The Easy Expert
Atlas—They have sent me the Spectator—a paper upon which our late ’Arry lingered to the last as art critic. In its columns I find a correspondent calling aloud for our kind intervention. Present me, brave Atlas, to the editor, that I may say to him:
The World, Jan. 30, 1884.
“Good sir,—‘Your Reviewer’ is doubtless my unburied ’Arry. Why, then, should ‘his mistaking a photogravure reproduction of a pen-and-ink drawing by Samuel Palmer for a finished etching by the same hand’ seem, ‘to say the least of it, astounding’?
“Not at all! By this sort of thing was he known among us, poor chap—and so was he our fresh gladness and continued surprise.”
“Did I not make historical his enchanting encounter with Mr. Herkomer’s water-colour drawing of Mr. Ruskin at the Grosvenor, which he described as the ‘first oil portrait we have of the great master’? Amazing that, if you like!
“Do not all remember how we leaped for joy at the reading of it?”
“Even Atlas himself laughed aloud, and, handicapped as he is with the World, and weighted with wisdom, danced upon his plinth, a slow measure of reckless acquiescence, as I set down in the chronicles of all time that ’Arry, ‘unable, by mere sense of smell, to distinguish between oil and water-colour, might at least have inquired; and that either the fireman or the guardian in the Gallery could have told him not to blunder in the Times.’”
“But no, he never would ask—he liked his potshots at things; it used to give a sort of sporting interest to his speculations upon pictures. And so he was ever obstinate—or any one at the Fine Art Society would have told him the difference between an etching and a photograph.—I am, good sir, yours, etc.”
Atlas, à bientôt.
St. Ives, Cornwall,
Jan. 25, 1834.