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Estelle M. Hurll

We have naturally come to think of Reynolds as chiefly a portrait painter. It was, indeed, by his work in portraiture that his name ranks among the great masters. Yet he made various interesting excursions into other fields. We may see what charming fancy pictures he sometimes painted in Cupid as Link Boy and The Strawberry Girl. Historical pictures he also attempted, but not so successfully. Religious and allegorical subjects he tried occasionally, and it is to illustrate his work of this kind that our picture of Hope is chosen.

  • Earl of Holderness.
  • Lord Gowran.
  • Sir Everard Fawkener.
  • The Marquis of Granby.
  • Lord Eglinton.
  • Lord Anson.
  • Stuart, the painter.
  • Sir Charles Bunbury.
  • Lord Euston.
  • The Marquis of Hartington.
  • Dick Edgcumbe.
  • Captain George Edgcumbe.

Lord Heathfield, the original of this portrait by Reynolds, is famous in English history as the hero of the siege of Gibraltar. Gibraltar, as is well known, is that great rock on the coast of Spain, overlooking the narrow strait which forms the passage between the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea.

  • Reynolds.
  • Johnson.
  • Goldsmith.
  • Dr. Nugent.
  • Dr. Percy, afterwards Bishop of Dromore.
  • Sir Robert Chambers.
  • Sir John Hawkins.
  • Burke.
  • Bennet Langton.
  • Chamier.
  • Dyer.
  • Hon. Topham Beauclerk.

[2] The membership was afterwards successively increased to thirty-five and forty.

Pickaback is one of the old, old games which no one is so foolish as to try to trace to its origin. We may well believe that there was never a time when mothers did not trot their children on their knees and carry them on their backs. The very names we give these childish games were used in England more than a century ago.

A familiar figure in classic mythology was that of the little god of love, Cupid. He was the son of Venus, and, like her, was concerned in the affairs of the heart. Ancient art represented him as a beautiful naked boy with wings, carrying a bow and quiver of arrows, and sometimes a burning torch. The torch was to kindle the flame of love, and the arrows were to pierce the heart with the tender passion. These missiles were made at the forge of Vulcan, where Venus first imbued them with honey, after which Cupid, the mischievous fellow, tinged them with gall.

Miss Anne Bingham was one of the many aristocratic ladies whose portraits Reynolds painted, and one of the most interesting of this class of sitters. Her vivacious face looking into ours wins us at once, and we should be glad to know more of the charming original.

Village life in England before the time of railroads had a picturesque charm which it has since lost except in remote districts.

The eccentric figure of Dr. Samuel Johnson was one of the familiar sights of London during the middle of the eighteenth century. He was a man of great learning, a voluminous writer, and an even more remarkable talker. He was born in 1709, and, the son of a poor bookseller, he struggled against poverty for many years. Literary work was ill paid in those days, and Johnson gained his reputation but slowly.

by Estelle M. Hurll

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