. Benjamin Robert Haydon : Korrespondenz und Tischgespräch; mit einem Memoir von seinem Sohn Frederic Wordsworth Haydon. Eir Orte, die. Ich erinnere mich gut, und sehr auffallend und kraftvoll ineffect war es. Aber es gab gerade damals keine Hoffnung von gettingministers, irgendeinen Plan dieser Art zu akzeptieren. Europa war mit der Nachricht, dass Napoleon in Paris aus Moskau angekommen war, aber ohne seine Armee, konvulsiert. Die Minister hatten gewichtiermates zur Hand als Kunst und Dekoration. Der Beginn des Endes eines Imperiums war nahe. Das Jahr 1813 kam und verging, und brachte keine Änderung in Haydons Situation. Bis Ende des Jahres

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. Benjamin Robert Haydon : correspondence and table-talk ; with a memoir by his son Frederic Wordsworth Haydon . eir places, which. I well remember, and very striking and powerful ineffect it was. But there was no hope just then of gettingministers to accept any plan of this kind. Europe was con-vulsed with the news that Napoleon had arrived in Paris fromMoscow, but without his army. The ministers had weightiermatters on hand than art and decoration. The beginning ofthe end of an Empire was at hand. The year 1813 came and passed, and brought no change inHaydons situation. By the end of the year he was reduced tothe greatest extremity and want. His father was dead, his allow-ance lost, he was selling his books, his prints, his drawings, hiskeepsakes, his very clothes to pay for his models and materialsof art, and for part of the little food he allowed himself. Nowand then the thought must have crossed his mind like Burns— Had I to gude advice but larkitI might, by this, hae led a market, Or strutted in a bank and clarkit My cash account;Wliile here half mad, half fed, half sarkit.Is a the amount.. Pen Sketch in Journal, 1813. /?. /^. HAYDON. 8i But we may rely on it, the conclusion each time revived inHaydon the resolution not to give in. And he was right. Tobo weak is to be miserable. Difficulties should only rouseour mettle to greater energy and exertion. But the strife washard. Day after day, during the latter half of 18 U^, he rose toa day of constant toil, and never to sufficient sustenance. Hefell seriously ill, but worked on. Through neglect, sickness, andwant, I never find him flinching. He stands his ground firmly, he never whines, never makes a complaint, but works steadilyon with the confidence that conscious ability alone gives. It isimpossible to withhold our admiration of the temper and judg-ment he displays at this period of his life. We might almostapply to him the complimentary lines of Pope to his friend Harley— A soul supremo each liard instan

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