Out 06 ?? More Copies needed u THE coJr 1 Ar ART ALBUM SIXTEEN FACSIMILES WATER-COLOUR DRAWINGS BY GEORGE CATTERMOLE, T. SIDNEY COOPER, A.R.A., EDWARD DUNCAN, JOHN GILBERT, WILLIAM HUNT, R. P. LEITCH, GEORGE SMITH, GEORGE H. THOMAS, MRS. WARD, HENRY WARREN, EDWARD H. WEHNERT, HARRISON WEIR, and H. B. WILLIS. ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS. LONDON: W. KENT AND 0 0., PATERNOSTER ROW. HDCCCLXI. ILLUSTRATIONS. I. The Stepping Stones ( Frontispiece ) . E. H. Wehnert. II. A Breeze off Shore .... E. Duncan. III. Bruit ....... W. Sunt. IY. The Baron’s Chapel .... G. Cattermole. V. Winter. VI. The Marriage of Griselda J. Gilbert. VII. Lucy. G. Smith. VIII. Carting Brushwood. H. B. Willis. IX. The Gardener’s Daughter . . j E. H. Wehnert. X. The Fishermen's Return .... E. Duncan. XI. The Goldfinch. . S. Weir. XII. The Suppliant ...... S. Ward XIII. Happy Days. G. Thomas. XIV. Sorrento ....... R. P. Deitch. XV. The Sailor Boy. G. Thomas. XVI. The Peri. S. Warren. ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS. CONTENTS I. The Stepping Stones ( Frontispiece ). II. A Breeze ope Shore. III. Fruit. IY. The Baron’s Chapel. V. Winter. VI. The Marriage of Griselda. VII. Lucy. VIII. Carting Brushwood. IX. The Gardener’s Daughter. X. The Fishermen’s Beturn. XI. The Goldfinch. XII. The Suppliant. XIII. Happy Days. XIV. Sorrento. XV. The Sailor Boy. XVI. The Peri. Atones. HE stepping stones ! — how many memories waken At the mere mention of a little word! Voices hush’d long ago are once more heard. Thoughts quickly rise which you had far forsaken : That which the mind once gains is never taken, But lieth hidden till by chance ’tis stirr’d. The flowers droop and die ’neatli Winter’s frost. Only to live again with earliest Spring; And in the Winter of the heart no thing. Though dead and buried, ever can be lost. How many years have flown since last I cross’d ! Yet clearly do I hear the low sweet tones. And feel the pressure of the tiny palm. Which laid in mine all trembling, it so calm. When last I ventured o’er the stepping stones. BREEZE OFF S FT ORE. FAIR fresh breeze—above, a smiling sky— The tired sea-birds sleep upon the waves; Sleeping beneath them in their sea-weed graves Lie many gallant hearts; the boats bound by, Bach speeds along on its own mission bent, Nor is a thought to dread or danger lent • For who could dream that this same quiet sea. Now rooking to and fro so peacefully. Doth oft in Winter nights with thunder roar. Leap wildly forth, and beat against the shore. And bury deep beneath its madden'd foam The strength and pride of many a sailor’s home ? Ocean ! thy face, like man’s, is full of guile_ Anger lies often hid beneath thy smile. 7 R U OW comes it that the limner hath the power To render loveliness more lovely still ?— That in his works the tutor’d reason will Find added beauty in each fruit and flower. Fairness undream’d before in tree and bower. Mysterious grandeur in each shaggy hill ? He does not vainly try t’ improve God’s work, But renders light what else to us were dark. For his deep-seeing mind hath well been taught To tell the mystery with which all is fraught; And more, we prize his work because we find In it the thinkings of a master mind; Thus learning plainer the Great Artist’s power. Who made the mind, and also made the flower. m. EssMsassss =w« gg a gsg S Ba sg THE BARON’S CHAPEL. Ok §»ton’$ C|apl. E tliink too often of the olden time As one of war and bloodshed; for thus tell, In words severely simple, yet sublime. The stirring strains of many a minstrel’s rhyme. In which more loudly doth the Tyar-note swell Than the faint tinkling of the tiny bell. Calling on all men with its silvery chime To worship God within the fair chapelle; Where gather’d every Sabbath might, I ween, Baron and dame, and,knight and squire be seen, And the poor peasant not set far apart. With heads all list’ning bent, and reverent mien. Solemn and stately, yet with humbled heart. And moisten’d eye, whence tears of deep repentance start. xv. (Winter. WINTER’S morn !—some say that all looks blank. And harsh, and dreary,—but not so say I ; I love the cold grey grandeur of the sky. The crystal beauties of the frosty bank; I find no sorrow in the naked tree. Stretching its bare arms boldly to the wind. Like Samson, shorn of locks, indeed, and blind, Tet brave of heart and full of majesty. No sad sight are the ever-patient sheep. Lying so meekly on the frozen snow; They wait resignedly, like all below, Until the kindly Earth, refresh’d by sleep, Shall, once again awake, mild breezes blow. And forth each little bud and flower shall peep. %\t of (Brbtlh. BE, hair have they kempt, that lay untressed Bull rudely, and with their fingers small A coroune on her head they have ydressed. And set her full of nouches great and small: Of her array why should I make a tale ? Scarcely the people knew her, for her fairness, "When she transformed was in such richness. The marquis hath her ’spoused with a ring Brought for the same cause, and then her set Upon a horse snow-white and well ambling, And to his palace, ere he longer let, (With joyful people, that her led and met,) Conveyed her, and thus the day they spend In revel, till the sun ’gan to descend. Chaucee. i. SSggggiSJJg S l S SuS I LUCY. 1 ~jr ICtttp. Youth, Life’s happy Spring-time, all is gay. Then pleasures please, nor yet have power to cloy; The youth of the year the fullest is of joy. All Nature hails with song the rising day. Why then, 0 gentle maiden, gazest thou. With sorrow casting gloom upon thine eyes, As if thou would’st from off the Future’s brow Raise the dark veil which Time alone bids rise ? Days may be hid, when thou shalt bow thy head Meekly beneath a mighty sorrow’s tread— When even tears shall seem forbid to start, So heavy lies the load around thine heart. Yet let thy fears away; take Hope instead. And live in joy through thy sweet Summer time : So calm shall be the Autumn of thy prime, And Life’s stern Winter bring to thee no dread. mmsssmssBgBms&smsi sssssesssssES Carting ONE is the glory of the Summer laud ; The fields, ouce golden with the waving corn. Stand bare and lifeless, of that beauty shorn ; On all hath Autumn laid his heavy hand : The shrinking leaves hang reddening to their fall. And shower in myriads at each breeze’s call ■ And overhead the Winter wind will soon Through the bare branches roar in hoarse wild tune. Now, safely housed within some hollow tree. The little squirrel piles his hard-earn’d store, That through the cold he may live merrily : Man profits by the squirrel’s untaught lore. And gathereth fuel, that before the bold And ruddy blaze may vanish Winter’s cold. VTIT. Tennyson. THE FISHERMEN’S RETURN. 'tttm s unt. ^AINT are our hearts, and little is our Faith; And in the days of trouble and of rain, When everything around is tempest-lain. We, soon forgetting times of sunshine’s scathe, Predict the failure of the needful grain. With its subsequents, famine, plague, and death. Then, whether we seek harvest on the shore. Or daily bread upon the dangerous deep, Amid the strife of waves which never sleep. Though Barth lies hush’d around their ceaseless roar. Alike we hail the beauteous bow, once more Casting across the clouded heavens its span, To us the sign of covenant with man. Whence strength, and hope, and comfort we may reap. mMMscasa OLDFINCH, pride of woodland glade, In thy jet and gold array’d; Gentle bird, that lov’st to feed On the thistle’s downy seed; Freely frolic, lightly sing, In the sunbeam spread thy wing ! Spread thy plumage, trim and gay, Glittering in the noontide ray. As upon the thorn-tree’s stem Perch’d, thou sipp’st the dewy gem. Fickle bird, for ever roving. Endless changes ever loving; Now in orchards gaily sporting, Now to flow’ry fields resorting; Chasing now the thistle’s down. By the gentle zephyr blown: Lightly on thou wing’st thy way. Always happy, always gay. ND thou must leave us for a while; no more that fair young form Shall lighten up our fireside, like sunshine after storm; No more at early morning time will thy loved voice’s tone Trill through the dewy air as sweet as ’twere the lintie’s own; The suppliant, who at thy side now beggeth anxiously, No more shall come, with eager bound, to ask his food from thee; No more with low beseeching whine shall glance up to thy face,— Par other suppliant shall fill his long accustom’d place. Yet may thy step bound light and free, still may thy laugh ring clear. Though other haunts shall claim that step, that laugh glad others’ ear; May through thy Summer shine Love’s sun, or, if it ere should set. May the full moon of Hope and Peace soften thy keen regret. Rare runs a life through happily, and if not so with thee. Still may thy breast from sorrow caused by thine own sin be free; And if thy tears shall sometimes fall, may they ne’er cause a stain, But leave thee like the Summer hills, the lovelier after rain. May Autumn’s sad and sombre hue not harm thy joy’s deep root, But make thy blessedness more bless’d, as flower turns to fruit; And may the Winter frost of Age rest kindly on thy brow. Thy heart be ever green as Youth, though white thy head as snow; And may’st thou always still through life find friends as strong and tried. As firm and free, and true to thee, as him now by thy side. TRANGE, as you. look upon a little child. To think of all the power of good or ill, The strength of doing either as he will, Which lieth hid behind his brow so mild;— That from this little spring may wander forth A brattling mountain-torrent fierce and wild. Or a sweet river may from it be fill’d With power to bless and to enrich the earth. Will he be satisfied to live unknown. As lived his sire, in the dull rustic round— Eirst weary till, then lie beneath, the ground. Unloved, uncared for, saving by his own ; Or, spurning at so poor though safe a fate, Aim at a larger portion in the State ? Men have, ere this, been called from the plough To fill a lofty station—so may he; Or live his village life contentedly. With fewer wrinkles gather’d round his brow. ON THE COAST £)P SORRENTO. Sorrento. ORRENTO ! though the tideless sea which breaks Upon thy shore hath touch’d full many a coast Of fabled beauty or historic boast. Yet doth it wash none other which awakes Visions of more magnificence than thine, Where loveliness and grandeur well combine, And whence a Poet * to the whole world came. Soothing and gladdening the hearts of men With the sweet tidings of his magic pen. Yet had he to endure their hate and scorn. And not till, worn and weary, laid he down His life, did he receive the deathless crown : For never may the Poet’s crown be worn. Save first the Poet’s cross be long and meekly borne. * Tasso. XIV. Ik bailor §oin REAMS of the Past and Future—which are fairest ? We all have both, and if we had them not. Then thrice unhappy were our earthly lot. Dreaming in Youth of days which shall be rarest In choicest blessings, when we have grown old; Dreaming in Age of Youth’s time, still the dearest. Of scenes more lasting we shall soon behold. Thus dreaming on, our little lives we spend. And ever float along Life’s rapid stream. Until we near the ever-nearing end. And hear the murmuring of Time’s sad sea Beating the dim shore of Eternity: Then true alone things of the Future seem, Things Past and Present but a night’s short dream. xv. ■V . ;u» mhmm (The cit NE morn a Peri at the gate IC«1# Of Eden stood, disconsolate: llhA iSiSCQ, And as she listen’d to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing. She wept to think her recreant race Should e’er have lost that glorious place ! “ How happy,” exclaim’d this child of air, “ Are the holy spirits who wander there, ’Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea. And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of Heaven out-blooms them all!” Moore, xvi.