In the fifteenth century, a certain feeble lamp of art arose in the
Italian town of Urbino. This poor light, Raphael Sanzio by name, better
known to a few miserably mistaken wretches in these later days, as
Raphael (another burned at the same time, called Titian), was fed with a
preposterous idea of Beauty—with a ridiculous power of etherealising,
and exalting to the very Heaven of Heavens, what was most sublime and
lovely in the expression of the human face divine on Earth—with the
truly contemptible conceit of finding in poor humanity the fallen
likeness of the angels of God, and raising it up again to their pure
spiritual condition. This very fantastic whim effected a low revolution
in Art, in this wise, that Beauty came to be regarded as one of its
indispensable elements. In this very poor delusion, Artists have
continued until this present nineteenth century, when it was reserved
for some bold aspirants to “put it down.”
The Pre-Raphael Brotherhood, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the dread Tribunal
which is to set this matter right. Walk up, walk up; and here,
conspicuous on the wall of the Royal Academy of Art in England, in the
eighty-second year of their annual exhibition, you shall see what this
new Holy Brotherhood, this terrible Police that is to disperse all
Post-Raphael offenders, has “been and done!”
You come—in this Royal Academy Exhibition, which is familiar with the
works of WILKIE, COLLINS, ETTY, EASTLAKE, MULREADY, LESLIE, MACLISE,
TURNER, STANFIELD, LANDSEER, ROBERTS, DANBY, CRESWICK, LEE, WEBSTER,
HERBERT, DYCE, COPE, and others who would have been renowned as great
masters in any age or country—you come, in this place, to the
contemplation of a Holy Family. You will have the goodness to discharge
from your minds all Post-Raphael ideas, all religious aspirations, all
elevating thoughts; all tender, awful, sorrowful, ennobling, sacred,
graceful, or beautiful associations; and to prepare yourselves, as
befits such a subject—Pre-Raphaelly considered—for the lowest depths of
what is mean, odious, repulsive, and revolting.
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