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Normandy (France) (search for this): chapter 24
tter go home to her mother and learn to make bread, or some cutting remark of the kind; which, however, a moment after is followed by some excessively droll and good-natured speech, that dries up the tears of the poor girl, and sets her laughing with the rest. Upon her great picture of the Horse-fair, Rosa Bonheur spent eighteen months of the most conscientious and exhausting labor. Dressed in a blouse, she went twice a week to the horse-market, studying the animals, and, in fact, their Normandy owners and grooms, the portraits of some of whom she has spiritedly painted. This picture was bought by the French government, but afterwards fell again into Mademoiselle Bonheur's hands, and she sold it to M. Gambart for forty thousand francs. It was purchased by William P. Wright of New Jersey, and is now owned by A. T. Stewart. Rosa Bonheur has received immense sums for her pictures, and has, indeed, but to offer her paintings and her portfolio of sketches to the public, to become w
New Jersey (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 24
e-fair, Rosa Bonheur spent eighteen months of the most conscientious and exhausting labor. Dressed in a blouse, she went twice a week to the horse-market, studying the animals, and, in fact, their Normandy owners and grooms, the portraits of some of whom she has spiritedly painted. This picture was bought by the French government, but afterwards fell again into Mademoiselle Bonheur's hands, and she sold it to M. Gambart for forty thousand francs. It was purchased by William P. Wright of New Jersey, and is now owned by A. T. Stewart. Rosa Bonheur has received immense sums for her pictures, and has, indeed, but to offer her paintings and her portfolio of sketches to the public, to become wealthy; but she is not greedy of money, and is so generous in her gifts to relatives and charitable objects, that she does not. accumulate property. She has been known to send to the Mont de Piete the valuable gold medals that she bas received in order to raise funds to assist fellow-artists.
New York (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 24
Rosa Bonheur. Prof. James M. Hoppin. The happy and beautiful name which heads this article is befitting the career of one of the most famed and brilliant of women; but, apt as it is, it fails to give us an idea of the remarkable energy and brave persistency of character by which its possessor has fairly acquired her fame. About ten years ago, a gallery of French paintings of some of the most noted modern artists was opened for exhibition in the city of New York, in which, notwithstanding two vigorous pictures by Dubufe, senior, and one or two landscapes by Isabey, and some other works of well-known painters, by far the most interesting picture in the collection, which drew all eyes to it, was the portrait of Rosa Bonheur, by Dubufe, junior, which is now classical. The face of Mademoiselle Bonheur, in this portrait, is fill of fire. The bright, black eyes have great intensity of expression. The features, by no means beautiful, are yet noble, and convey the impression of co
Fontainebleau (France) (search for this): chapter 24
of the value of the bill. The same evening she returned to him his bill accompanied by an exquisite sketch estimated to be worth at least a thousand francs. We would close this brief account of her life, by quoting from a graphic description, recently written by a Paris newspaper correspondent, of Rosa Bonheur and her country home:-- Rosa Bonheur's workshop is far away from the breweries of Mont Breda, or the chestnuts of the Luxembourg. You must take the Lyons line; get out at Fontainebleau, and ask the first individual you meet the road to Chateau By. After an hour's walk, in a thick wood, you perceive at an opening of the Thourmery woods an airy-looking building, in which the architect has combined iron, brick, and wood with rare artistic taste. From the cellar to the roof everything is graceful and coquettish in this miniature castle. Its irregularity is its greatest charm, and your eyes could feast all day on the turrets hung with ivy and the balconies entwined with h
Bordeaux (France) (search for this): chapter 24
in by the mountains, fields, woods, and streams, by the homely features or the sweet tranquil beauty of pastoral scenery. She is thus, as one has said, as true a daughter of Paul Potter, as of Raymond Bonheur. Rosalie Bonheur was born in Bordeaux, France, March 23d, 1822. The following sketch of Mademoiselle Bonheur's life is, for the most part, drawn directly from French sources. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an artist of some original power, but was compelled by poverty to renounce eady increased to four children, became at length brighter, and Raymond set about preparing two large pictures for the Paris exhibition, when he was called upon to suffer the sudden bereavement of his wife's death. This blow crushed his hopes. Bordeaux became insupportable to him, and he removed to Paris when Rosa, his eldest child, was seven years old. She was placed with her two little brothers under the care of a worthy matron named Catherine, who lived in the Champs Elysees; and the chi
Lyons (France) (search for this): chapter 24
send him a little drawing of the value of the bill. The same evening she returned to him his bill accompanied by an exquisite sketch estimated to be worth at least a thousand francs. We would close this brief account of her life, by quoting from a graphic description, recently written by a Paris newspaper correspondent, of Rosa Bonheur and her country home:-- Rosa Bonheur's workshop is far away from the breweries of Mont Breda, or the chestnuts of the Luxembourg. You must take the Lyons line; get out at Fontainebleau, and ask the first individual you meet the road to Chateau By. After an hour's walk, in a thick wood, you perceive at an opening of the Thourmery woods an airy-looking building, in which the architect has combined iron, brick, and wood with rare artistic taste. From the cellar to the roof everything is graceful and coquettish in this miniature castle. Its irregularity is its greatest charm, and your eyes could feast all day on the turrets hung with ivy and th
Europe (search for this): chapter 24
rst class. Horace Vernet, president of the commission, proclaimed her triumph before a brilliant assembly, and presented her in the government's name, a superb Sevres vase. In 1849 Rosa Bonheur sent to the Exhibition a number of remarkable paintings, among them the famous Ploughing scene in the Nivernais, and a Morning scene ordered by the government. In eight years she had exhibited thirty-one pictures, and many more were painted for private individuals. Her reputation had now become European, indeed world-wide; she could not fulfil half her orders from rich amateurs, and wealth began to flow in upon her. But she was still the same simple Rosa Bonheur that she is to-day, absorbed in her art, and never showing any extravagance or excess of display in her pictures. She never attempted the sensational or impossible. She did not try any novel methods of effect, and was true to nature. All her pictures are truly felt and thoroughly executed. There is no need of searching for
Pyrenees (search for this): chapter 24
Horse fair, he magnanimously and humorously exclaimed, It surpasses me, though it's a little hard to be beaten by a woman. Mademoiselle Bonheur has made many journeys. She has visited the picturesque portions of France, and roamed over the Pyrenees into Spain. Her delight is in the mountains,--the more solitary and wild the better; and she seldom fails to bring home from these excursions a number of exquisite sketches. Her companion in these journeys is a Mademoiselle Micas, who resides and most familiar objects. She speaks to the popular heart and the common mind. While her pictures are full of almost unapproached genius in her peculiar field, yet they are comprehensible by all. Take her picture of the Muleteers crossing the Pyrenees. They are but three common Spanish peasants, working for their daily bread; but they have come to the top of the mountain pass, among the mists and clouds, and are now beginning to descend. The way grows easier. The prospect of getting to the
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): chapter 24
n bereavement of his wife's death. This blow crushed his hopes. Bordeaux became insupportable to him, and he removed to Paris when Rosa, his eldest child, was seven years old. She was placed with her two little brothers under the care of a wortn for her noontide meal, crossing the city barriers, and straying, wherever her fancy led her, in the green fields around Paris. After having walked a long distance into the country, she rested at the border of some stream, prepared the colors ofis worth the while to repeat. She lives in the Rue d'assas,near the corner of the Rue Vagiraud, in the only quarter of Paris where one still finds gardens which have not given way to modern improvements and to an avalanche of stones. Her littleursions a number of exquisite sketches. Her companion in these journeys is a Mademoiselle Micas, who resides with her in Paris. This is a middle-aged lady, herself an artist, who, besides being gifted with many mental accomplishments, is said to h
France (France) (search for this): chapter 24
liar genius. The Ploughing scene in the Nivernais, --Labourage Nivernais,--now in the Luxembourg gallery, is a charming pastoral landscape in the heart of sunny France, breathing the tranquil repose of nature, which softens and refines the manifestations of rough animal force. Yet how admirable the hearty strain and tug of the , It surpasses me, though it's a little hard to be beaten by a woman. Mademoiselle Bonheur has made many journeys. She has visited the picturesque portions of France, and roamed over the Pyrenees into Spain. Her delight is in the mountains,--the more solitary and wild the better; and she seldom fails to bring home from these yet there is — the same mind in both, the same fiery particle, the same imperial and divine faculty, whether It is shown in the ruling ability of a Henry IV. of France, or an Elizabeth of England; in the philanthropic capacity of a John Howard, or a Florence Nightingale; in the literary scope and depth of an Alfred Tennyson, or
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