The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
It would be well if some central advisory board could be established--a
central authority can hardly be expected, and indeed would not even be
desirable. The nature of memorials should be carefully scrutinised. We
are always weak in allegorical representation, and perhaps for that
very reason have a great fondness for it. Our civic heraldry, for
instance, is woefully weak, not by excess of symbolism, so much as by a
desperate inclusiveness of all local tradition, till the shield becomes
a landscape in which a company of travellers have hung their private
property on every bush.
Thus with our taste for representing and explaining and accounting
and cataloguing, our memorials become architectural first, with every
cornice loaded with precarious figures, like the painting described by
Dickens of six angels carrying a stout gentleman to heaven in festoons
with some difficulty. Our inscriptions become biographies. Again,
the surrounding scene is little regarded. A statesman in a bronze
frock-coat and trousers reading aloud a bronze manuscript behind the
railings of a city square, embowered in acacias, has no power over the
mind except the power of a ludicrous sense of embarrassment. A statue,
majestic enough in a pillared alcove, is only uncomfortable in a storm
of wind and rain.
We ought, I believe, to fight shy of elaborate _designs_, because
the pantomime of allegory at once begins. What we rather need is
simplicity of statement, with perhaps a touch of emblem, no more, of
characteristic material, of perfect gravity, so that the gazer can see
at once that the matter recorded is great and significant, and desires
to know more. It is said that an inscription was once to be seen in
India, marking one of the farthest points of the advance of Alexander
the Great. It was a slab with the words:
ΕΝΤΑΥΘΑ · ΕϹΤΗΝ
‘Here I stood’--upon it. What could be more impressive, what more
calculated to sow a seed of wonder in an imaginative mind?
These memorials should, I believe, evoke the spirit of the artist, as
a craftsman, rather than as a designer. Alike in inscriptions and in
representations, the wholesome and humble appeal must be direct and
personal, avoiding rhetoric and over-emphasis, as well as elaborate
conventions which other hands will dully and mechanically reproduce.
If, as in cast metal-work, reproduction is natural and inevitable, let
the designs be perfectly simple and sincere; if again it be painter,
sculptor, carver, or builder that is called upon to create a memorial,
let the responsibility and originality of the craft be his, and not
be superseded or overruled by the authority of the design--for this
indeed is, as Professor Prior said wittily to me the other day, as
though a surgeon should provide a specification and an estimate for an
operation, and leave the execution of it to other hands.
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