but the honour of the restoration of painting is generally attributed to Cimabue, a Florentine, who lived 1240-1300. He was succeeded by a pupil, Giotto, who was originally a shepherd, and commenced by sketching the sheep which it was his duty to tend. He died in 1336. Michael Angelo Buonarroti was born in Tuscany, March 6th, 1474. While still an infant, he was sent to be nursed by a woman who was the daughter and also the wife of a stonemason; and hence he afterwards facetiously remarked that "it was no wonder he was delighted with a chisel, since it was given to him with his nurse's milk." Being of a noble family, his father wished to educate him for a learned profession, and sent him to a school in Florence. Books had, however, at that time, little attraction for the young artist, who made drawing both his study and his amusement. In copying pictures he was not content to reproduce the original, but referred for the colours to the natural objects, going to the fishmarket to observe the eyes and fins of fish, and so throughout the whole work. He copied a head at this period so well, that he substituted his copy for the original without the change being at first discovered. His father at first treated him harshly, thinking the family would be disgraced if he became an artist; but perceiving it was hopeless to try to bend his mind in any other direction, he at length consented to place him under Domenico Ghirlandajo, then one of the most celebrated painters in Italy. In 1488, Michael Angelo, being then 14, was articled to Ghirlandajo; and it is said the pupil soon excited the envy of the master, by showing himself the better painter. Lorenzo de Medici, having placed a number of antique statues in a garden at Florence, permitted the young artists to study there. Michael Angelo availed himself of this permission with much success; and after copying in painting many of the statues, determined to try his skill in marble; and having begged a piece of marble and borrowed a chisel, he copied the head of a laughing faun so well, that Lorenzo was led to take him under his own more immediate patronage, and offered to adopt him. Michael Angelo's father willingly consented, considering it was a disgrace for him to become a sculptor, or as he called it, a stone-mason. In the palace of Lorenzo, the young artist had the advantage of meeting the most learned men of the age, and his taste became more refined by such intercourse. In all the portraits of Michael Angelo it will be observed that the nose is peculiar. This is accounted for by a story that an artist named Torrigiano, being irritated by a jest, gave him such a violent blow on the nose as to break it. This same Torrigiano executed the monument of Henry VII. in Westminster Abbey, and received for it £1000. He Не Michael Angelo was indefatigable in his labours. He particularly admired the poems of Dante and Petrarch, and committed great part of them to memory. gave close study to the Old and New Testament. made himself master of anatomy; and even when an old man he said, "I am still going to school, still trying to learn something.' As he never married, a friend remarked to him that it was a pity his name would not be perpetuated by children. "My children," he replied, are my works, and to them I commit my name. 66 On the death of Lorenzo, the artist removed to Bologna, where he spent a year in study, after which he returned to his father's house. He cut a Cupid in marble, which was buried to give it an appearance of age; and being then taken for "an antique," gained great admiration. Its real author afterwards becoming known, it caused him to be invited to Rome, where a marble group which he executed rapidly advanced his reputation. In a short time he was generally recognised as a most eminent sculptor, and he then resolved to resume his pencil. He was as successful in painting as in sculpture. Pope Julius II. summoned Michael Angelo to Rome, and employed him in a project for rebuilding St. Peter's. In this undertaking the artist displayed his excellent habit of himself seeing to all the details of his work; and spent eight months before commencing the building at the quarries of Carrara, in obtaining pure and beautiful marble. In the same spirit he is said to have mixed his own paints, and partly made his own chisels. Afterwards Michael Angelo spent eight years in painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. His labours were interrupted by changes in the popes; but he completed many great works both in Rome and other cities of Italy; one of the most important being the painting of "The Last Judgment" in the Sistine Chapel at Rome, completed in 1541. In 1546 he was again appointed architect of St. Peter's, which had occupied other artists in the meantime. For this work Angelo would accept no payment. The glorious fabric grew to its colossal proportions under the creative genius of the venerable architect: after seventeen years' toil he advanced it to the base of the cupola, and constructed a model of the dome in clay; and it was afterwards executed in wood under his direction. He died in 1563, aged 89, and his will was in these words, "I give my soul to God, I leave my body to the earth, and I bequeath my goods to my nearest relations." Distinguished in painting, unsurpassed in sculpture, perfect in architecture, and possessed of considerable poetic talent, this colossus of genius was endowed by God with a bountiful profusion of noble gifts, and right well he used them. His industry was unequalled, and his delight in his work unbounded. But his greatest beauty of mind was his unaffected piety; so were his glorious intellectual powers adorned and hallowed by the loftiest and purest sentiments of religion. The following sonnet was composed by Michael Angelo in his 84th year. The translation is by Hazlitt: "Well nigh the voyage now is overpast, And my frail bark, through troubled seas and rude, Of every action, be it evil or good, Must due account be rendered. Well I know How vain will then appear that favoured art, That which must come, and that beyond the grave. Who from the cross extends his arms to save." THE RABBI'S JEWELS. 'Twas morn; and while the sun's first smile awoke An Eastern clime to life and loveliness, There rose a Jewish Rabbi to fulfil The duties of the holy Sabbath day. The Hebrew youth were gathering, that he, The mother raised Her tearless eyes to heav'n, and found the strength To her own inner room, where, on a couch, She laid them tenderly, as if to rest. Behold! her ear has caught her husband's step, To welcome him! "Where are my sons?" he cried, 66 Have left thee, husband;-they are gone to school." "Tis strange then," he returned, "that I within The schoolroom's bounds in vain have sought for them." Yet marked he not his wife's averted head, Nor heard her smothered sigh. 'Twas evetide now; Stood, like a golden idol glittering Within its jewelled shrine. The Rabbi gazed Upon that scene of tranquil loveliness, And watched the birds wing homewards thro' the air;"The Sabbath wanes," he cries; "where are my sons, That we unitedly may raise to heav'n "Rabbi, Our hearts and tongues in gratitude?" Two caskets filled with priceless gems, which he In truth was precious, and by night and day His treasures; say,-should I then with old them?" That which is not thine own?" "I waited first Then suddenly her voice arose and hushed What, husband," She exclaimed, "wouldst thou restore those caskets To their lender, and shall we not resign Our precious ones to Him who gave them? Lo! And with a love as great at times "Yea, blessed be the Lord." "Oh, wife," he said More precious far than all the pearls that hide B. A. J. Were but human beings always what they are in their best moments, we should already have on earth a kingdom of heaven. |