I specially refer in this book. I have known and admired their works for years, while yet they were all living, painting their beautiful pictures, developing each according to his own bent, enlarging their ideas about art, broadening their style, and generalizing more and more as time went by. I think that seldom in the world's history has a greater group of individual artists appeared. A poem sent to me by "Barry Dane" is given with his kind permission. In the Appendix will be found some very interesting extracts from two volumes of essays by J. A. Symonds and W. J. Stillman, and I wish to thank the publishers Messrs. Chapman and Hall, Limited, and Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., for kindly allowing me to use them. MONTREAL, CANADA, 1905. E. B. G. ART FOR ART'S SAKE BY BARRY DANE Art for Art's sake; but in that art, No lens may catch the soul that lies And how he wonders and adores, As to his soul her own replies, And yields the mystery of her shores, CHAPTER I A BRIEF HISTORY I. Chap 1. erton. "THERE is a passage in Emerson where Landscape. he ingeniously observes that although fields and farms belong to this man or that, the landscape is nobody's private property." It is a real and lasting possession for all who can enjoy it. Its universality, its grandeur, its loneliness, its responsiveness to the moods of humanity, have drawn to it all the lovers of the beautiful in nature, and the greatest artists have striven to paint its loveliness and the manner in which their own personalities were affected by it. The actual beauty and glory of nature cannot be painted on canvas. A picture can never give this. "Who can paint Like nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, In every bud that blows?" "The Seasons. Spring." James |