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PLATE II.--MADAME VIGEE LE BRUN AND CHILD
(In the Louvre)
In Vigee Le Brun's portrait of herself and her child we see in full
career the Greek ideals that were come upon France--a France weary of
light trifling with life, and of mere butterfly flitting from flower to
flower.
[Illustration: Plate II.]
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Our worthy mediocre Vigee could remember the banished Parliament
re-entering Paris in triumph on that fourth day of September in 1754
amidst the exultant shouts of the people; the clergy looking on with a
scowl the while. On that same day was born to the Dauphin a son--the
little fellow called the Duke de Berry--whom we shall soon see
ascending the throne as the ill-starred Louis the Sixteenth, for the
Dauphin was to be taken before the old king died.
Honest waggish Vigee, painting industriously at his pleasing portraits,
would recall it well; since, early in the following year, there was
that to happen under his own modest roof which was to bring fame to his
name, though he should not live to bask in its full glow.
On the 10th of April 1755 there was born to him a little girl-child,
whom they christened Elizabeth Louise Vigee, or as she herself wrote it
across the title-page of her _Souvenirs_, Louise Elizabeth Vigee. Into
her little fingers Destiny set the skill that had been denied to her
father; the flame was given to her. And by the whimsy of things, there
was also born in far-away Vienna, in this same year of 1755, in the
palace of the Emperors of Austria, a little princess whom they
christened Marie Antoinette; who was to marry the little seven-month
old princeling that lay sucking his thumb in the Royal palace near by,
and thereby to become future Queen of France.
Like Francois Boucher, the great painter to the king, Elizabeth Vigee
came to the pretty business with the advantage of being an artist's
child; like him, she received her first lessons at an early age from
her father; and, like him, she moved from earliest childhood in an
atmosphere of art and artists.
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