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on the sand, by the Egyptians, thus [sketch]. S, sand walled in by
W W, ramparts enclosing a square of level sand, on which the
pyramid floats as a ship on water held in by dock gates.

When Ned begins again to paint where only angels, not flies,
stick on, he must do some Egyptian things. Fancy the corslet of the
King fastened by two Golden Hawks across his breast, stretching
each a wing up to his shoulder, and his quiver of gold inlaid with
enamel and his bow-gauntlet of gold and his helmet twined round
with a golden asp and all his chariot of divers colours and his sash
"of divers colours of needlework on both sides" and a leopard running
beside him, and the Vulture of Victory over his head.

I intended this to be a long letter, but have been interrupted.
I must try and write more to-morrow. Ever your affecte. Papa,

J. R.


Saturday [November, 18G4].

DEAR HARRISON, I am so entirely vexed but I can't help it.
Here have two people written to me (Litchfield and Lushington) that
they are coming on Sunday, whom I can't put off in time and Mr.

1 [At Littlehampton. His friends had written to Ruskiii telling him about the
old church (then unrestored) at Climping, "and how while we were there a passing
flock of sheep had played follow-my-leader into the churchyard and been fetched
out again by the sheep-dog in a masterly way" (Memorials of Edward Hume-Jones,
vol. i. p. 281, where part of this letter is printed). For the references in the latter
part, see Vol. XVIII. p. xxxiv., where it is quoted.]


Bayne, who is coming too, is too far off to reach and poor mama
is horror-struck at the idea of being hospitable on Sunday, and letting
as many friends come as might on a week-day (God, according to
Evangelicalism, being offended in proportion to the width of your
reception and affection), so I am forced to ask you to let me keep
the Sabbath Holy, and not see your profane face. But we'll have a
nice dinner, instead, when I come back from Manchester. 1 I shall,
I hope, be better then (after ten days it should be, not more). And
look here, I'm going to deliver two lectures ; one's nearly done, and
the other half done ; one is on " Kings' Treasuries," the other on
" Queens 1 Gardens," and I'm going to publish them afterwards with
motto on title-page The King was in the Counting House etc.,
etc., etc. and, wont you have a game ! They're all nothing but
parentheses and bad grammar, and when I can't help coming to the
end of a Parenthesis, I turn it outside in and put the bit of the text
nearest, inside it. Ever affectionately yours, J. HUSKIN.


DENMARK HILL, November 2lst, 18(54.

MY DEAR DALLAS, I am glad to hear from you always, and return
you your poor friend's letter with cheque for ,-10. I have usually
a sad, hopeless feeling about literary misery, and like better to give
what I have to give where it seems likely to help a stronger, if less
delicate, life. But I trust to your judgment in this case.

I never go out at all : all talk being at present impossible to me
in strange society. If my old friends like to come and see me, they
can you shall, if you like. The talk is impossible to me, owing to
the state of quiet rage and wonder at everything people say and do in
which I habitually live. Yours faithfully always, J. HUSKIN.


Dec. 3, 18(54.

DEAR MR. HALLE, My "children' 1 tell me you were sorry because
I liked that "Home, S. II." better than Beethoven having expected

1 [Where lluskin went in December 1H(>4 to deliver the lectures.]

2 [No. i;5 in Art (Did Literature, pp. .'>i)-40. Part of this letter was printed in the
Pull Mnl! (Jiizrtte, November li), 1!3!)1, in an account of a sale of autograph letters.]

3 [Krom Life imd letters of ,<ir Charles Halle, edited by his son, C. K. Halle',
and his daughter, Marie Halle, 181)0, pp. 1(541(55. The letter was reprinted in

1864] -HOME, SWEET HOME" 477

better sympathy from me ? But how could you with all your know-
ledge of your art, and of men's minds ? Believe me, you cannot have
sympathy from any untaught person, respecting the higher noblenesses
of composition. If I were with you a year, you could make me feel
them I am quite capable of doing so, were I taught but the utmost
you ought ever to hope from a musically-illiterate person is honesty
and modesty. I do not should not expect you to sympathise with
me about a bit of Titian, but I know that you would, if I had a
year's teaching of you, and I know that you would never tell me you
liked it, or fancy you liked it, to please me.

But I want to tell you, nevertheless, why I liked that H. S. H. I
do not care about the air of it. I have no doubt it is what you say
it is sickly and shallow. But I did care about hearing a million
of low notes in perfect cadence and succession of sweetness. I never
recognized before so many notes in a given brevity of moment, all
sweet and helpful. I have often heard glorious harmonies and inven-
tive and noble succession of harmonies, but I never in my life heard
a variation like that.

Also, I had not before been close enough to see your hands, and
the invisible velocity was wonderful to me, quite unspeakably, merely
as a human power.

You must not therefore think that I only cared for the bad
music but it is quite true that I don't understand Beethoven, and
I fear I never shall have time to learn to do so.

Forgive this scrawl, and let me talk with you again, some day.

Ever, with sincere regards to Mrs. and Miss Halle, gratefully and
respectfully yours, J. Rusxix.

There was perhaps one further reason for my being so much
struck with that. I had heard Thalberg play it after the Prussian
Hymn. I had gone early that I might sit close to him, and I was
entirely disappointed ; it made no impression on me whatever. Your
variation therefore took me with greater and singular surprise.

the Academy, January 2, 1897- lluskin had asked Halle to come and play at the
\Vinnington School. "My father," says his biographer, "was careful to select what
was most great and beautiful, and played his very best." When it was all over,
the girls asked him for Thalberg's arrangement of " Home, Sweet Home." " To his
chagrin, lluskin, who had been politely appreciative, now became enthusiastic, and
told him that was the piece he liked best far and away. Of course my father said
nothing at the time, but it got to the ears of the Professor how disappointed my
father had been." Ruskin describes the occasion of Halle's playing "Home, Sweet
Home" in a letter given in Vol. XVIII. p. Ixx., and in The Cestus of Aglaia, 27
(Vol. XIX. p. 78) : for another reference to Halle, see Fors Cluvigera, Letter 79
(Vol. XXIX. p. 155).]



MANCHESTEH, Thursday {December 15, 1864].

DEAR LADY TREVELYAN, I got on very well last night, 1 speaking
with good loud voice for an hour and a quarter, or a little more
reading, I should say, for I can't speak but when I am excited. I
gave them one extempore bit about Circassian Exodus, which seemed
to hit them a little as far as Manchester people can be hit. But in
general I find my talk flies over peopled heads like bad firing. I
shall be glad to get back to my quiet study and my minerals and
casts of coins. These last I find very valuable and precious, and when
you come to see me again I've quantities of things to show you
perhaps even I shall have some flowers to amuse you, for I'm getting
all the old ones that will grow under our glass, and I daresay you 1 !!
find some forgotten ones, prettier than present favourites.

I've given the gardener carte-blanche in ixias, amaryllis, gladiolus,
and the lily and flag tribes generally everything that he can get and
grow, he's to have and wild roses in masses all round the garden ;
and I've planted twenty peach and almond trees alternately, down the
walk, where they'll catch the spring sunsets ; and I'm going to lay on
a constant rivulet of water, 2 and have water-cresses and frogs and efts
and things. I daresay I can get as much water as that driblet of
yours down the park for twenty pounds a year or so ; and if I were
as littery as you and as fond of weeds, 7'd have dock leaves and every-
thing in a mess, too, but my stream will be tidy.

If I want any nettles in the dry places, you can spare me some,
I daresay. I never saw any so fine as yours, anywhere. Ever affec-
tionately yours, J. RUSKIN.

I find nettles always wither quickly when they can't sting anybody;
mind how you pack them, please (you ought to know just now how
ill they feel when they're helpless).


24th Dec., 1804.

MY DEAR PATMORE, . . . I've been quoting you with much applause
at Manchester, but it is a great nuisance that you have turned Roman

1 [In his lecture "Of Queens' Gardens." For the " extempore hit ahout Cir-
cassian Exodus," see Vol. XVIII. p. 127 n.]

! [See Preeterita, Vol. XXXV. p. 500.]

3 [Memoirs and Correspondence of Coventry Patmore, vol. ii. pp. 282-28,3. 'Hie
reference is to Raskin's quotation, in his lecture "Of Queens' Gardens," of a passage
from The Angel in the House, Vol. XVIII. p. 120.]


Catholic, for it makes all your fine thinking so ineffectual to us
English and to unsectarian people generally and we wanted some
good pious thinkers just now to make head against those cursed fools
of Conservation-of-Force Germans. But what must be, must be ; if it
had been me, I should have turned Turk, and taken sixteen wives
"At Paris one, in Sarum three."" 1 Ever affectionately yours,



[During this year Ruskin was mostly with his mother at Denmark Hill. The
Cestus of Aglaia, Sesame and Lilies, and Ethics of the Dust were published, and
various lectures given (Vol. XVIII. p. xvi.).]


Feb. '65.

DEAR RICHMOND, I had not seen Willie's picture 2 till to-day. IVe
written to his wife about it. I must just catch the post to send you
also my deep and most solemn congratulation. I don't know what
you feel about it, but I would rather have the head of that girl in
green than anything in oil by whomsoever you like to say of the
Florentine or Southern Italy men ; and although there is as yet no
enjoyment (thank Heaven) of painting as such no Correggio or Rey-
nolds quality there is a divine ideal of human beauty and sight of
it, which as his skill perfects itself ought to make him another name
among the fixed Stars.

I am very wild about it just now, not having thought that the
deep harmonies were in him, but expecting only clever and pretty
popular work. But this looks to me quite limitless pardon what
presumption there may be in my thought that my telling you what
I feel about it will give you a pleasure which I want to catch the
post for, and so can't say more, nor say this less conceitedly. Love
to his mother. I hope John is better. Ever your affectionate



February 21, 1865.

... I have just been reading Cranford out to my mother. She
has read it about five times ; but, the first time I tried, I flew into a

1 [A parody of the lines in the Angel in which Felix gives a list of the scenes
of his immature loves.]

2 [Of the three Miss Liddells : mentioned by Ruskin in The Cestus of Aglaia,
Vol. XIX. p. 152 and n.]

3 [From p. xxiv. of A. W. Ward's Introduction to Cranford) vol. ii. of The Works
of Mrs. Gaskell, 1906 ("Cranford Edition"). Mrs. GaskelPs reply to the letter


passion at Captain Brown's being killed and wouldn't go any further
but this time my mother coaxed me past it, and then I enjoyed
it mightily. I do not know when I have read a more finished little
piece of study of human nature (a very great and good thing when
it is not spoiled). Nor was I ever more sorry to come to a book's
end. I can't think why you left off'! You might have killed Miss
Matty, as you're fond of killing nice people, and then gone on with
Jessie's children, or made yourself an old lady in time it would have
been lovely. I can't write more to-day.


23rd Fehmari/, 1805.

MY DEAR BROWN, It is not often now that things give me real
pleasure, but I was really dancing round the room with delight this
morning at and over those Titian documents and in pride at having
been permitted, even in this merely instrumental way, to share in
bringing them to light. I will pay fifty pounds to your credit at
Coutts' directly which under present conditions seems to include the
payment to Joan and Panno : of this year but if more is required,
it is wholly at Lorenzi's disposal; let the work be done just as he
thinks it ought, and carried down to whatever point it is fittest to
close it at.

I cannot give you any opinion about Cadore ; I do not know
how anything is written by Italians of that date or of any date,
indeed. I do not think Titian would sacrifice his love of any place,
much less of his native place, to a fashionable affectation yet I may
misjudge him. Cadore must be a glorious place, by what I see of
sketches. 2

I am busy again people plague me for lectures and so on and I
want to read and learn, not to talk one can't get anv peace in the
present world. I wonder if the worms and chemical affinities are as
disagreeably disturbing in thu other. Ever affectionately yours,

J. KrsKix.

My faithful regards to Loren/i, please.

is given in the same Introduction (pp. xi.-xii.). " Crnnford" she says, "is the
only one of my own books that I can road again. ... I am so glad your mother
likes it too. I will toll her a bit of Cranford that I did not dare to put in. . . .
The beginning of Cranford was one paper in Hmmehold M'O/Y/.V; and I never meant
to write more, so killed Captain Brown very much against my will."]
: [See above, p. 1 1!.'! ?/.]

[To Josiali Gilbert's illustrated volume Cadore, or Titinn'n Country (18(5!)),
Ruskin contributed the view from Venice, given above, p. 118 (Plate VI.).]



[February, 1865.]

DEAR MR. CARLYLE, Pray come as you kindly think of doing-
and let us have talks, and looks. Geology is just in its most interesting-
stage of youth a little presumptuous, but full of strength and advanc-
ing life. Its general principles and primary facts are now as certain
as those of astronomy, but of Central fire, we as yet know nothing.
You shall look at stones, and give them time, and see what will come
out of them for you, in your own way. I know you will find them
interesting. But all the books are dismal, yet full of good work. I
will stay in any day for you after Friday. You are sure to catch
me before I go out any day, if you are as early as one. Ever your
affecte. J. RUSKIN.

I wish you would read the tenth chapter, especially pp. 112-113, in
the book of Lyell's 2 which I send, with some care. The facts are
those closest to us, and they are distinct, and very wonderful. If one
once understands the relation of the formations of such an island as
Ischia to the existing Fauna, all the after steps of geology are thereby


[Feb. 25, 1865.]

DEAR BROWNING, I am so sorry ; but these illnesses must be, I
suppose. One has spiritual measles, too, sometimes which arc worse.
Thank you so much for that extract. I was deeply grateful for
Milsand's review. 3 What he was surprised at, I suppose, was simply
my saying, and feeling, he was right where he had said I was
wrong. One generally sucks all the praise and throws the blame back
in the critic's face with a " and be damned to you " for all thanks
at least that's the way the P.R.B.'s serve me. Ever affectionately
yours, J. R.

1 [In answer to the letter of 22nd February (Vol. XXVI. p. xxx.), in which
Carlyle says, " I have a notion to come out some day soon, and take a serious
lecture on Rocks," asking especially about the idea of "a central fire."]

2 [Ch. x. (" Recent and Post-Pliocene Periods ") in Lyell's Elements of Geology,
6th eel., 1865.]

3 [ L' Esthetique Anglaise Etude sur M. John liuskin. Par J. Milsand. Paris, 1804.
Milsand was an intimate friend of Browning, and to him was dedicated ''in
memoriam " Purleyings with Certain People (1887)-]




NORTH WICH, March 28, 18(>5.

I was away from here when your interesting letter came. No idea
can be less justifiable than that you have of your own inferiority. I
know no one in England who could have made that drawing of Vanity
Fair 1 but yourself. Even should you never be able to colour, you may
perhaps be more useful, and, if that is any temptation to you, more
celebrated than any painter of the day. What you want is general
taste, and larger experience of men and things, and peace of mind.

I cannot recommend you to pursue colour until I see your attempts
at it. When you have leisure to set to work for a serious trial, I
will send you anything you want of books, and a little bit of William
Hunt's to look at and copy, 2 and have a talk about it. Meanwhile do
put the idea of giving up art out of your mind, as you would that
of suicide if it came into it. Most truly yours, J. R.


[DENMARK HILL] 8th May [1805].

... I must thank you for your line received this morning, which
both my mother and I were glad, and sorry, to receive. My mother
misses you much more than I thought she would, and says "she does
not know how she could replace you at all ; -indeed, she knows she
could not." ... I attach more importance to marriage, especially
early marriage, than she does, and as you know I am very remorseful
about keeping you mewed up here. But fancy, Fve been unpacking
another Lostwithiel box this morning, and I found you had been
wonderfully quick and light-handed in unrolling the papers, it took
me twice the time at least, that does not allow quite for the loss of
time, when you are there, in mischief, and insisting on having things
your own way . . . but in merely unrolling I lost a great deal of time
in comparison.

1 [See above, p. 372.]

8 ["Mr. lluskin," says Mr. Shields, "sent a fresh herring in \vnter-colours by
William Hunt of exquisite colour and I had the reward, when 1 took it and my
copy to him at Denmark Hill, of hearing him say, * Well ! if you had brought back
your ropy, and retained the Hunt, I should never have known the difference.' That
settled the question of my eye for colour, hitherto hanging in doubt."]

[The first letter of a long series. Miss A^new (Mrs. Arthur Severn) had
now c:une to live with Kupkin's mother (see Prceteritu, Vol. XXXV. p. .5^7)-]




MY DEAR HARRISON, I send you a dozen of port; half of which
are Cockburn's ; old, but now, for my taste, too old some people may
like them. But the fat, musty bottles are molten ruby; I have only
five dozen left and no more such, I believe, can be had Quarles Harris a
of ever so long ago as rich as ever. I hope you will like them.

Your notes have been very valuable to me. I noticed, however,
only with something of reverent wonder at a state of primeval innocence,
your query about the " poor priests." My dear Harrison, there are
myriads of things in history of which I am doubtful, but this I know
that up to, and down from, the days of Caiaphas, priests have had
the same general character; if you want to have a great work stopped,
a great truth slain, or a great Healer crucified, your chief priest is the
man to do it, and he only. All the worst evil on this earth is priests 1
work all the completest loss of good has been by priests' hindrance.

I now leave the book 2 in your hands, for I am forced to run away
for a little fresh air. I have told them to send the last revises to you,
I don^t want to see any more. If any word of preface comes into my
head to-day on rail, I'll send it you ; meantime, please let them get
on. The binding is to be plain russet, no decoration whatever on
title-page or elsewhere. Ever affectionately yours, J. RUSKIN.


DENMARK HILL, 2oth June, 1865.

DEAR MR. MACKAY, I have written you a cheque for W5, since
I would have given that for the Walpole book, 4 if you had asked it,
without a moment's hesitation ; it is of course worth much more, but
I should have paused beyond that; but for a hundred guineas I look
upon it as a prize for which I very heartily am grateful to you.
What a divine thing is laziness ! I owe whatever remains of health
I have to it in myself, and the getting hold of these things which I
have so long been in search of to the same blessed virtue in you.

1 [A well-known importer of Oporto wines, on Tower Hill ; the port is mentioned
also in Vol. XVII. p. 553.]

2 [Sesame and Lilies, published in June 1865.]

3 [No. 97 in Messrs. Sotheby's Catalogue of Autograph Letters, sold by them
May 21st, 1890. Reprinted, under the heading "The Value of Laziness/' in Igdrasil,
and thence (No. 105) in Rnskiniana, part i., 1890, p. 95.]

4 fl'robably an extra-illustrated edition of Walpole's Painters: compare a letter
of 17th May 1881 (Vol. XXXVII. p. 359).]


What I suffer, on the other hand, from the "industries'" of human
beings, there's no talking of. What a busy place Hell must be ! we
get the look of it every now and then so closely in our activest places
what political economy there, and Devil take the hindmost in
general ! etc. You know you owe me one more copy of the Fawkes
photo, yet. Always yours truly and obliged, J. RUSKIN.

My favourite archer with the sitting woman is much spotted: 1 could
anything be done with it ?


[1805 ?]

DEAR RICHMOND, Best thanks for your kind note. I've written to
Walwood to know what is the matter. I didn't mean to attack Rem-
brandt on the score of impiety, but on that of vulgar art. 2 I get
tired of those lamplight effects can't look at them for indefinite time,
and I feel all that is painful in them more and more forcibly as the
effects lose their attractiveness. I have no other test of art than this
beyond a certain point I can say from grounds of reason that things
are clever and full of mind, but it is only by their permanent power
that I can come at the real amount of goodness and foundation in them.
Ever most affectionately vours, J. RUSKIN.


DENMARK HILL, about 1805.

DEAR Miss IRONSIDE, The second shell is much better than the
first; quite right, I think, in the perspective of spiral this is a great
gain already, and I understand all the talk in your letters.

The first thing you have to do is to get sleepy. Nothing can be
done with shaky hands and beating heart. There is no occasion for
either. You have plenty of time and power and good-will. Only
don't torment yourself, and you will soon find things go smoothly.

1 [Probably an impression of " Procris and Cephalus " (Liber Studiorum),]

2 ['Hie reference may be to ch. v. of The Cestux of Aglnin : see Vol. XIX.
p. 107.]

['1 bis and tbe nine following letters, which are here given consecutively as
a typical collection of letters sent by Iluskin to a young artist, were printed in
the Cutholic Press (Sydney), February ;?, 11)00. (For other slight notes belonging
to the same series, see Bibliographical Appendix, Vol. XXXVII. p. 070.) Miss
Ironside, to whom they were addressed, was born in Sydney in 18.31, and, showing
much talent in art, went to Europe with her mother in 1855 and settled in Rome.
She was made much of by Gibson, the sculptor, and enjoyed considerable vogue in


I can't draw a triangle straight, or I would. The convolvulus not
bad the lips very good. Nobody can do such things in a hurry.
Yours always faithfully, J. R.

DEAR Miss IRONSIDE, I will come on Friday, please, about two
o'clock. I can't stay long, but will stay long enough to be of al
the use I can. I hope to help, not scold. I should only scold you
for going into heroics or for being careless, and you haven't in this
case any chance of heroism, and I am sure that you never are care-
less. Have the shell in the light you drew it in, all ready for me,
please. Ever faithfully yours, J. RUSKIN.

Miss BELL'S, WINNINGTON HALL, 2nd June, 1865.

MY DEAR Miss IRONSIDE, I was hindered from calling on Wednes-
day by the coming to town of an old friend in illness, whom I was
forced to go out and see. I was not sure where to write to you, or
I should have let you know in time. I shall be back in town in

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