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Remarks Addressed To The Mansfield Art Night Class |
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_ SUPPLEMENTARY ADDITIONAL PAPERS. _Oct. 14th, 1873._[22]
[Note 22: This address was written for the Art Night Class, Mansfield, but not delivered by me. In my absence--I forget from what cause, but inevitable--the Duke of St. Albans honoured me by reading it to the meeting.] But it so frequently happens that the stimulus of vanity, acting on minds of inferior calibre, produces for a time an industry surpassing the tranquil and self-possessed exertion of real power, that it may be questioned whether the custom of bestowing prizes at all may not ultimately cease in our higher Schools of Art, unless in the form of substantial assistance given to deserving students who stand in need of it: a kind of prize, the claim to which, in its nature, would depend more on accidental circumstances, and generally good conduct, than on genius.
Examine, after every period of renewed industry, how far you have enlarged your faculty of _admiration_. Consider how much more you can see, to reverence, in the work of masters; and how much more to love, in the work of nature. This is the only constant and infallible test of progress. That you wonder more at the work of great men, and that you care more for natural objects. You have often been told by your teachers to expect this last result: but I fear that the tendency of modern thought is to reject the idea of that essential difference in rank between one intellect and another, of which increasing reverence is the wise acknowledgment. You may, at least in early years, test accurately your power of doing anything in the least rightly, by your increasing conviction that you never will be able to do it as well as it has been done by others.
You think you are going to do better things--each of you--than Titian and Phidias--write better than Virgil--think more wisely than Solomon. My good young people, this is the foolishest, quite pre-eminently--perhaps almost the harmfullest--notion that could possibly be put into your empty little eggshells of heads. There is not one in a million of you who can ever be great in _any_ thing. To be greater than the greatest that _have_ been, is permitted perhaps to one man in Europe in the course of two or three centuries. But because you cannot be Handel and Mozart--is it any reason why you should not learn to sing "God save the Queen" properly, when you have a mind to? Because a girl cannot be prima donna in the Italian Opera, is it any reason that she should not learn to play a jig for her brothers and sisters in good time, or a soft little tune for her tired mother, or that she should not sing to please herself, among the dew, on a May morning? Believe me, joy, humility, and usefulness, always go together: as insolence with misery, and these both with destructiveness. You may learn with proud teachers how to throw down the Vendome Column, and burn the Louvre, but never how to lay so much as one touch of safe colour, or one layer of steady stone: and if indeed there be among you a youth of true genius, be assured that he will distinguish himself first, not by petulance or by disdain, but by discerning firmly what to admire, and whom to obey.
I must ask you, however, to observe very carefully that I use the word _manufacture_ in its literal and proper sense. It means the making of things _by the hand_. It does not mean the making them by machinery. And, while I plead with you for a true humility in rivalship with the works of others, I plead with you also for a just pride in what you really can honestly do yourself. You must neither think your work the best ever done by man:--nor, on the other hand, think that the tongs and poker can do better--and that, although you are wiser than Solomon, all this wisdom of yours can be outshone by a shovelful of coke.
Suppose all the gossamer were Nottingham-made, would a sensible spider be either prouder, or happier, think you? A sensible spider! You cannot perhaps imagine such a creature. Yet surely a spider is clever enough for his own ends? You think him an insensible spider, only because he cannot understand yours--and is apt to impede yours. Well, be assured of this, sense in human creatures is shown also, not by cleverness in promoting their own ends and interests, but by quickness in understanding other people's ends and interests, and by putting our own work and keeping our own wishes in harmony with theirs.
That the thing itself is a prize--a thing which everybody cannot have. That it proves, by the _look_ of it, the _ability_ of its _maker_; that it proves, by the _rarity_ of it, the _dignity_ of its _wearer_--either that she has been so industrious as to save money, which can buy, say, a piece of jewellery, of gold tissue, or of fine lace--or else, that she is a noble person, to whom her neighbours concede, as an honour, the privilege of wearing finer dresses than they. If they all choose to have lace too--if it ceases to be a prize--it becomes, does it not, only a cobweb? The real good of a piece of lace, then, you will find, is that it should show, first, that the designer of it had a pretty fancy; next, that the maker of it had fine fingers; lastly, that the wearer of it has worthiness or dignity enough to obtain what is difficult to obtain, and common sense enough not to wear it on all occasions. I limit myself, in what farther I have to say, to the question of the manufacture--nay, of one requisite in the manufacture: that which I have just called a pretty fancy.
But anybody who _has_ this mother-wit, may make the exercise of it more pleasant to themselves, and more useful to other people, by learning to draw. An Indian worker in gold, or a Scandinavian worker in iron, or an old French worker in thread, could produce indeed beautiful design out of nothing but groups of knots and spirals: but you, when you are rightly educated, may render your knots and spirals infinitely more interesting by making them suggestive of natural forms, and rich in elements of true knowledge.
Suppose you learn to draw rightly, and, therefore, to know correctly the spirals of springing ferns--not that you may give ugly names to all the species of them--but that you may understand the grace and vitality of every hour of their existence. Suppose you have sense and cleverness enough to translate the essential character of this beauty into forms expressible by simple lines--therefore expressible by thread--you might then have a series of fern-patterns which would each contain points of distinctive interest and beauty, and of scientific truth, and yet be variable by fancy, with quite as much ease as the meaningless Indian one. Similarly, there is no form of leaf, of flower, or of insect, which might not become suggestive to you, and expressible in terms of manufacture, so as to be interesting, and useful to others.
It will make you wiser and happier. But do you suppose that it is the law of God, or nature, that people shall be paid in money for becoming wiser and happier? They are so, by that law, for honest work; and as all honest work makes people wiser and happier, they are indeed, in some sort, paid in money for becoming wise. But if you seek wisdom only that you may get money, believe me, you are exactly on the foolishest of all fools' errands. "She is more precious than rubies"--but do you think that is only because she will help you to buy rubies? "All the things thou canst desire are not to be compared to her." Do you think that is only because she will enable you to get all the things you desire? She is offered to you as a blessing _in herself_. She is the reward of kindness, of modesty, of industry. She is the prize of Prizes--and alike in poverty or in riches--the strength of your Life now, the earnest of whatever Life is to come. _ |