Sir John Everett MillaisBaldry, A. L. (Alfred Lys)
Philosophy
Sir John Everett Millais
Baldry, A. L. (Alfred Lys)
Millais, John Everett, 1829-1896
Then, with painful suddenness, came the verdict of his doctors, that
his case was hopeless. The throat trouble, that had been growing
month by month more acute and distressing, was pronounced to be
cancer and incurable. In June the disease had made such strides that
the end seemed to be imminent, but an operation gave him some relief,
and his life was prolonged till the middle of August, when at last
death released him from his agony. He passed away at the house in
Palace Gate, Kensington, which had been the scene of the many
triumphs of his later years, dying as he had lived, full of courage
and patience, fearing nothing, and meeting his fate with cheerful
resignation. On August 20th, he was buried in St. Paul's Cathedral,
beside his old friend Lord Leighton, whom only a few months before he
had helped to lay to rest.
His death not only left a gap in the ranks of art, but it also took
away, while he was yet in the full enjoyment of his powers, a man
whose sterling qualities had attracted a host of friends. His
frankness and honesty, his geniality and kindliness, and, above all,
his manly wholesomeness, without taint of modern decadence or
morbidity, endeared him to everyone with whom he came in contact. He
was typically English, in the best sense, with all the physical and
mental attributes that have enabled our race to dominate the world, a
lover of the country, a good shot, a keen fisherman, and a fearless
horseman. The very look of him, with his stalwart, well set-up
figure, and handsome, self-reliant face, conveyed the impression of
perfect health of mind and body, and declared the inexhaustible
vigour of his nature.
HIS ART
With all his definiteness of opinion and sincere belief in the
accuracy of his own judgment, Millais was too keenly alive to the
varieties of nature, too earnest in his observation of the life about
him, to fall into the mechanical habit of repeating himself. He was
robust, modern and practical, a man whose instinct was active rather
than contemplative; and he might even be said to be wanting in
imagination, if by imagination is understood the capacity to evolve
things curious and unusual out of the inner consciousness.
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