wisdom was necessary,
attainable not through himself alone, but from the experience and
understanding of others. As he left the castle grounds the drawbridge
closed with a crash, there was a great sound of groaning and of voices
reproaching him for having failed in his quest, and the castle
disappeared from his sight. Much discouraged, he sought it again through
many years, until at last he found it once more, and this time, a much
wiser man, he asked the vital question, broke the wicked spell, and
eventually found the Holy Grail.

Tennyson has given us the story in verse in his “Holy Grail.”

This picture is one we often see in homes, as well as in schoolhouses,
and in many public buildings. It stands for the search for higher ideals
which we are all making, and so its appeal is universal.

The earnest, uplifted face of the knight is full of youth and beauty.
The horse, with his great, intelligent eyes, seems to know the
importance of his errand.

The light comes from before them, brightening the pathway as if it would
lead them on and on through the tangle of vines and deep woods which
opposes them.

If you have been fortunate enough to see a suit of armor in some museum,
you know how the heavy steel coat is planned and how the helmet, which
Sir Galahad has taken off, will protect his head and face.

It is a moment of deep meditation and prayerful thought, for Sir Galahad
is about to start out upon an undertaking in which many have failed and
in which he cannot be sure of success. There is much of humility in his
expression, nothing of the proud, dashing air of the adventurer.

This earnest, thoughtful youth, starting out full of courage and
determination, will always have time for the little courtesies of life,
for they are a part of his creed. A true knight, he has been taught,
should defend to the uttermost the oppressed, aid the weak, and be
brave, courteous, chaste, temperate, generous, and pious.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= Who was Sir
Galahad? Upon what quest is he about to start? What preparation has he
made for it? How old is he now? How did he receive the title “Sir”? What
was the Holy Grail? What power had this cup? What could it not do for
the person who saw it? Why was the sight of the Grail denied to

King Amfortas? What other punishment did he receive? Who could break
this spell? how? What did Sir Galahad hope to do? How is he dressed?
What protection was this armor? What might happen if he should be
unhorsed? What weapons did he carry? How had Sir Galahad secured his
sword and shield? Tell about the Round Table of King Arthur and the
Siege Perilous. What happened when Sir Galahad entered? Of what did all
these mysteries persuade the other knights? What happened when Sir
Galahad came to the Castle of the Grail? Why did he fail? What was the
result of this defeat? When did he succeed? What was the result? What is
the main thought expressed in this picture?


=The story of the artist.= George Frederick Watts was born and raised in
London, England. He learned to draw, we are told, much in the same way
he learned to talk. His parents encouraged him always, and he seems to
have had very few obstacles to overcome.

Though Watts entered the Royal Academy school of painting at an early
age, he did not study there long. His art education was thus gained
largely by his own efforts and observation. He studied ancient Greek
sculpture closely and his work was always influenced by the classical
standard.

Watts lived in an age when the spirit of reform was uppermost, and men
were preaching, thinking, and living it. No wonder, then, his work is
full of thoughtful purpose, urging us on to the best that is in us.

He said, “I want to teach people to live ... to teach something higher
than money making or mere pleasure getting ... to suggest great
thoughts.” He did not paint, as many others had, for the mere pleasure
of it, or even from inspiration, but rather for some definite purpose.
In the Tate Gallery at London is a great collection of the paintings
which give the artist’s message to the world. In 1843 the Royal
Commission appointed for the decoration of the new Houses of Parliament
awarded one of the prizes to Watts for his fresco design. This enabled
him to study in Italy for three years. There he gained much in the
richness of his coloring and ease in brush-work.

Of his paintings for the government “The First Naval Victory of the
English” and “St. George Overcomes the Dragon” are perhaps the best
known. Other famous pictures by Watts are entitled “Ganymede,” “Orpheus
and Eurydice,” and “Psyche.” In 1867 Watts became a member of the Royal
Academy. He worked very hard, producing a great many paintings. With
noble generosity he donated a large number of pictures to his country,
particularly portraits of famous men, among them Lord Tennyson, Robert
Browning, Swinburne, Dante, Gabriel Rossetti, Burne-Jones, and William
Morris.

The last few years of his life were devoted principally to portrait
painting. When Tennyson was writing “Elaine,” he asked Watts to tell him
his idea of a good portrait, and afterwards wrote this description from
the answer:

              “As when a painter, gazing on a face,
               Divinely thro’ all hindrance finds the man
               Behind it, and so paints him that his face,
               The shape and color of a mind and life,
               Lives for his children ever at his best.”


=Questions about the artist.= Who was the artist, and where was he born?
What help did he have in realizing his ambition to become an artist?
What was his aim in painting pictures? Give in your own words Mr.
Watts’s idea of what a good portrait should be. What helped him to go to
Italy? What benefit did he get from his study in Italy? Name some great
men whose portraits Watts painted.


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                          A READING FROM HOMER


=Questions to arouse interest.= What nationality is represented in this
picture? Why do you think so? To what are they listening? What do their
expressions indicate their feelings to be? What musical instruments do
you see in the picture? From the picture, would you say that the people
are outdoors or indoors? why?


  =Artist=: Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (ăl´m_ä_-tăd´ēm_ȧ_).
  =Birthplace=: Dronrijp, the Netherlands.
  =Dates=: Born, 1836; died, 1912.


=The story of the picture.= Let us imagine ourselves in that great
walled-in city of Athens at the time of its greatest prosperity (fourth
century B.C.). At whatever gate we enter—and there are many of them—our
attention will be drawn toward the high, steep hill called the
Acropolis, around which the city is built. We may reach the top of this
hill in a chariot driven over a road of marble, or climb the marble
steps, entering the magnificent gateway where we find many beautiful
statues, temples, and altars. From this height we obtain a fine view of
the city, the sea, other small hills, temples, and flat-roofed houses.
As we look about us, we are surprised at the absence of spires or
towers. There are no high towers or tall buildings. Most of the houses
we see are one-story. The reason for this, it is said, is the frequency
of earthquakes. The exterior of the houses is very plain. They are built
of common stone, brick, or wood, coated with plaster, and so close to
the street that if the door opens outward, the owner is compelled to
knock before opening it in order to avoid injuring the passer-by in the
street. There are no windows on the lower floor at the front of the
house.

Beside the door is a statue of Hermes (god of highways, doorways, and
boundaries and the bringer of good luck), or an altar to Apollo (god of
light and the sun, and the protector from all evil); and over the door
we may notice an inscription such as “To the good genius,” followed by
the name of the master of the house. We raise the handle of the great
knocker, and scarcely has the sound echoed back to us when the door is
opened by the porter. We must be careful to step in with our right foot
first, as it is considered unlucky to cross the threshold with the left
foot. A long corridor or hall leads us to the open court, where all is
as beautiful as the exterior is plain. Usually a fountain and flowers
brighten the marble court, while on each side of it are the banqueting,
music, sitting, and sleeping rooms, picture galleries, and libraries.

But the Greeks spent so much time out of doors that a house was to them
only a safe place for their families and their property—a shelter from
storm. Most of the houses had porticoes or porches, and often the second
story consisted of nothing but these porches around the open court. The
flat tiled roofs were used as promenades.

Probably the Greeks in our picture are seated on one of these porches,
or they may be in one of the summer pavilions which so many wealthy
Greeks had erected in their yards or grassy plots back of the house.
Here they spent their afternoons and were entertained with music or by
the tales of wandering minstrels or readers.

The scene in the picture is represented as if it were in the open air;
the column and stone wall behind the reader suggest a part of a house.
In the distance we catch a glimpse of the blue sea. The slightly raised
seat of the reader indicates that it is a place built expressly for this
purpose.

Before the Greeks wrote their stories it was the custom of certain bards
or readers to go about from place to place singing or reciting the
stories of events which have made their national history. Even when the
stories were written, these bards were in great favor, for the Greeks
preferred to hear the music of verse recited, and to feel the thrill of
enthusiasm which could be aroused by the human voice, and not by a
lifeless tablet or book.

The swaying form of the reader, his rapt expression, his flashing eye,
his musical voice rising and falling like the sea,—these were the result
of inspiration and had power to arouse men to noble actions. In our
picture we see such a reader giving an interpretation or reading, much
as our best elocutionists do now. In his hand he holds a long scroll
from which he reads.

The Greeks used the Egyptian papyrus, and later the more expensive, but
finer, parchment, to write upon. The reed pen was used, and double
inkstands for black and red ink, which could be fastened to the belts or
girdles of the writers. In libraries, the scrolls were arranged on
shelves with the ends outward, or in pigeon holes. The reader unrolled
one end of the scroll with one hand, while with the other he rolled up
the part he had read.

Of all the Greek stories none were more fascinating than those of the
immortal Homer. According to tradition, Homer was a schoolmaster who,
growing tired of teaching, began to travel. Wandering about from place
to place, he finally became blind. After this great affliction came upon
him, he returned to his native town, where he dictated his two great
poems, the _Iliad_ and the _Odyssey_. Afterwards he wandered about from
town to town, singing them, and adding to them as inspiration came. It
is not even known where he was born, but, according to an old Greek
epigram,

           “Seven rival towns contend for Homer dead,
            Through which the living Homer begged his bread.”


He was a beggar, and yet he was a welcome guest at every home, for he
could play upon his four-stringed harp and sing of the wonderful deeds
of the Greek gods and heroes.

The subject of Homer’s _Iliad_ is the story of the siege of Troy. In a
contest between Aphrodite (Venus) and two other goddesses, Aphrodite,
the goddess of love and beauty, had promised Paris, son of the King of
Troy, that if he would declare her the most beautiful of the goddesses
he should have for his wife the handsomest woman of his time, Helen,
wife of the King of Sparta. Paris granted her request and, going to
Sparta, with Aphrodite’s aid he carried off Helen to Troy.

Of course her husband, the King of Sparta, objected. He appealed to all
the Grecian princes to help him, and soon a hundred thousand men sailed
away in eleven hundred and eighty-six ships across the Ægean Sea, and
camped before the walls of Troy. The siege lasted ten years.

Troy was finally taken by stratagem. The Greeks pretended to abandon the
siege, leaving behind them a great wooden horse as an offering to Athena
(Minerva), goddess of wisdom, and the special defender of citadels.

The Trojans could not find out their reason for building the monster;
but while they were talking about it and gazing at it some shepherds
brought into the town a young Greek named Sinon, whom they had captured.
He told a pitiful story. He said the Greek leader hated him, and had
induced the Greek soothsayer to declare that he must be put to death as
a sacrifice for their safe return to Greece. He had escaped, and hidden
in a swamp until the Greeks had gone.

The Trojans were ready to be kind to any man whom the Greeks hated, and
he was set free at once.

“But tell us,” said the king, “why that monster of a horse was built.”

Sinon declared it was a sacrifice to Athena because she was angry with
them. He said, “It was made too large to pass through your gates, for
they knew that if it was once within your walls it would protect you,
and victory would come to you instead of to the Greeks.”

The Trojans believed every word of this, and ordered the huge horse
brought within their city, even though they were obliged to take down
part of the wall in order to make the opening large enough. That night
the treacherous Sinon opened a door in the body of the horse and let out
the armed Greeks who were hidden inside. They quietly slipped to the
ground by means of a rope, killed the watchmen, and opened the gates to
the Greek army which had returned and was waiting outside. A terrible
battle followed, in which nearly all the Trojans were killed. Helen was
taken back to Greece.

In Homer’s _Odyssey_ he tells the adventures of Ulysses, King of Ithaca,
during the return journey from Troy. Ulysses had been one of the bravest
of the Greek leaders, and was one of the heroes concealed in the wooden
horse. The poem is full of vivid description and noble sentiments, both
pathetic and sublime, and it stirred the hearts of the Greeks with pride
and joy.

It is easy to see the interest in the faces of the listeners in the
picture. Partly robed in a rose-colored garment, the reader sits on a
chair of marble, holding on his knees a roll of papyrus, from which he
is reading to a group of four persons before him. A wreath of bay leaves
crowns his head, and as he leans forward his face expresses enthusiasm
while he tells the thrilling adventures of the hero of Homer’s story.

In the center of the background we see a woman. On her hair is a crown
of daffodils, and in her left hand something resembling a tambourine.
She half sits, half reclines, on a marble bench, a resting place which
the Greeks always preferred to chairs. On the floor near her, in an
attitude of careless ease, sits a young man who is very likely her
lover, since he is holding her hand. His face expresses his interest in
the story. In his right hand he holds a lyre, which suggests that the
company has been listening to music, and that they will enjoy it again
after this recital.

How intent their faces are as they follow in imagination all the
adventures of their sturdy ancestors! Near the center of the picture and
stretched out gracefully on the marble floor is a youth who appears
anxious not to lose one word of the story. At the left we see a man
standing. He wears a crown of flowers on his head, and wraps his long
cloak closely about him. His face is wild and sad. His appearance seems
to tell that he has duties elsewhere and ought to leave, but is being
held by the story.

The people are all dressed in typical Greek costumes. The dress of Greek
men and women was very much alike. When they appeared on the streets
they wore a cloak which consisted of a large square piece of cloth so
wrapped about them as to leave only the right arm free. It required much
skill to drape it gracefully, and the manner in which this was done
decided the taste and elegance of the wearer. The women and men of the
higher classes wore what they called a _chiton_, or dress which
consisted of two short pieces of cloth sewed or clasped together and
fastened over the shoulder, leaving open spaces for the arms. It was
fastened at the waist with a girdle. A man usually wore this _chiton_,
although he was considered fully dressed in the cloak alone. It was the
lower classes who wore the tanned skins, so the young man lying on the
floor is probably a servant.

A touch of bright color is added to this picture by the flowers in the
girl’s hair and those scattered on the bench beside her.

The flesh painting in this picture is claimed to be the most perfect
that Alma-Tadema ever did, and the painting of the girl and her lover,
one of his highest efforts. The reader is the center of interest in the
picture. The light, the lines, and the position of the figures make this
apparent.

The painting of these five large figures occupied the artist only eight
weeks, but the preliminary studies before he began painting took eight
months.

Alma-Tadema excelled in his painting of marble, and this picture gave
him every opportunity to display his genius, since nearly the entire
background is of marble. The delicate colors of the young girl’s
costume, with the few bright touches of color in the flowers; the
darker, richer colors of the men’s cloaks; and back of it all the clear
opalescent colors of marble and the deep blue of the sea beyond give the
picture a distinctive beauty which is most pleasing to the eye. A close
student of Greek history, Alma-Tadema has been particular to see that
every little detail is in harmony, and consistent with the age and
country.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= What is the center
of interest in this picture? What lines in the picture direct your eye
to the reader? How does the light do this? the position of the figures?
Tell something of Greek life; of Homer; of the siege of Troy. Why did it
take the artist eight months to get ready to paint this picture?

=To the Teacher=: Each pupil may be asked to draw one Greek ornament
from some history, encyclopedia, or dictionary.


       SUBJECTS FOR COMPOSITIONS

  A Day in a Greek Home.
  A Greek Library.
  Homer and His Writings.
  A Description of “A Reading from Homer.”
  The Artist.


=The story of the artist.= Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, of Dutch parentage,
was born in the little village of Dronrijp near Leewarden, the
Netherlands, in the year 1836. When he was very young his father died,
leaving his mother with a large family and small means, and it was
decided from the first that Alma-Tadema must learn a good trade or
profession. His progress at school caused his mother much anxiety, for
the boy cared for nothing except Roman history, which he began to study
by himself. Having secured some quaint old coins in the neighborhood, he
spent much of his time copying the heads of the emperors on the coins.

He soon began to show remarkable talent for painting. A portrait which
he painted of his sister was exhibited when he was only fifteen years
old. But his mother wished him to become a lawyer, because she felt it
would bring the best financial returns. He tried to please her, but a
serious illness was the result. When the doctor advised the mother to
let him become an artist she gave her consent, and it is said the boy
recovered with astonishing rapidity.

He studied at Antwerp many years, winning such success that he sent for
his mother and sister to come to live with him. Then he began to make a
special study of Egypt, Greece, and Rome. After his marriage to an
English lady he moved to London, where he lived the rest of his life.

His love for marble and the polished surfaces of bronze, gold, and other
metals is clearly shown in most of his pictures. Even his portraits
usually represent the sitter as glancing in a mirror or in some way
reflected in it.

Perhaps no other artist has ever made so much use of flowers in his
pictures. The flowers seem to add the one touch of bright color which
beautifies the whole picture.

Alma-Tadema gives us a clear understanding of the home life of the
Greeks and Romans, and so has become known as the “Painter of the
Ancients.”

Alma-Tadema became a British subject in 1873. His home in St. Johns
Wood, in the northwest part of London, is described as a most
interesting place. The first glimpse of it, seen through the trees,
shows the gilded weather vane in the form of a palette; later, the stone
pillars of the Roman porch. In all its details the house is carefully
and beautifully furnished: the brass knocker on the door, the entrance
into a sort of sun parlor paved with tiles and bright with beautiful
flowers, and the sound of a fountain near at hand. A flight of marble
steps leads to a hall in which beautiful painted panels (the gifts of
friends) are the chief decoration. Great tiger skins cover the floor.

Mrs. Tadema also is an artist, and has her studio on this floor. In her
studio and the living rooms she has given full sway to her own fancy for
the sixteenth-century old Dutch, most of their contents having been
brought from the Netherlands. Alma-Tadema’s taste is purely classical,
and his studio is consistent in all respects—marble pillars, carved
wood-work, chairs, and cushions. Here he lived and worked with this
motto before him:

                       “As the Sun colours Flowers
                        So Art colours Life.”


=Questions about the artist.= Of what nationality was the artist? Why
was his mother so anxious to have him learn a trade or profession? What
did he like to study? What picture did he exhibit when he was fifteen
years old? What prevented his becoming a lawyer? What countries did he
prefer to represent? What materials did he excel in painting? For what
has he become famous?


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[Illustration: THE GOLDEN STAIRS



                           THE GOLDEN STAIRS


=Questions to arouse interest.= What does this picture represent? What
is there unusual about this stairway? Why do you suppose Burne-Jones
painted the stairs without a railing? What is there unusual about these
figures? What are they carrying in their hands? Where are they going?
Where did they come from? Do they seem to be standing still or moving?
What makes you think so? Are they noisy or quiet in their movements? Why
do you think so? Why has the leader raised her hand? What can you see in
the window above the stairs? Is this a sad or a happy procession? Why do
you think so? What do you like best about this picture?


  =Original Picture=: Private Collection of Lord Battersea, England.
  =Artist=: Sir Edward Burne-Jones (bûrn-jōnz).
  =Birthplace=: Birmingham, England.
  =Dates=: Born, 1833; died, 1898.


=The story of the picture.= The artist, Burne-Jones, was a student and a
dreamer. As a small, motherless boy he had been left much alone in a
home in which storybooks were considered wicked, so there were none for
him to read. His father was a strong churchman and intended his son for
the ministry. He was endeavoring as best he knew how to fit him for his
high calling by a training which, though perfectly sincere and honest in
purpose, was rather gloomy and severe for the delicate, sensitive boy.
However, little Edward was naturally of an imaginative mind, so he made
up his own stories. A relative sent him a copy of _Æsop’s Fables_, and
this book he was permitted to keep. It seems to have brought the turning
point in the boy’s life. From that time on he dwelt in a fairyland of
his own making.

When he was sent away to school to prepare for the ministry, he carried
his fancies with him, adding to them the many legends of Greek
mythology; of literature, especially those wonderful stories of King
Arthur’s court; and of the Bible. His desire to become an artist was
aroused by another student, William Morris, the two spending all their
spare time drawing and painting. Nevertheless, he was twenty-three years
old before he saw any of the great masterpieces in painting.

From the very first, Burne-Jones chose subjects which were mysterious,
fairylike, and unreal, but his pictures were so filled with music,
beauty, and happiness that it was a delight to look at them.

His idea of a good picture was very different from that of the
practical, painstaking Millet, who represented everything and everybody
as they actually appeared before him in the very field or place he had
found them.

Burne-Jones tells us: “I mean by a picture a beautiful, romantic dream
of something that never was, never will be, in a light better than any
light that has ever shone, in a land no one can define or remember, only
dream.” And so when asked to paint a decoration for a hallway in one of
the fine old London homes he thought at once of a stairway, and the
painting of “The Golden Stairs” is the result. It would seem indeed a
dream, this angel host descending from we know not where and halting at
that mysterious closed door which leads we know not whither. But hush!
the leader has half raised her hand, turning this way as if to ask for
silence. Each figure stops instantly, holding herself motionless, while
the musical instruments are slightly lowered that all may listen more
intently. And yet, this is a joyous procession,—the gayly colored
wreaths of flowers which most of them are wearing, the musical
instruments, the happy faces, all tell us this is an errand of pleasure.
Might it not be that this host of angels is descending upon the sleeping
world to soothe the restless, worried ones, and smooth the puckered,
aching brows in quiet slumber? Lulled by their gentle music, or the
rustle of their approaching footsteps, the weary one would soon find
refreshing sleep.

The light in the picture seems to come from above, yet is all about and
around the figures, as if they were the source of the illumination. They
come from a darkened doorway, and enter one quite as dark except for the
light they bring to it.

The greater part of the picture is painted in shades of gray, but it is
relieved by the flesh tints, and the gayly colored flowers worn in
wreaths or scattered on the steps. Here is delicate, exquisite coloring,
and figures drawn with such careful attention to details that each seems
complete in itself, yet all are held together in one great harmony.

It is interesting to draw an oblong of this same proportion and then
represent the curved lines in this picture; it makes us feel the
movement, swing, and rhythm which come to us like approaching music.

The picture is full of idyllic charm which takes us away from all the
prosaic details of everyday life to a fairyland where this happy throng
may come and go with music, flowers, and delight. The calm, thoughtful
faces, so full of kindly purpose and high ideals, cannot fail to inspire
us with good thoughts.

The dove in the upper casement window is typical of the peace that
pervades this scene. The faint, far from earthly, shadows, the bare
feet, even the stairway without a railing or protection of any kind, all
suggest that our youthful maidens are celestial beings. Their
destination we can only guess. Perhaps that is why the picture has had
several names: “The King’s Wedding,” “Music on the Stairs,” and the one
by which it is now known, “The Golden Stairs.”

Burne-Jones made many beautiful designs for stained-glass windows, and
we can but regret that he did not produce this picture in that way also.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= Tell about the
boyhood and early training of the artist. What book influenced him most?
How did it affect his choice of subjects to paint? How did he happen to
become interested in art? How old was he before he first saw a great
painting? Compare the subjects chosen by Burne-Jones and by Millet as to
character and feeling. What was Burne-Jones’s idea of a good picture?
How did he happen to paint “The Golden Stairs”? For what room was it
intended? What colors did the artist use in this painting? In what ways
does it suggest music? How would you explain the destination of these
maidens? their errand? from whence they come? What would you consider
the chief charm in the picture?


=The story of the artist.= We have heard how the small Burne-Jones was
brought up by a rather strict but ambitious father, and perhaps have
felt sorry for the boy who used to spend hours before the windows of a
book store, gazing at the even rows of books with such wistful longing.
But we need not feel so, for it was this very desire for books and
stories that led him to use his own imaginative power.

When he was old enough to begin serious preparation for the ministry his
father sent him to King Edward’s School. Here he earned a scholarship to
Oxford. When he left home for Oxford it seemed as if his real life had
begun, for it was here that he met friends who had the same tastes and
longings as himself. One friend in particular, William Morris, shared
with him his new-found delight in art. Both had intended to prepare for
the ministry, but now they decided to give up all else and pursue the
study of art. So at the age of twenty-three Burne-Jones left Oxford and
went to London, where he began painting in earnest. From the very first
he showed great originality both in his subjects and in his manner of
representation.

Many of his subjects were taken from the Bible, from Greek mythology, or
from stories of King Arthur’s court. Sometimes he painted with but the
one idea of making something beautiful, as in this picture of “The
Golden Stairs.”

Burne-Jones was fortunate in his first teacher, Rossetti, who was a man
so filled with the beauty of a scene that he must paint it for sheer
joy. In order to pay for this instruction Burne-Jones made designs for
stained-glass windows, and became famous for the beauty of these
windows. The one at Trinity Church, Boston, is called “David Instructing
Solomon in the Building of the Temple.” At Oxford is the famous Saint
Cecilia window he designed for Christ Church College.

It seems strange that Burne-Jones should wait until he grew to manhood
before he discovered that he had the desire and the ability to draw.
Other artists tell of the years spent in longing, and their constant
struggle for the sake of their art. But when Burne-Jones made up his
mind, he spent no time in experiment or even practice. He devoted all
his time to the one idea which filled his thoughts. He made no effort
whatever to find out whether his work would meet with popular favor or
not, beginning at once with what he knew to be his right material.

The only difference to be noticed in his first and his last paintings
was a difference in the speed and skill with which he handled the
paints. New ideas occurred to him so rapidly that he formed the habit of
making quick sketches and putting them aside until he had time to work
them out carefully.

Burne-Jones had never rebelled against the profession his father chose
for him. Indeed, he felt satisfied and made every effort to succeed in
it. Perhaps if he had remained at home, or even if he had not met the
enthusiastic William Morris just when he did, he might never have
discovered his power as a painter.

The knowledge of the disappointment at home and the small means at his
disposal did not hinder him from forsaking the profession his family had
chosen for him, for was he not following the advice of the great
painter, Rossetti? Not many young artists have found such a friend as
Rossetti was to Burne-Jones. He not only gave the desired instruction
but helped his pupil get such work as he was capable of doing. When the
glass makers applied to Rossetti for a design for a stained-glass
window, he declined to undertake the work but recommended his pupil
instead.

A visit to Italy gave Burne-Jones new inspiration. Later when William
Morris married and went to live in a house which had been built for him
at Bexley Heath, he had difficulty in furnishing this house to suit his
taste and desire for beautiful things. This led Morris to establish a
firm to make such things. Of course Burne-Jones was heartily in sympathy
with his friend and put his talents as a designer at the disposal of the
firm. His wonderful imagination and fine powers of expression produced
all kinds of decorative work, such as tapestries, embroideries, carved
chests, book covers, book illustrations, and decorations for pianos,
screens, and friezes.

Although he received so much praise in his later years, at first he,
too, had to pass through the fire of criticism and even ridicule. At one
time Burne-Jones was ridiculed in the pages of _Punch_, while in another
magazine he was spoken of as the “greenery-yallery Grosvenor-gallery
young man.” But these criticisms were soon forgotten, and all England
was proud to honor this artist with medals. In 1894 Burne-Jones was
given the title of baronet.


=Questions about the artist.= Tell about the boyhood of Burne-Jones; his
education. What kind of subjects did he choose for his paintings? What
was his idea of a good painting? Who was his first teacher? Why did he
wait so long before he began to study painting? What can you say of his
imagination? Tell about William Morris and his new home. What did
Burne-Jones do for his friend?


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[Illustation: AURORA]



                                 AURORA


=Questions to arouse interest.= What goddess does this represent? Whom
is she leading? Upon what do they rest? Over what are they passing? What
has Aurora in her hands? Toward whom is she looking? In what is Apollo
riding? How many horses has he? What has the cherub in his hand? Which
way does the flame blow? why? What makes you think they are moving? In
what direction do their garments blow? Who painted this picture? Why do
you like it?


  =Original Picture=: Pavilion of the Rospigliosi Palace, Rome, Italy.
  =Artist=: Guido Reni (gwē’dō rā’nē).
  =Birthplace=: Bologna, Italy.
  =Dates=: Born, 1575; died, 1642.


=The story of the picture.= Imagine yourself in that far-famed city of
Rome, driving through its white streets to the great Quirinal Palace to
see the original of our picture. The Quirinal, a very large and very
ordinary looking building, has been the scene of many interesting
events, and is always used as the meeting place for the cardinals who
elect the pope. Our drive ends here, but it is only the beginning of our
journey. After a delightful walk through a courtyard so completely
surrounded by high stone walls that we should never have guessed its
existence, we come to another palace. This palace is much more
beautiful, although not so large. It is called the Rospigliosi Palace
because it has always belonged to a family of that name. Then we pass on
through a beautiful garden of magnolias until we reach the pavilion or
casino of the palace, where we find our picture.

There are several rooms in this pavilion, but it is the middle room
which holds our attention, for it is up on the ceiling of this room that
we see Aurora, goddess of the morning, leading the way for the fiery
steeds of Apollo, the sun god. As we enter, such a glow of color fills
the room that we know instinctively this must be the place. First, we
see Aurora herself, flying ahead, scattering the clouds of night and
showering roses and dewdrops over the sleeping earth. She looks back
toward Apollo, the sun god, to see if he is following her on his journey
around the heavens in his chariot of the sun. The horses are restless
and eager and it takes a steady hand to guide them.

Some idea of the difficulties attending such a journey may be gained
from the Greek story of Phaëthon. According to this story, Apollo had a
son named Phaëthon. One day the boy came to him, complaining that the
other boys made fun of him when he told them who his father was. They
said they did not believe that a boy who could do nothing at all could
be the son of the mighty Apollo. This made the father very angry, and
when Phaëthon asked him to let him do something that should prove to the
world that he was Apollo’s son, Apollo told the boy he would give him
permission to do whatever he asked.

The boy quickly asked permission to drive the sun chariot for one day.
But this request alarmed Apollo, who said, “None but myself may drive
the flaming car of day,—not even Jupiter, whose terrible right arm
drives the thunderbolts.”

He urged his son to take back his request before it was too late,
warning him it would prove his destruction. But the boy was only the
more anxious to drive, and held his father to his promise.

Then Apollo told Phaëthon of the journey. “The first part of the way,”
he said, “is so very steep that, although the horses start out in the
best possible condition, they can hardly climb it; the next part is so
high up in the heavens that I dare not look down upon the earth and sea
below, lest I grow dizzy and fall; the last part of the journey is the
most difficult of all, because the road descends rapidly and it is hard
to guide the horses. And all this time,” Apollo went on, “the heavens
are turning around and carrying the stars with them.”

But even as he spoke, Aurora threw open the cloud curtains which hid the
earth, and there appeared the road upon which she cast her roses while
beckoning to the eager boy. Hardly listening to his father’s anxious
warnings, Phaëthon jumped into the golden chariot, grasped the reins of
the four fiery steeds, and off they started.

At first he remembered what Apollo had said, and was careful, but he
soon grew reckless, driving at full speed. The horses, knowing it was
not their master’s hand, took the bits between their teeth and were soon
out of his control. For a time they followed the road, but when that was
lost they began to descend toward the earth so rapidly it seemed as if
they would be dashed to pieces. Then up again they started in reckless,
dizzy flight. At times they came so close to fields and woods as to
scorch and blacken them. Other fields they did not pass, and these were
frostbitten.

Then a great wail of complaint went up from the earth. This cry was
heard by Jupiter, the most powerful of the gods, who, looking earth-ward
and discovering the cause of all this trouble, was very angry. With his
terrible right arm he drove a thunderbolt at the reckless youth, and in
an instant Phaëthon fell from the chariot headlong into the sea. The
horses, finding themselves free, returned to Apollo, and never since
then has any hand but his been permitted to guide them.

The Greeks declared that the great desert of Sahara in Africa is the
place where the sun’s chariot scorched the earth, and that it was then
that the African negroes were burned black. Phaëthon’s boy friend, who
was constantly diving down into the water trying to recover his body,
was turned into a swan, and Phaëthon’s weeping sisters were changed into
poplar trees.

In our picture we see Apollo holding the reins, accompanied by the Hours
and preceded by Aurora and the cherub torch-bearer or morning star. They
seem to be moving rapidly on their way, borne up by the clouds. The sky
is a brilliant, golden yellow, and its fleecy clouds are tinged with
purple. The graceful figures of the Hours are each represented in pale
or brighter-colored draperies according to the time of day to which they
belong. Aurora herself is clothed in rainbow hues, her draperies flying
with her swift progress. Far below we see the land and sea, wrapped in
slumber, awaiting the coming of the dawn.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= Where is the
original painting of the “Aurora”? What goddess does it represent? What
is the Greek myth concerning her? What part has Apollo in this picture?
How many horses does he drive? How are the Hours represented? What does
the cherub carrying a torch represent? In what direction does the flame
of the torch blow? Why is Apollo’s journey so difficult? Who was
Phaëthon? What did he ask of Apollo? Why did he wish to do this? Why was
Apollo alarmed? Tell about Phaëthon’s journey, and what happened to him.
Upon what does the chariot seem to rest? Over what are they passing?
What colors did the artist use in this painting?


  =To the Teacher=:

       SUBJECTS FOR COMPOSITIONS

  Aurora, Goddess of the Morning.
  Apollo, the Sun God.
  The Story of Phaëthon, Apollo’s Son.

=The story of the artist.= Guido Reni was born in the little village of
Bologna, Italy. As a small child he gave every promise of becoming an
accomplished musician. His father, himself a gifted performer, began to
teach him to play the flute and harpsichord as soon as he was old enough
to handle the instruments. Guido had a beautiful voice, and the father
hoped to make a fine musician of him. But the boy also had a beautiful,
sunshiny face which attracted the attention of an artist, who asked
permission to paint him as an angel in several pictures. After watching
this artist at work, Guido began to wish to paint pictures, too, and was
permitted to take a few lessons.

His first picture was a surprise to the artist, causing him to urge
Guido’s father to allow the boy to develop his talent. About this time,
too, Guido began to make all kinds of interesting figures in clay, and
his fingers were always busy.

At thirteen years of age he so excelled the other pupils of the artist
that he was allowed to teach some of them.

Later Guido went to Rome, where he remained for twenty years in great
favor. He then moved to Bologna and there opened a large school for art
students. He made his home in Bologna during the rest of his life. Guido
Reni might have lived all his life in splendor and ease, for he earned
great sums of money; but as his fame grew he became more and more
extravagant in his habits, and so was always in debt. He was obliged to
paint hurriedly, and to the utmost of his genius, that he might have
more pictures to sell.

However, his keen sense of beauty did not desert him, and his popularity
continued to the end. He was especially skillful in representing
beautiful upraised faces of women and children. One day a young nobleman
met Guido Reni and asked him where he found such lovely models for his
paintings. He said the other artists were wondering about it and thought
him very selfish to keep them to himself. Guido replied in a mysterious
voice, “Come to my studio, signor, and I will show you my beautiful
model.” So, filled with delight and eager anticipation, the nobleman
tiptoed after the artist up the stairs to the studio. You can imagine
how he must have felt when Guido Reni called his color-grinder, who has
been described as “a great greasy fellow, with a brutal look,” and posed
him.

As the color-grinder sat quietly looking up through the skylight, Guido
took a pencil and after sketching very rapidly for a few minutes, showed
his guest a sketch of a beautiful Magdalen gazing upward. Then turning
to his visitor, he said earnestly, “Dear Count, say to your ‘other
artists’ that a beautiful idea must be in the imagination, and in that
case any model will serve.”

Guido Reni had the greatest admiration for the paintings of Raphael and
went to Rome just to study them.

As he loved to work with clay himself, he spent much of his time in Rome
studying the beautiful pieces of statuary there. He tells us that his
favorites were the Venus de Medici and Niobe.

Pleasant and courteous to all, he made friends everywhere and was
greatly beloved. Once when he was very ill his friends hired musicians
to play just outside his door. This pleased him greatly, as he was
always passionately fond of music. He said to them, “And what, then,
will be the melodies of Paradise?”

Guido Reni was a great favorite of Pope Paul V and many of his pictures
were painted for the Pope. When he returned from Rome to Bologna, he
found himself more popular than ever and quite overwhelmed with orders
for pictures.

Of all his paintings, the “Aurora” is generally considered his best. The
story is told of a little girl who had lived all her life in the
country. Upon her first visit to her uncle in the city, she discovered a
large and splendid copy of the “Aurora” in his living room. One morning
her uncle came into the room and found his little niece gazing at the
picture in rapt admiration.

“Well, Mary,” he said, “what do you think of it?”

“Oh, uncle,” she replied, “I like it ‘cause they are in such a hurry.”

So young and old have found one reason or another for liking this
picture.

Guido Reni painted many portraits as well as many historical and
mythological pictures. Some of the best known of Guido’s paintings are:
“Reclining Venus with Cupid,” “St. Michael and the Dragon,” “Beatrice
Cenci,” “Little Bacchus Drinking,” and “The Mater Dolorosa of Solimena.”


=Questions about the artist.= Where was the artist born? What two
talents had he? How did he happen to study painting? How did he succeed
with his first picture? What was his progress? Why was he never rich?
What subjects did he choose? What did the young nobleman ask him? Tell
of the nobleman’s visit to the artist’s studio. Whose paintings did
Guido Reni admire greatly? What statues? How was he able to make so many
friends? What was his masterpiece? What did the little country girl say
about it? Name some of his paintings.


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[Illustration: AVENUE AT MIDDELHARNIS



                         AVENUE AT MIDDELHARNIS


=Questions to arouse interest.= What occupies the most important part of
this picture? Describe the trees bordering the road. Where does the road
lead? What does it pass on its way to the village? Where must the artist
have been standing? why do you think so? What can you say about the
perspective of this road? How much of this picture is sky? What kind of
lines predominate—curved, straight, vertical, or horizontal? In what
country do you think it is? Why is it so level? What are the people in
the picture doing? What do you like best about this picture?


  =Original Picture=: National Gallery, London, England.
  =Artist=: Meyndert Hobbema (hŏb’ĕ mä).
  =Birthplace=: Amsterdam, the Netherlands.
  =Dates=: Born, 1638; died, 1709.


=The story of the picture.= There is a little village in the Netherlands
by the name of Middelharnis, and if we should go there to-day we should
find just such an avenue of trees as this one in our picture. The
artist, Hobbema, spent many years in this village, painting scenes in
and around it. Probably he traveled over this very road countless times.
It would seem as if we, too, were walking down the road guarded by those
tall, slender trees which border each side of it. They are poplar trees,
trimmed so high that we scarcely recognize them. They lead direct to the
little village beyond, which we see between the tree trunks.

Since the village is almost surrounded by the North Sea, its high church
tower is not only picturesque by day but useful at night as a lighthouse
or beacon to guide the sailor to a safe port.

In our picture the sun is half hidden in a sky as full of fleecy clouds
as the sky near the North Sea generally is.

We must expect no hills nor elevations of any kind in the Netherlands, a
land lying lower than the ocean. The great protecting dikes and the many
canals extending in every direction make it one of the most interesting
of countries.

In the picture we see on each side of the road a deep ditch full of
water. These ditches irrigate the land, flowing into deeper, wider
canals on which sail boats of various sizes and kinds.

It is said that every true Hollander can skate. In the winter, when
these canals are frozen, young and old go about upon their various
errands on skates. It is a common sight then to see women skating to
market, carrying upon their heads heavy baskets filled with rolls of
butter, cheese, eggs, or other provisions. The children skate to school,
and men go about their business in this same pleasant way. It is easy to
reach all parts of the village or city by these canals, for there are so
many of them; in some cities the people have no streets, but use canals
instead.

At the right of our picture we catch a glimpse of a thrifty, well-kept
nursery garden full of shrubs and fruit trees, which the man is busily
trimming. He works contentedly, for all about him he sees the evidences
of prosperity and peace.

Coming toward us along this straight and level road is a huntsman
carrying his gun over his shoulder and preceded by his dog. A path leads
away from the road to the picturesque little cottage or farmhouse at the
right. Two peasants, a man and a woman, stand in the path talking. We do
not doubt they will turn to greet our hunter, for it is a friendly
countryside, where all are treated cordially.

We cannot see much on the extreme left of the picture except the trees
which grow luxuriantly, and a flat meadow land which reaches almost to
the village. It is a common, everyday sort of landscape, yet its charm
seems to lie in this very fact.

We would know at once if the perspective were not correct, for we have
solved just such problems ourselves with the tree tops, or perhaps
telegraph poles, and it gives us an added sense of pleasure to be able
to understand just the problem Hobbema had to solve as he placed his
easel in the middle of the road and started to paint his great canvas.

The light is rather uncertain on this cloudy day. The artist used little
color except grays and a peculiar green which he delighted in using in
all his paintings. A touch of brighter color appears in the cheerful red
of the roofs of his houses, which suggest something of the homely
comfort and cleanliness that may be found in most Dutch homes.

The most striking characteristic of Hobbema’s painting is his severe
combination of vertical and horizontal lines. The positive vertical
lines of the tree trunks standing so tall and straight against the wide
expanse of sky are reëchoed in the shorter but equally slender trunks of
the fruit trees in the nursery garden, and of the trees at the side of
the path leading to the farmhouse; also in the two straight figures
standing in the path, and again in the church tower in the distance.

The horizontal lines are equally positive. They separate the garden from
the road; they appear in the road itself, and in the horizon line
beyond. If we make a sketch of the important lines in this picture, we
find them either vertical or horizontal, and much more severe in outline
than the usual diagonal or curving lines we have grown accustomed to
looking for.

Critics seem to vary as to the feeling with which this picture inspires
them, although all agree upon its value as a masterpiece. Some declare
there is a sort of hopelessness in the landscape which suggests the
unhappy life of the artist, who often went hungry, and whose paintings
were not appreciated until after his death. To them the scene is full of
hopeless beauty, suggesting all kinds of joys which are never realized,
yet continue just out of reach throughout a long and cheerless life. So
it is a sad beauty, and gives one a feeling of desolation even in a land
where all is prosperity.

Other critics see only the thrifty, contented life of the Netherlands
peasant, who by his intelligence and labor has overcome even the sea
itself, and compelled it, by means of dikes and canals, to add to his
safety and comfort.

We know how much Hobbema must have loved his work, for he received no
return for it during his lifetime, unless it was the joy of work; and
yet he persevered.

Can we not imagine him on a pleasant day, seated or standing at his
easel in the middle of this road, quite forgetting poverty and even
hunger, as he painted this beautiful landscape before him? Hobbema was
certainly daring and full of courage when he attempted so severe and
unusual a composition as this. He has placed his road almost exactly in
the center of the picture, balancing the sides quite evenly, yet he has
not made it monotonous or tiresome. The eye is constantly discovering
new beauties in the landscape or the inclosing sky. Only a master could
produce a work such as this.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= What country is
represented in this picture? What kind of trees are those bordering the
road? To what do they lead the eye?

Of what use could the church tower, in the distance, be? Why is the
Netherlands such a level country? What can you see on each side of the
road? Of what use are the canals? What is the man doing in the garden?
Who else can you see in the picture? What colors did the artist use? How
can you tell whether the perspective of the road is correct or not? What
can you say of the sky? What can you say of the balance in the
composition? the kinds of lines? What kind of a day is represented? What
do some of the critics say about this picture? What is so unusual about
this composition? Why do most artists avoid placing the center of
interest in the middle of the picture? Why do you like this picture?


=The story of the artist.= We know very little about the artist,
Meyndert Hobbema, except that he was a Hollander possessing so great a
love for his native land that he continued to represent it on canvas in
spite of the fact that his countrymen were quite indifferent to him and
his work. His pictures were disposed of somehow, perhaps given away, for
when a hundred years after his death the world suddenly began to value
them, it was found that he had left enough canvases to have made him the
wealthiest man in the country. Yet he died in the almshouse, and was
buried beside his wife in a pauper’s grave. Now all the Netherlands
would give him honor, but so neglected was he during his life that it is
impossible to find out even where he was born. Three cities claim this
honor, but it is generally conceded that he was born at Amsterdam. It is
certain he was married and died there. We determine the date of his
birth by the date and his age as given in the record of his marriage.

Hobbema’s paintings were so real that the people, who were used to more
fanciful, idealized pictures, thought his commonplace and of no especial
interest. Now they recognize the great sympathy with, and insight into,
the very life of their country which Hobbema possessed in rare measure.
He made it real to us, too, in his scenes of thrift and industry,
prosperity, and smiling peace.

We are told that Hobbema was “a plain, practical, matter-of-fact” man
and his pictures make us think he must have been. Like him, they are
plain, unassuming, and natural; free from artificial grace or fancy. He
did not hunt for scenes of unusual beauty with romantic or weird
stories, but chose some pleasing view near at hand and painted it just
as it was.

Sometimes he painted the same scene several times from exactly the same
position. If all his works could be placed in one gallery for
exhibition, we might find it rather monotonous to see so many just
alike.

But although he did not have the inventive genius of Burne-Jones or of
many other artists, his paintings were always true to nature. He has
been called the painter of the afternoon sun because he seemed so fond
of the sunlight showing through the trees and casting long shadows
across the fields.

Many believe that Hobbema must have been a pupil of Ruysdael’s because
their work was so much alike. We know that they lived in the same place
at the same time and it is generally believed they were friends. Dealers
often substituted the name of one for that of the other and later, when
corrections were attempted, it was impossible to tell which was
Hobbema’s work and which Ruysdael’s, because both had painted the same
subjects.

At one time Hobbema was appointed gauger for the town. It was his duty
to measure the quantity of all liquids imported into Holland. This
position must have paid a fairly good salary, for Hobbema was married
directly after his appointment. It must have taken all his time, too,
for he painted very little for nearly twenty years. The fact that he had
a means of livelihood did not spur him on to greater efforts. He painted
only when he felt like it, not very often, and small, unimportant
pictures. Whether he lost this office before or after his wife’s death
is not known, but for some reason or other his last years were spent in
extreme poverty.

Twenty-six years after his death his pictures began to sell, and soon
picture dealers were scouring the country for his works.

His landscapes are not full of people, animals, or anything that might
disturb the calm, quiet restfulness of the scenes. Like Ruysdael, he too
was compelled to call upon other artists to draw the few figures he did
use, as he found this part most difficult.

One thing we may be sure of when we look at his paintings, and that is,
they were faithful representations of the place before him. So we may
know just how this road leading to the village of Middelharnis really
looked more than two centuries ago.

Other famous paintings by Hobbema are entitled: “Showery Weather,”
“Village with Water Mills,” “Woody Landscape,” “Ruins of Brederode
Castle,” “Forest Scene,” “Cottage in a Wood,” and “Entrance to a Wood.”


=Questions about the artist.= What kind of a man do you think Hobbema
must have been? Why? In what ways do his pictures resemble him? What
kind of pictures did he like to paint? What time of day? Why might an
exhibition of all his paintings prove monotonous?

What would you consider one of the best things about his paintings? What
other great artist lived at this time and in the same place? How did
their paintings resemble each other? What office did Hobbema hold? What
were some of his duties? How did this position affect his work? What
became of his paintings? Why was he so poor? Why were his paintings not
appreciated? How are they regarded now? Why do you think Hobbema must
have loved his work?


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[Illustration: THE ANGELUS By Permission of Braun & Co., Paris and New
York]



                              THE ANGELUS


=Questions to arouse interest.= In what attitude are these peasants
standing? What have they been doing? With what have they been working?
What can you see in the background? From what direction does the light
come? What time of day do you think it is? in what country? Why have
they stopped their work? Who of you can tell what the Angelus is? What
feeling does this picture give you—one of sadness, peace, quiet, noise
prosperity, poverty, or happiness?


  =Original Picture=: Collection Chauchard, Paris.
  =Artist=: Jean François Millet (mē´lĕ).
  =Birthplace=: Gruchy, France.
  =Dates=: Born, 1814; died, 1875.


=The story of the picture.= Although our print is only black and white,
we are made to feel the brightness of the sunset in this picture. The
horizon, veiled in a haze, shows the church tower of the distant village
faintly silhouetted against the sky, while the sinking sun casts its
long shadows across the field. But our eyes do not dwell long on sky,
church, or field, for the two figures draw our gaze. The bright rays
from the setting sun fall directly upon the woman, who faces the west;
the man, turning toward her, is partly in shadow.

No doubt these two peasants have been working in the fields, the man
digging potatoes, as we may judge by those in the basket and the two
well-filled bags on the wheelbarrow. As he digs them, the woman gathers
them up in her basket and empties them into the sacks. Thus busily
engaged, they suddenly hear the church bell; its great tone coming far
across the field reminds them that it is the hour of prayer. So putting
down the pitchfork and basket, they stand with bowed heads as they
repeat the evening prayer.

The artist wished to paint a picture that would make us hear the bell
sounding clearly across the deep stillness of the open field. He wished
to make us feel, as do these peasants, the quiet solemnity of the hour.

Even as a little boy Millet was greatly impressed by the sound of the
Angelus, or bell for prayers, which was rung each morning, noon, and
night. One of his earliest remembrances was of a time when the villagers
bought new bells for the church, and he went with his mother and a
neighbor to see them before they were hung. It seems that two of the old
bells had been used to make a cannon, the third was broken, and these
new bells were in the church waiting to be baptized before they could be
hung in the tower. They seemed immense to the small boy, and of course
they must have been larger than he. Millet tells of the delight and awe
he felt when the neighbor struck the bells with the great key to the
church door, which she carried in her hand.

No wonder, then, that this picture was one of Millet’s favorites, for it
reminded him of his boyhood home and brought back memories of the
thoughts and experiences of his childhood. Grown to manhood, and himself
a peasant, he, too, had heard the Angelus sounded forth from the village
church tower, and had dropped his work to bow his head in prayer. The
quiet and peace of such moments had left a deep impression which he
wished to share with us.

The long stretch of field suggests the industry of the peasants; the
distant church and their bowed heads against the bright sky tell us of
their faith.

Can you not see them on their homeward journey, the man pushing the
wheelbarrow with its heavy load, while the woman carries the basket? It
looks as if it would be a long, tiresome tramp across the uneven field
to the village so dimly visible in the distance.

This is the time of year when the peasants’ work is hardest, for during
the winter there is little farm work to do. We are told that the women
spend their winter days in spinning, weaving cloth, and making clothes,
while the men weave baskets, make their garden tools, and do what little
work there is to do.

The very simplicity of this landscape, with its lack of details, is part
of its great charm. The quiet dignity of the man and woman, standing
with bowed heads, the peace and quiet of the scene, and, above all, the
sound of the sweet-toned Angelus, give us a feeling of restfulness and
peace.

The horizon line is high in this picture, yet the sky space is large
enough to contain the heads and shoulders of our two peasants. In this
way we are made to feel that although they are bound to earth and are a
part of it, their thoughts soar higher. There is another life besides
the one of toil and privation.

At the time Millet painted this great picture he was wretchedly poor. He
sent the picture to a friend in Paris, begging him to sell it and send
the money as soon as possible. It sold for less than five hundred
dollars. Yet not many years ago a French collector paid one hundred and
fifty thousand dollars for this same picture.


                          THE ANGELUS

                 “They stand within the field at prayer,
                    The rustic man and maid,
                  While silvery thro’ the amber air
                    The angel’s song is played!

                 “They bow their heads in gratitude
                    For gift of life and health;
                  And for content—their highest good,
                    And love—their only wealth.

                 “There is a closeness to the soil
                    In both their garb and mien
                  That tells of happiness and toil,
                    And quiet peace serene.

                 “A lark above them sings and sings
                    A song of hope and youth.
                 Theirs is the joy of common things—
                   The beauty of the truth!”
                                  —_Edward Wilbur Mason_


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= What time of day
does this picture represent? What can you see in the distance? In what
direction is the woman facing? How can you tell? What have these
peasants been doing? Why have they stopped their work? Why is the
picture called “The Angelus”? Tell about Millet and the new bells for
the church. Tell something of the life of these peasants. How did the
artist Millet know so much about their life? What can you say about the
composition of this picture? What was the financial condition of the
artist when he painted this picture? What did he do with this painting?
About how much is it worth now?


=The story of the artist.= Let us try to imagine the artist, Jean
François Millet, as a young man nineteen years old on his first visit to
the great city of Paris. Brought up on a farm among the lowliest of the
French peasants, he had met few except those with whom he labored in the
fields or those who, poorer than they, were made welcome under the ever
hospitable roof of the elder Millets. These neighbors and friends were
mostly sailors or farmers, who looked upon the journey to Paris as a
great event, as indeed it was. For weeks the kind old grandmother had
kept her spinning wheel busy, spinning and weaving the cloth for his new
suit of clothes. She was the tailor who cut, stitched, and pressed them.
All her savings of years had been sewed into a belt and given to him for
this journey. As he stood in the doorway, waiting for the old stagecoach
which presently came rattling down the stone road of the village, he
must have felt anew the great sacrifices they were all so willing to
make to send him where he could study his beloved art.

In Paris, Millet presented an unusual appearance—six feet in height,
slender, a downy beard on his face, his brown hair hanging to his
shoulders. All his belongings were neatly packed in the sailor’s canvas
bag which he carried over his shoulder. Is it any wonder that many did
not see the straightforward, honest, manly look of the calm gray eyes?
There was in that gaze and in the rude bearing a certain quiet
confidence and strength which only the home folks recognized and valued.
The boy could draw, and draw well they knew, and had not the drawing
master of the village told them he would surely one day become a great
artist?

Tired from the three days’ ride in the old stagecoach, jostled by the
hurrying crowds, for it was evening and all were on their way home, he
stood confused. A policeman, catching sight of the stupid-looking youth
blocking the sidewalk with his great bag, asked him where he wanted to
go. Is it any wonder that he answered, “Back to Gruchy”? We are told
that he even inquired when the next coach left for Gruchy, but there was
none until morning.

The policeman sent him to a boarding house of moderate prices, and the
next morning he started out to find the great art gallery of the Louvre.
He had attempted to inquire the way at the boarding house, but the
boarders laughed at his Normandy accent and strange appearance and he
did not wait for the answer. And so he wandered the streets for three
days, not daring to ask the way for fear of being laughed at again,
until at last he stood before the great gallery, recognizing it at once
by the pictures he had seen of it.

In writing of it years later, Millet says: “My feelings were too great
for words, and I closed my eyes lest I be dazzled by the sight, and then
dared not open them lest I should find it all a dream. And if I ever
reach Paradise I know my joy will be no greater than it was that first
morning when I realized that I stood within the Louvre Palace.”

In the meantime he had found a room and place to board near by. The
landlady having suggested that he had better not carry much money about
with him, he immediately gave her all he had to keep for him; that was
the last he saw of his money.

He spent a week just visiting the Louvre, and finally became acquainted
with a student who was copying one of the paintings. This student took
him to the artist Delaroche, who, after looking at his sketches, gladly
admitted him as a pupil.

The other students were greatly amused at Millet’s awkward appearance
and called him the “man of the woods.” It was almost impossible to
persuade him to talk, and his answers to all questions were in
monosyllables; but if pressed too hard he could use his fists
effectively. They soon found out, too, that he could paint, and paint
well. All idea of going home was given up, and Millet spent twelve years
in Paris, enduring poverty and hunger but working faithfully and long.
When he went back to his home for a visit he was so nearly starved that
he fell fainting on the ground when he tried to work in the fields.

Millet painted landscapes, portraits, and signs, but fortune never
seemed to smile on him long at a time. People said his pictures did not
sell because he painted such common things and such poor people instead
of choosing beautiful girls or fine gentlemen for his models.

But he painted the people he knew about and loved best—the French
peasants—and as their lives were full of toil, he must represent them at
their labor.

Returning to Paris, and finding his life there still one of continuous
struggle with poverty, Millet with his wife and children went to live at
Barbizon, a small village a day’s ride from Paris. Many descriptions
have been written and pictures painted of the modest white stone cottage
with its clinging vines and its thrifty gardens in which he spent the
rest of his life.

It was not until the last few years of his life that he ceased to be
wretchedly poor, for then at last his pictures were appreciated and he
received the profit and honor that were his due.

He died at Barbizon, January 20, 1875.


=Questions about the artist.= Tell about Millet’s early training and the
preparations made for his journey to Paris. How did he travel? Describe
his first evening in Paris. How did he find the great gallery of the
Louvre? Why did he not inquire the way? What became of his money? With
whom did he study, and how did this happen? What did the other students
call him? Why did they do this? How many years did he stay in Paris?
What was his success there? Why did his pictures not sell? Where did he
finally go to live? When were his paintings appreciated?


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[Illustration: SHEEP IN SPRING]



                            SHEEP IN SPRING


=Questions to arouse interest.= What is there in this picture that
suggests the time of year? What are the sheep doing? How many have
watched sheep eat grass? Why do the shepherd and his dog stand in front
of them? Of what use is the shepherd’s crook or staff? What do you see
in the distance? Do you think this is a scene in our own country or in
some foreign country? How are the sheep farthest away represented? Where
does the light fall upon the sheep and upon the man? What kinds of lines
are there in this picture? Tell some of the duties of a shepherd; of a
shepherd’s dog. Why do sheep need so much care? Of what use are they?
Why do you like this picture?


  =Original Picture=: Metropolitan Museum, New York City.
  =Artist=: Anton Mauve (mōv).
  =Birthplace=: Zaandam, the Netherlands
  =Dates=: Born, 1838; died, 1888.


=The story of the picture.= The artist has taken us to his own native
country, showing us the beauties of the fields in spring, and giving us
much of their feeling of calm and contentment. The shepherd has led his
sheep safely past the freshly plowed field which we see at the left of
the picture, and now he stands in front of them so they will go more
slowly and eat the grass closer. If one of the sheep should go too fast
he would probably reach out with his long crook, which he would place
around the sheep’s neck, and draw it back. The dog, too, would do his
part to keep it where it ought to be. Sheep prefer to run ahead, taking
a bit of grass here and a bit there, but when they are held back by the
man and dog as in this picture, they will mow the grass as closely and
thoroughly as if a lawnmower had passed over it.

As we look at the picture we find that, though few details are shown,
the sheep in the first row are distinct, while the rest are merely
suggested. Anton Mauve has become famous for this very thing—the
omission of minor details in his pictures and the simplicity with which
he thus tells his story.

We feel the warmth and vigor of this beautiful day in spring, the fresh
green grass with here and there a flower to relieve the green, the soft
green leaves of the young and slender trees planted on each side of the
road at the right of the picture. This road probably leads direct to the
farmhouse we see in the distance. The long meadow, too, seems to reach
as far as that same farmhouse, and no doubt will provide pasture all
summer for the sheep. Their fleecy white wool will grow long. Then will
come sheep-shearing time, and the wool will be sent away to be woven
into cloth.

In the picture the light falls strongly upon the backs of the sheep, on
the head and shoulders of the man, and on the wooden shoes he wears.

The dog stands there expectant, ready to pursue any wayward sheep. It is
wonderful how much these shepherd dogs know, and how much they help
their owners. In some countries the sheep are kept out in the fields or
among the hills all night. The shepherd rolls himself up in a blanket
and sleeps securely near them, knowing full well that the faithful dog
will remain on guard, allowing none to stray away or come to harm.

Sometimes, when the shepherd wishes to collect his flock and drive them
to the fold or inclosure for the night, many of them have wandered up
into the mountains to almost inaccessible heights, but the dog will find
them, every one. He has a way of making the sheep understand what they
are expected to do. He circles around and around them so quickly that
none can escape, and he seems to have some mysterious way of counting
them, for if one is missing off he goes, seldom failing to return with
it.

The story is told of a shepherd who, with but one dog, was guarding
seven hundred lambs. At midnight they suddenly took fright and, dividing
into three sections, disappeared over the hills. The man could do
nothing until daylight, but the morning found the lambs gathered in a
valley and guarded by the faithful dog, from whose vigilance not one had
escaped.

These intelligent shepherd dogs can be made to understand their masters’
wishes even at a great distance, for they understand and obey motions
made with the hands.

Sheep are more helpless than most animals, because they cannot defend
themselves against wild animals and because, having no sense of
locality, they are so easily lost or led astray.

If a flock of sheep is attacked by wolves, and there are several dogs
guarding the flock, very often the dogs will circle around the sheep
until they have crowded them as close together as they can; then one of
the dogs will continue walking around them, while the others attack and
usually beat off the wolves.

[Illustration:

  _Sheep in Autumn_
]

Anton Mauve has painted a companion picture to this one. The two
pictures hang on the same wall in the Metropolitan Museum, New York
City. The companion picture is called “Sheep in Autumn,” and, as the
name suggests, it represents a scene in the fall of the year.

The first picture brings to our mind visions of green meadows, newly
ploughed fields, tender grass, and tiny green leaves, quickening into
life and beauty with the arrival of the mild days of spring; but the
second picture has a different story to tell. It is autumn now; the
leaves and grass have ripened to a reddish brown, and the grain has been
gathered from the field at the right of the picture.

The sheep are turned away from us here, and it is not necessary for the
shepherd and his dog to hold them back. There is no young and tender
grass to tempt them, and they are going home. There are many young lambs
with the flock now, born since their mothers went out to pasture, and
they lag behind the rest as if the journey were a long one. We can
almost hear the shrill bleating of the little lambs mingled with the
deeper calls of the sheep as they move along the road.

The shepherd, this time an old man in the autumn of his life, tenderly
carries a little weak lamb under his arm. Perhaps after it has rested,
he will take up another tired one. The dog looks older too. No doubt he
has had a hard summer of it with the care of all these sheep and their
lambs.

By the long shadows, Mauve has told us that it is the end of the day as
well as the end of the year.

There is a strong appeal in this picture when we think of the homecoming
of this little company—the tired young lambs following their mothers,
the tired dog that will now have a long rest, and the kind old shepherd
with the helpless lamb under his arm.

Through both these pictures Mauve has expressed the same sympathy with,
and love for, nature and its many changes of season and weather. It is
difficult indeed to choose one for study in preference to the other, and
it is perhaps for that reason that they are usually studied together.

In our picture of the sheep in spring, with all its suggestions of
growth and beauty, the grass and leaves are luxuriant, and yet the days
and nights are still too cool for the sheep to be sheared. When the warm
days come, the shepherd will probably drive his flock to the river or
some clear stream where, in spite of strugglings to escape, their long,
woolly coats will be scrubbed and cleaned. Then when the wool is
thoroughly dried it will be cut off with large shears and sent to the
manufactories, where it will be made into cloth for the garments we
wear.

Long ago, in our great grandmother’s day, wool was carded, spun, and
woven into cloth by hand. Many families still keep the old spinning
wheels and hand looms which were used in those times.


=Questions to help the pupil understand the picture.= In what country
was this picture painted? What time of year is represented? Why does the
shepherd keep the sheep back? How can he prevent them from going too
fast? How do the sheep prefer to eat the grass? What can you see at the
right of the picture? What is on each side of this road? To what does it
lead? Of what use are the sheep? In what ways can the dog help the
shepherd? How does he keep the sheep together? Tell about the dog and
the seven hundred lambs. How can a trained dog understand his master
even at a distance? In what ways are sheep helpless? How can a dog
protect them from wolves? What is the companion picture to this one
called? How does it differ from this painting? Which one do you like
best? Why? Where are the original paintings?


=The story of the artist.= Anton Mauve was born near the sea in a little
village called Zaandam, the Netherlands. His father was a Protestant
clergyman in this thriving little town known for its oil and paper mills
and its extensive timber trade. When Anton was but a boy, the family
moved to Haarlem where he grew to manhood.

His talent for drawing was soon discovered, but it did not meet with any
favor at home. His father’s strong objections to his becoming an artist
were finally overcome by a compromise. If Anton would promise to win a
diploma as a drawing master, so that he would be sure of earning his
living in case he failed as an artist, then his father would give his
consent. As definite rules were laid down for teaching drawing, and
these rules permitted little or no originality, Anton Mauve found his
promise very hard to keep. However, he persevered. When the course was
finished, he packed his grip and with little in his purse started for
the village of Oosterbeek where a number of other artists lived and
worked. Later he settled in Amsterdam where he worked hard, earning
enough with his painting to support himself.

Mauve painted a great number of pictures, many of them in water color.
He is best known by his flocks of sheep, which he represents in all
seasons and in every kind of weather. Although he lived by the sea, very
few of Mauve’s pictures were of the sea, for he preferred the country
roads leading through green fields, with here and there a flock of sheep
or herd of cattle. He seldom painted a landscape without some figure in
it—a wood-cart, a man on horseback, a peasant woman, or a woodcutter
were his most frequent models. The birch tree, with its graceful,
silvery stem was his favorite tree.

It is said that Mauve was in the habit of making his sketches on his
cuffs, and by keeping the colors in his mind he was able from these
suggestions to paint the pictures which soon brought him fame and honor.


=Questions about the artist.= Who painted this picture? Where was he
born? What compromise did he make with his father? Why did he find it
difficult to do his part? What did he do then? What subjects might we
have expected him to choose for his paintings? What subjects did he
choose? Upon what did he often make his first sketches? How did he
finish these pictures? What were his favorite models? What was his
favorite tree?

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                      THE SUGGESTIONS TO TEACHERS


=Studying the picture.= Several days before the lesson is to be taken
up, the picture to be studied should be placed where every pupil can see
it.

First of all, the children should find out for themselves what is in the
picture. The questions accompanying the story of each picture are
intended to help them to do this.

=Language work.= The pupils should be encouraged in class to talk freely
and naturally. In this way the lesson becomes a language exercise in
which the pupils will gain in freedom of expression and in the ability
to form clear mental images.

If a lesson does not occupy the entire drawing period, the children
should be asked to retell the story of the picture.

=Dramatization and drawing.= Most of the stories told by the pictures
lend themselves readily to dramatization and, whenever practicable, such
stories should be acted out. The stories also offer numerous interesting
situations that may be used as subjects for drawing lessons.

=The review lesson.= The review lesson should cover all pictures and
artists studied throughout the year. At this time other pictures
available by the same artists should be on exhibition.

The review work may be conducted as a contest in which the pictures are
held up, one at a time, while the class writes the name of the picture
and the artist on slips of paper which have been prepared and numbered
for that purpose. One teacher who used this device surprised her class
by presenting those whose lists were correct with their choice of any of
the large-sized Perry pictures studied.

Many teachers, however, will prefer to use this time for composition
work, although the description of pictures is often given as an English
lesson. Pupils may write a description of their favorite picture. In
fact, the lessons can be made to correlate with history, geography,
English, spelling, reading, or nature study.

In any event the real purpose of the work is that the pupils shall
become so familiar with the pictures that they will recognize them as
old friends whenever and wherever they may see them.

It is hoped that acquaintance with the picture and the interest awakened
by its story will grow into a fuller appreciation and understanding of
the artist’s work. Thus the children will have many happy hours and will
learn to love the good, the true, and the beautiful in everything about
them.


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