The lower story shows, through the front-wall, which is removed to its
full extent, the interior of the vault into which the upper Gate of
Death seems to lead down. On a mattress-like couch rest, side by side,
the naked bodies of a man and his young spouse; across their bodies is
laid their little one year old child; in the background is visible in
low relief on the wall a winged angel with outstretched arms, who looks
down lovingly on the three quiet sleepers. With a _naïvité_ which does
not rise above the puerile method of the _quattrocentisti_, of making
their figures express themselves by means of legends issuing from their
mouths, Bartholomé writes on this wall beneath the angel the sense of
his allegory: “They that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon
them hath the light shined.”
Above all, the artist deserves the respect that is due to long and
earnest effort. We have here before us a work of ten years’ labour,
executed with composure, inspiration, and conscientiousness. He who
can do that, of him one may say, without the slightest suggestion
of irony: “With his talent, however applied, the man is certainly a
character.” Many details of the monument, nevertheless, prove that
Bartholomé is not only a character, but also a man of talent. The
husband and wife turn their quiet faces to each other in the rest that
is in the grave, and lay their hands one upon the other; and this
movement is so tender and sincere that it makes a deep impression.
It really expresses in sculpture the love that endures beyond the
grave. It is the solitary true emotion in the whole work; for he
whose eyes grow moist at the sight of the dead child with the sweet
little baby limbs, will say to himself that his emotion is not of an
æsthetic nature, is not evoked by the means of art, but is the purely
physical reaction of a human heart from a cruelly painful impression,
in which no artistic element or inspiration is mingled. The woman who
enters Death’s portal a prey to horror exhibits graceful lines, and
the old greybeard who timidly peers into it is cleverly conceived and
accurately represented.
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