The winter--Hiram and Cohn's first winter in Italy--had worn away
quickly enough. Hiram had gone every day, as in duty bound, to paint and
be chidden at M. Seguin's studio; for Seguin was one of those exalted
teachers who instruct rather by example than by precept; who seem to
say perpetually to their pupils, 'See how much better I have done it or
would have done it than you do;' and he never for a moment succeeded in
inspiring the very slightest respect or enthusiasm in Hiram's simple,
quiet, unostentatious, straightforward American nature. Of course Hiram
worked hard; he felt he ought to work hard. Audouin expected it of him,
and he would have done anything on earth to please Audouin; but his
heart was not really in it for all that, though he wouldn't for the
world have acknowledged as much even to himself, and he got on far less
well than many other people would have done with half his talent and
half his industry. He hated the whole artifice of drapery and models,
and clever arrangement of light and shade, and marvellous minuteness of
technical resources, in which his French master positively revelled. He
longed for the beautiful native wildness of the American woodlands, or
still more, even, for the green hedgerows and parks and meadows of that
enchanted England, which he had seen but in a glimpse for two days in
his whole lifetime, but in whose mellow beauty, nevertheless, his heart
had immediately recognised its true fatherland. It may have been narrow
and sectarian and unappreciative in Hiram; no doubt it was; but he
couldn't for the life of him really care for Seguin's very greatest
triumphs of artistic ingenuity. He recognised their extraordinary skill,
he admitted their unrivalled cleverness as _tours de force_ of painting,
he even admired their studied grace and exquisite composition as bits of
harmonious form and colour; but he never could fall down before them in
the least as works of art in the highest sense, or see in them anything
more than the absolute perfection of cold, hard, dry, unspiritualised
mechanical aptitude.
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