sweeping day, and the maid had mixed all the papers on my desk. 鈥淐omment? You don鈥檛 want to marry Lucien?鈥? 鈥淭here are worse fates,鈥?he replied, answering her laughter with a smile. 鈥淎t any rate, he has God鈥檚 free universe all around him.鈥? And landlord and niece took Polydore鈥檚 place for the rest of the meal. all thoroughly sticky, we organized a procession and still in our 伊人大杳焦在线观看_伊人大杳蕉情侣成综合_伊人大相蕉在线看片 Mr. Millais was engaged to illustrate Framley Parsonage, but this was not the first work he did for the magazine. In the second number there is a picture of his accompanying Monckton Milne鈥檚 Unspoken Dialogue. The first drawing he did for Framley Parsonage did not appear till after the dinner of which I have spoken, and I do not think that I knew at the time that he was engaged on my novel. When I did know it, it made me very proud. He afterwards illustrated Orley Farm, The Small House of Allington, Rachel Ray, and Phineas Finn. Altogether he drew from my tales eighty-seven drawings, and I do not think that more conscientious work was ever done by man. Writers of novels know well 鈥?and so ought readers of novels to have learned 鈥?that there are two modes of illustrating, either of which may be adopted equally by a bad and by a good artist. To which class Mr. Millais belongs I need not say; but, as a good artist, it was open to him simply to make a pretty picture, or to study the work of the author from whose writing he was bound to take his subject. I have too often found that the former alternative has been thought to be the better, as it certainly is the easier method. An artist will frequently dislike to subordinate his ideas to those of an author, and will sometimes be too idle to find out what those ideas are. But this artist was neither proud nor idle. In every figure that he drew it was his object to promote the views of the writer whose work he had undertaken to illustrate, and he never spared himself any pains in studying that work, so as to enable him to do so. I have carried on some of those characters from book to book, and have had my own early ideas impressed indelibly on my memory by the excellence of his delineations. Those illustrations were commenced fifteen years ago, and from that time up to this day my affection for the man of whom I am speaking has increased. To see him has always been a pleasure. His voice has been a sweet sound in my ears. Behind his back I have never heard him praised without joining the eulogist; I have never heard a word spoken against him without opposing the censurer. These words, should he ever see them, will come to him from the grave, and will tell him of my regard 鈥?as one living man never tells another. 鈥淏ut this, madam,鈥?said Martin, examining the venerable unsold copy, 鈥渨as published in 1882.鈥? speak unless they make their hands into a megaphone and shout.