File:American art and American art collections; essays on artistic subjects (1889) (14802995543).jpg

Identifier: americanartamer01mont (find matches)
Title: American art and American art collections; essays on artistic subjects
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Montgomery, Walter
Subjects: Art Artists Art
Publisher: Boston, E.W. Walker & co
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Smithsonian Libraries

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
ican artists, for being blind to the beauties of their native land and seek-ing hackneyed subjects abroad. Moreover, his brush has also traced some excellent Americanlandscapes drawn from the Massachusetts coast, not far from Boston. When his next exhibition of 372 AMERICAN ART pictures opened in that city, it was seen that the painter in his second foreign trip, had left the landof the blue blouse and wooden shoe for that of the white smock-frock and the hobnail, exchangingthe green fields of northern France for the still more fertile meadows of central England. A happychoice, indeed, for where could an artist find a spot more full of the charm of legend, history, andassociation than Warwickshire : — That shire which we the heart of England well may call, as old Michael Drayton, the poet ofAgincourt, and himself a son of the ancient county, sings. Shakspeare. Scott, Tennyson, and GeorgeEliot — four mighty ones — are among those whose writings have immortalized Warwickshire, and
Text Appearing After Image:
Moonrise. Drawn by Peirce. she can claim the first and the last as her own children; for the great woman-novelist was born in Loamshire (as she called it) about twenty miles from Stratford. The following pen-picture ofsome of her attractions was written by Charles Kingsleys daughter Rose. This midland county has a charm of its own. There is a peaceful beauty in the rolling grass-pastures as the sun catches the side of the lands, the ridge and furrow) that tell of cultivationhundreds of years old. Red and white shorthorn cows group themselves under the great elms andoaks, in whose tops the rooks are feeding their ravenous young. Down in the hollow the windingbrook — some tributary of the Avon — runs, fringed with aged pollard willows and hawthorns,through whose branches the wild roses toss straggling shoots all flecked with pale pink shell-likeblossoms. In the shallows the brown water races over bars of clay worn as hard as rock. In the

Note About Images