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EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.

No XXXVII.

APRIL 1820.

VOL. VII.

FRANCIS CHANTREY, Sculptor.

A MAN of genius and taste, Gray the poet, lamented that his native country had made no advance in sculpture. This reproach has been removed, and removed too by a masterly hand. Those who wish to trace the return of English sculpture from the foreign artificial and allegorical style, to its natural and original character-from cold and conceited fiction to tender and elevated truth, will find it chiefly in the history of Francis Chantrey and his productions. Of him, and of them, we shall try to render some account. For it is instructive to follow the progress of an original and powerful mind, from the rudeness of its early conceptions, till it comes forth with native and unborrowed might in creations of grace, and beauty, and dignity.

Francis Chantrey was born at Norton, a small village on the borders of Derbyshire, on the 7th of April, 1782, His ancestors were in respectable if not opulent circumstances, and some heritable possessions still belong to the family. He was deprived of his father very early in life, and being an only child, was educated by his mother with abundance of tenderness and solicitude. He attended the school at Nor ton-but of his progress there, we have been unable to obtain any particular account. Education and agriculture shared his time between them till his seventeenth year; and a farmer's education is not always the most liberal. About this time he became weary of the pursuits of his forefathers, and resolved to study the law under a respectable solicitor at Sheffield. Whether this was his own choice or that of his relations we have not learned, and it matters not, for another destiny awaited him. To accident, we owe much of what we are willing to attribute to our wisdom; and, certainly to pure accident, we owe whatever delight we have received from the productions of Mr Chantrey.

During the hours of intermission from labour at the farm, and instruction at the school, he had amused him VOL. VII.

self in making resemblances of various objects in clay, and to this employ ment he was much attached. But his affection thus early shown for art was but a matter of amusement-he calculated as little of the scope it presented to the ambition of genius, as he was unconscious that it was the path which nature had prepared for his fame, The day named for commencing his new profession arrived, and with the usual eagerness of youth for novelty, he reached Sheffield a full hour sooner than his friends had appointed to meet him. As he walked up and down the street, expecting their coming, his attention was attracted by some figures in the window of one Ramsay, a carver and gilder. He stopped to examine them, and was not without those emotions which original minds feel in seeing something conge nial. He resolved at once to become an artist; and perhaps, even then, associated his determination with those ideas and creations of beauty from which his name is now inseparable. Common wonder is fond of attributing the first visible impulse of any extraordinary mind to some singular circumstance, but nothing can be better authenticated than the fact which decided the destiny of his talents. What his friends thought of his sudden resolution it is useless to inquire-we have heard that they did not condole with him, like the illustrious Burns over the pursuits of Fergusson:

"Thy glorious parts

Ill suited laws dry musty arts." The labours in which Ramsay employed him were too limited for his powers; his hours of leisure were therefore dedicated to modelling and drawing, and he always preferred copying nature. He had no other idea of style but that with which nature supplied him-he had his own notions of art and of excellence to rough-hew for himself, and the style and character he then formed, he pursues with success now. These we have learned were much more pleasant speculations to him than to Ramsay, who, incensed

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either at the enthusiasm with which they were followed, or the success with which they were executed, defaced them, and ordered all such labours to be discontinued in future. For this conduct, it is difficult to find either an excuse or a parallel. But true genius, no power on earth can keep back-it will work its way to distinction through all the obstructions of folly or envy. It loves to expatiate in secrecy over its future plans-it contemplates its growing powers with silent joy, and prepares to come forth on the world, in the fulness of might and the freshness of beauty.

It is related at Sheffield, that during the intervals of ordinary labour, Mr Chantrey was not to be found amusing himself like other young menthat he retired to his lodgings, and light might be seen in his window at midnight-frequently far in the morning and there he might be found working at groupes and figures with unabated diligence and enthusiasm. Of these early efforts, little is visible -except the effect they wrought. It is said, that his mother took great interest and delight in his early productions; and this venerable woman enjoys the unspeakable felicity of living to rejoice in her son's reputation.

He continued nearly three years in the employment of Ramsay, and the clandestine labours of his leisure hours began to obtain notice. Judicious counsellors seldom fall to the lot of early genius, and Mr Chantrey found friends who, in the warmth of misjudging zeal, wished to obtrude him on the world before his talents were matured, or his hand or his mind disciplined. Others, of more discernment, confirmed him in his natural and correct notions of art, and directed his enthusiasm, Among the latter, was Raphael Smith-himself a man of no common talents. He soon discovered that the young artist's powers to excel in art equalled his ambition-and he encouraged him to pursue the attainment of excellence; for in sculpture, as in poetry and painting, no one is charmed with mediocrity, though all are doomed to endure it,'

Sculpture is a profession infinitely more laborious than painting, depend ing on shape and expression for its fascination-demanding an acquaintance not only with varied nature-but with curious and delicate mechanical operations, and with that rare talent

of combining the conceptions of genius with the niceties of acquired skill. The march therefore of the sculptor to distinction is a long one-and with much of this mechanical knowledge Mr Chantrey had to become acquainted when he went to London. He had also other obstacles to surmount-the artificial and unnatural style imported from Italy and France, and which had been supported by the ablest Sculptors of England.

Our sculpture, till lately, never sought to free itself from the absurdities and allegorical subtleties of the foreign school. Nature was working her own free way with art, and working successfully, till our literature, as well as our sculpture, was overwhelmed by a flood which accompanied Charles II. to his throne. Art then fell off from reflecting nature-began to speak an obscure language-full of dark conceits and remote personifications. The common figures of poetry or speech were exalted into monumental heroes and heroines, illustrated by symbols as unintelligible as themselves. Nor did allegory remain pure and unmixed-Death was made to extend his figurative dart at the substantial bosom of a lady, whose husband endeavoured to avert it with an arm of flesh. And the conceits of the sculptor were worse than his allegory-the Duke of Argyle expires on his monument, while the pen of Fame is writing him Duke of Greenwich-a title that awaited him,-turning the monument of a hero into the record of a contemptible conceit: and these are favourable specimens.

On a mind unschooled in the conceited pedantries of art, the impression must have been curious and bewildering. Art must not pretend to instruct nature-what is not of nature cannot be of art-nothing better can be found to be imitated, and those who wish to excel can only collect the members of beauty together which nature has scattered over creation. The trúe beau-ideal is only a speculation of man on the perfection of nature-its beauty must be tried by nature, and by her permission must it stand, or by her sentence it must fall. poetry, our philosophy, and our actions, reflect the might, and the bold and peculiar character of the people. Should the nation pass away, her works and her deeds will always command admiration and awe, and will

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