“As we were looking round at the pictures, I noticed a curious painting arrangement.
There was a platform raised about a foot above the floor, with two stools, one in front of the other, and an easel.
Presently the artist entered.
The first thing he did, on stepping on the platform, was to kick off his shoes.
He then seated himself (Heaven knows how) on one stool and placed his feet in front of him on the other, close before the easel.
I was surprised to see that his stockings had no toes to them.
But my surprise was much greater when I saw him take the palette in one foot and the brush in the other, and begin to paint.
The nicety with which he picked out his brushes, rubbed the paints, erased with his great toe, etc., was a mystery to me. ... In a few minutes he put his foot into his pocket, drew out a paper from which he took his card, andfooted
it politely to papa.... He shaves himself, plays billiards (and well, too), cards, and dominoes, cuts up his meat and feeds himself, etc.”
. By accident went to the same hotel [in Bruges
] to which I went twenty-four years ago, a bride.
I recognized a staircase with a balustrade of swans each holding a stiff bulrush in its mouth.... Made a little verse thereupon.”
the way led to London
; thence, after a brief and delightful visit to the Bracebridges at Atherstone
, to Liverpool
, where the China
awaited her passengers.
The voyage was long and stormy, thirteen days: the Journal speaks chiefly of its discomforts; but on the second Sunday we read: “X. preached a horrible sermon — stood up and mocked at philosophy in good ”