Australia, (1907-2000)
Girl with Pigs
As Gainsborough never attempted the heroic style, so neither did he destroy the character and uniformity of his own style, by the idle affectation of introducing mythological learning in any of his pictures.
Sir Joshua Reynolds, Discourses on Art, no. 14
- Ⅰ
- Among the lives of famous men, I know
- No more delightful case than this to show
- How schemes conspire against us in the end.
- Sir Joshua Reynolds, writing to a friend,
- The Earl of Ossory, could scarcely guess
- His note, two centuries old now, more or less,
- Affable, easy, with the barest hint
- Of a well-bred self-interest, would see print,
- (Quaritch’s Catalogue seven ninety five
- where I first saw it) or that it would survive
- With notes by Frederick Hilles, Ph.D.,
- Superbly edited for the world to see
- How artlessly he gives himself away.
- The things a man may scribble from day to day,
- My God, it makes my blood run cold to think
- What Judases may lurk in pen and ink!
- (Too late to worry: Time holds all the tricks.)
- This letter’s dated seventeen eighty six;
- His Lordship, it would seem, had lately bought
- A putative Titian; Sir Joshua’s report,
- With some slight change to help the metre, I
- Set down. I have surmised the earl’s reply.
- Ⅱ
- My Lord, your Venus and Adonis here
- After much careful scrutiny, I fear
- Roma’s opinion I must needs confirm:
- The canvas is much damaged, and worse harm
- Caused by coarse overpainting here and there;
- The back of Venus spoiled beyond repair,
- Adonis ungainly, a dirty yellow sky–
- I am quite at a loss what course to try:
- To have it cleaned–the first thought that occurs–
- Would without question make it ten times worse
- Unless I might–the thought is tentative–
- My Lord! the best advice that I can give
- Is a suggestion merely: to exchange
- Your Venus–if you would not think it strange–
- For one of my own pictures. Let me take
- The Titian, for there can be no mistake.
- The genuine Titian tint, though fouled and faint,
- Glows through the varnish and the dirty paint.
- If it were mine, I should at least essay
- To get this off–or ruin it by the way.
- The colour alone would make it worth the while.
- The draughtsmanship is not in his best style;
- The Venus is not handsome and her love
- Wretchedly disproportioned, for above
- Short legs he shows a body immensely long.
- There is much overpainting (all done wrong).
- This must be taken off. The trees and sky
- Must be re-painted too, a thing that I
- Am vain enough to own, at least to you,
- That no-one living but myself can do;
- But I shall do whatever you think best.
- In the meantime, my Lord, I would suggest
- That at my house the picture should remain
- Until your Lordship comes to town again.
- Till when, in resolution to abide
- By anything your Lordship shall decide,
- I am, believe me, your most humble and
- Obedient servant,
- Reynolds, to command
- Post Scriptum: If this bargain we arrange,
- I am thinking what to offer in exchange.
- What if I give my Girl with Pigs for it,
- That gem by Gainsborough? You must admit
- ‘Tis the best thing he ever did, by far,
- Or perhaps ever will.
- Sir, yours, J. R.
- Ⅲ
- My dear Sir Joshua, though you may not think
- A blind horse needs a nod that spurns a wink,
- Your letter with such delicacy penned,
- Such tact as I would look for in a friend,
- I had some difficulty, I own, to sift
- Its kind proposals and discern its drift;
- But, if my reading of their sense be just,
- Should I take time to ponder them, I trust
- You will not take amiss some brief delay,
- Since I foresee some problems by the way
- Which, though it may be they will not arise,
- Let me explain and see what you advise.
- Your offer to exchange with me, I deem
- Handsome, indeed sir, generous in extreme.
- Your very generosity, alas,
- In this exchange could lead to an impasse
- And might entail more debt, friend, let me say,
- Than friendship, nay, than honour can repay.
- What can I say? On reading your report
- On that poor, damaged canvas that I bought,
- Whether it be by Titian and, if so,
- In any state to be restored or no–
- You offer your own genius for the task
- –A thing, I vow, I should scarce dare to ask–
- And, seeing all the risks this must entail,
- To give, should your attempt succeed or fail,
- Gainsborough’s Girl with Pigs, his masterpiece.
- You overwhelm me with such gifts as these,
- But, sir, in your access of noble zeal,
- Do you reflect how I myself must feel?
- Was Gainsborough’s charming canvas not on show
- At the Academy three years ago?
- I know the picture well, and what is more,
- I know the very sum you bought it for:
- More than the painter asked. That handsome fee
- Was praised for noble generosity.
- (More than my ‘Titian’ cost me, I admit.)
- But, should your restoration ruin it,
- Or should it prove no Titian after all,
- Could I, our bargain made beyond recall,
- Bear to take such advantage of my friend
- As no return or forfeit could amend?
- Could I, like gamesters, Sandwich, say, or Fox,
- Laugh off another’s misfortune saying “Pox
- Take it! He would have done the like to me”?
- If so, all would cry shame, you must agree.
- If, on the other hand, you should succeed
- And the botched canvas prove a Titian indeed,
- Restored as none but you, I know, can do,
- My mind misgives me and my conscience too.
- Let me be frank: a Titian, I repeat,
- Can Gainsborough, even at his best, compete
- With the great prince of painters in his prime?
- Can Fancy Pictures vie with the Sublime
- Of that grand style, whose masters, you have said,
- Have Angelo, Raphael, Titian at their head?
- You may reply, and have implied in part,
- That this is a poor sample of Titian’s art:
- ‘Venus so ugly, Adonis so ill-drawn!’
- Between your two options I am torn,
- Unwilling to think you fence or don the mask,
- Yet here’s a thing I cannot help but ask:
- If Titian’s true colouring you here detect,
- Where is the draughtsmanship one should expect?
- All know, for colour alone you place him first,
- For drawing somewhat lower, at the worst;
- But, ‘wretchedly disproportioned’?–Your own word–
- Surely applied to Titian, this seems absurd!
- Titian, whom your Discourses call ‘divine’,
- Could his hand here so fail his main design?
- When the Colonna version, all admit,
- Yourself among them, shows no sign of it?
- Surely, unless sir, you exaggerate,
- Our bargain, till this be resolved, must wait.
- But not to disappoint a friendly zeal
- Which even your diffidence can scarce conceal,
- May I propose in answer to your kind
- Suggestions, one I have had long in mind.
- A scheme of profit to both and, as I judge,
- More suited to your genius than the drudge
- Of cleaning dirty canvas and the scruff
- And dross of overpainting to scrape off?
- Sir, while I keep my Venus at a stand,
- May I commission a Venus from your hand,
- Such as the newspapers, if this be true,
- Say that his Grace of Dorset bought from you
- To send to France, and of which others say
- You have a second version on the way?
- So, even should our bargain come to nought
- –Something to which at least I must give thought–
- You will be richer by what price you name
- And I enriched beyond the dreams of fame,
- Possessing a masterpiece from the sublime
- Draughtsman and the first colourist of our time.
- I am, sir, your obliged, most heartily
- And truly grateful servant,
- Ossory.
- Ⅳ
- My Lord, your pardon if I seem abrupt
- But I am loath just now to interrupt
- The composition of my Hercules
- Which shortly goes despatch for overseas;
- The Russian Empress, sir, you understand
- Has honoured me of late with this command.
- Kings must be served as everybody knows
- And otherwise, your Lordship, I should close
- With your proposal and the proffered fee;
- Both, I acknowledge, most flattering to me,
- Except for one particular: I fear
- My Venus, at which I have been working here,
- She has already, my Lord–have you not heard?–
- Been promised; the Duke of Rutland has my word.
- To offer a copy would not meet the case
- And would not please yourself, nor yet his Grace.
- I have a third proposal, though, which I
- Shall put for your approval by-and-by.
- Meanwhile my Venus, which you are so kind
- To wish in your possession, brings to mind
- My former scheme at which, although you balk
- May I, perhaps, renew that line of talk?
- One point your letter makes, unless I err
- Which, it would seem, inclines you to demur,
- Is that, beyond comparisons of art,
- The subjects must appear such worlds apart:
- The Queen of Love in all her majesty
- And the poor cottager with her piglets three.
- This view, my Lord with such politeness put,
- I venture with permission to rebut.
- As for my Venus (and for Titian’s too),
- Remove her title: what remains to view
- Is but a naked woman, nothing more
- I tell you–as I told the Duke before–
- A naked woman sitting on the ground
- Propped up against a tree and, peeping round
- Another tree at her, a naked boy–
- For Cupid’s but a name. Can you employ
- Your reasons now which you put forth to prove
- The exchange unequal of the Queen of Love,
- Adonis and his mastiffs, for a plain
- Poor cottage girl with piglets in her train?
- Without our titles, with our clothes put by,
- As Nature sees us and the painter’s eye,
- We are but flesh and, as the sacred text
- Calls flesh but grass, ‘twixt one stalk and the next
- What difference of status or degree
- In art, and under God, sir, can there be?
- Now, seeing my so-called Venus is bespoke
- In hope my former scheme to re-invoke,
- I now propose a third: to undertake
- A copy of my Nymph and Shepherd, to make
- Many improvements which I have in view
- And add a pleasing landskip to it too.
- If to your satisfaction this were done,
- Perhaps–forgive me sir if I run on–
- But in my brain my first proposal still
- Itself runs on–though much against my will.
- Your Lordship’s arguments in the main I must
- Acknowledge, and almost all you urge is just.
- Two points, however, in my own defence
- May I extenuate, without offence?
- For both impugn my judgement, and if I
- Doubt this, or you, you must conclude I lie;
- And, since you know that this is not my wont,
- –Nor would your Lordship offer such affront,
- Allow me first to say, ’twas no surmise,
- But fact confirmed, led me to recognize
- That genuine Titian colouring. Long ago
- I copied his Venus and have my notes to show;
- In the Colonna Palace day by day
- I studied at his style and slaved away,
- Using his method, from dead colouring on
- Umber and cinnabar, to achieve the tone
- Beneath the scumbled colours overspread,
- Or glazing with vermilion and red-lead.
- I flatter myself I did achieve at last
- That brilliant glow no painter has surpassed.
- I cannot be deceived, my Lord, in this.
- As for your doubts: could Titian so draw amiss
- Adonis’ legs as crippled his design?
- Yes, sir, he could. The observation’s mine;
- In Titian’s Saint Sebastian, I claim,
- Drawing his model too close, the fault’s the same!
- My Lord, I fear I grow importunate.
- Would you but re-consider, let me state
- No self-regard these humble views inspire;
- To serve your Lordship is my sole desire.
- Believe me, all commands I shall obey.
- Your Lordship’s most obedient,
- Reynolds, J.
- Ⅴ
- My dear Sir Joshua, my dear old friend,
- I have considered the course you recommend
- And those new reasons which you urge so well.
- I am grieved to say I have no more to tell,
- Except that my decision, sir, must stand!
- Your knowledge and experience, out of hand
- Convince me that I have a Titian indeed.
- I am grateful for that help. We need proceed
- No further. As you say, the risk incurred
- In restoration would make it quite absurd
- To pass the risk to you, whose end might be
- A ruined canvas, Girl with Pigs with me,
- I put it to you now, in friendship’s name:
- Could I view such a prospect but with shame?
- I was much moved, Sir Joshua, I confess,
- Reading your letter, at the deep distress
- You tried, but tried in vain, sir, to conceal;
- Nor was I deaf to your sincere appeal
- To serve me, knowing full well the risk you ran,
- But tired my wits to find a better plan.
- This being so, would you, when you have space
- To see poor Venus back into her case,
- Be good enough to have her duly sent
- To Vandergucht, who is more competent
- I think than Roma, where needful to repair
- The canvas and to clean the whole with care;
- And say that I shall call, when next I come
- To London and convey my Venus home?
- With gratitude, my friend, for all your pains
- And deep assurance that, while life remains,
- Of all your kind attentions, sir, to me
- I shall be sensible,
- Yours, Ossory.
- P.S. This post script I cannot resist,
- Seeing you, for the once, turn casuist
- To argue theme and manner count for nought
- Provided that a painting’s highly wrought.
- Considered merely by the visual sense,
- The painter’s eye detects no difference
- ‘Twixt Gainsborough’s child and Titian’s Queen of Love.
- Come, come, my friend! what were you thinking of?
- Where’s the Grand Style which your Discourses preach,
- And Gainsborough knew, you say, beyond his reach?
- Consider the noble scope of Titian’s line,
- The imaginative sweep of his design;
- What does the ‘Fancy Picture’ have to show
- –Remember modest Gainsborough called it so–
- Beside that intellectual majesty?
- Can you maintain that in the same degree
- Each painter found the means here to impart
- Ideal Beauty, which is the crown of art?
- Would it not have been more convincing, pray,
- To turn the argument the other way?
- Instead of claiming, as you did before,
- Venus a naked wench and nothing more,
- Your cottage girl with portent to invest
- And plead she’s ‘Nature to advantage drest’?
- Then in the light of fable she may shine
- An infant Circe, changing men to swine.
- I do but tease, sir, as an old friend may,
- But there’s a serious point in what I say.
- When painters lose the concept of the whole,
- To take depiction as their only goal
- And think in copying nature all is done,
- Art becomes trivial in the long run.
- The future is not given us to know,
- But clocks may soon run fast that now tick slow.
- Ⅵ
- My Lord, your Lordship’s orders are obeyed:
- The picture has been sent, I am afraid,
- To Vandergucht. I am sorry it is done,
- And not from selfish motives, sir, alone,
- For, parting with it, I felt, as once I did …
- –Should history be repeated, God forbid!–
- The Titian at Northumberland House, alas,
- I saw, the Wilton Vandyke too, not as
- In pristine glory I had known them first,
- But when the cleaner’s art had done its worst;
- Their surfaces defaced, their paint ‘repaired’,
- Scarce with good copies even to be compared.
- I mean no slight, of course, to Vandergucht
- And pray he may respect his usufruct.
- A tradesman, he will do the best he can
- And that’s as good as almost any man
- That plies the trade in England may perform,
- But I predict that he will do more harm
- As he endeavours to make it better. Sir,
- It is over now. I offer no demur,
- But I am sure, the offer you reject
- Was a good bargain.
- I am, with great respect,
- Your Lordship’s servant,
- J. Reynolds, while I live,
- London, 1786, September five
- Ⅶ
- So there the comedy ends and no-one knows
- Who had the last laugh; though we must suppose
- It was Sir Joshua. If the Earl had won,
- There’d be the Titian. But it seems no-one
- Knows what became of it, who has it now,
- Or whether it was by Titian anyhow.
- The Earl, having succeeded in his ploy
- To thwart Sir Joshua, was content to enjoy
- His victory, if cleaning and repair
- Left much between enjoyment and despair.
- Sir Joshua, for his part, a downright man,
- Settled for what he had and soon began
- Relations with his aristocratic friend,
- And left him Nymph and Shepherd in the end.
Editor’s Note:
The Earl of Ossory here is John Fitzpatrick, 2nd Earl of Upper Ossory (1745-1818).
Sir Joshua Reynolds RA FRS FRSA (1723-1792) was an major English painter, specialising in portraits, and a writer on art. In his will Reynolds left Ossory the choice of one of his pictures. The Earl choose Nymph and Shepherd which can be seen here at The Athenaeum.
Girl with Pigs (1782) by Thomas Gainsborough (1727-1788) is on view here at the Porkopolis Art Museum.
About the Poet:
Alec Derwent Hope, Australia, (1907-2000), aka: A.D. Hope, was a poet as well as a widely published critic, reviewer and editor.
Hope was educated in Sydney and at Oxford Universities. He taught at the University of Melbourne, then was appointed Professor of English at Canberra University College (later the Australian National University) where he taught until his retirement in 1969. Hope was instrumental in launching the first full university course in Australian literature.
His first collection of poems, The Wandering Islands, was published in 1955. Hope went on to produce more than a dozen volumes each of poetry and criticism and gained an international reputation. [DES-02/18]
From the Porkopolis Archive:
- The residence of Earl of Upper Ossory was in the town of Ampthill, in Bedfordshire, England. This is also where Sir Anthony Wingfield kept his Edwardian Menagerie.