yet, in Seventeen Hundred Sixty-eight, no dissent was made when Joshua
Reynolds suggested the name of a woman as a member of the Royal Academy.

Sir Joshua did not forget his friends at the time honors were given out,
for he secured the King's permission to add several honorary members to
the Academy--men who couldn't paint, but who still expressed themselves
well in other ways.

Doctor Johnson was made Professor of Ancient Literature; Oliver
Goldsmith, Professor of Ancient History; and Richard Dalton, Librarian.

In this case the office did not seek the man: the man was duly measured,
and the office manufactured to fit him.

When Sir Joshua died, in February, Seventeen Hundred Ninety-two, it was
the close of a success so uninterrupted that it seems unequaled in the
history of art. He left a fortune equal to considerably more than half a
million dollars; he had contributed valuable matter to the cause of
literature; he had been the earnest friend of all workers in the cause of
letters, music and art; and had also been the intimate adviser and
confidant of royalty. He was generous and affectionate, wise and sincere;
a cheerful and tireless worker--one in whom the elements were so well
mixed that all the world might say, This was a man!

LANDSEER

The man behind his work was seen through it--sensitive, variously
gifted, manly, genial, tender-hearted, simple and unaffected; a
lover of animals, children and humanity; and if any one wishes to
see at a glance nearly all we have written, let him look at
Landseer's portrait, painted by himself, with a canine
connoisseur on either side.

--_Monkhouse_

[Illustration: LANDSEER]

Happy lives make dull biographies. Young women with ambitions should be
very cautious lest mayhap they be caught in the soft, silken mesh of a
happy marriage, and go down to oblivion, dead to the world.

"Miss Pott--the beautiful Miss Pott," they called her. The biographers
didn't take time to give her first name, nor recount her pedigree, so
rapt were they with her personality. They only say, "She was tall,
willowy and lissome; and Sir Joshua Reynolds painted her picture as a
peasant beauty, bearing on her well-poised head a sheaf of corn."

It was at the house of Macklin, the rich publisher, that John Landseer,
the engraver, met Miss Pott. She was artistic in all her instincts; and
as she knew the work of the brilliant engraver and named his best pie