Since the time when your childhood gave tenderest token I saw you whirl by, never thinking or dreaming I watched the rich diamond-spray brilliantly gleaming Is quite out of place, still I was so bold As to wish those dark tresses enwreathed with white roses, I suppose your lace drapery is of the rarest, And the broiders that deck it of fabulous worth, And I worshipped you more in that sweet, simple guise, For you have unchangingly been my one vision I care not as long as you see this poor rhyme. May I say with what hope and what joy I shall cherish If but to yourself, love, you only be true. ARTISTS' NOTES FROM CHOICE PICTURES. A GOOD picture, like good wine, mellows by keeping. Within limits, of course. You may keep your wine or your picture till it has acquired a priceless value for the connoisseur, but be utterly distasteful to the uninitiated. The Village Festival is of the kind that keeps well. It is more than half a century old, yet it has as grateful a flavour, its native unexaggerated raciness is as much relished, and its popularity as universal as when it came fresh from the easel. Though he had been three years occupied upon it, Wilkie was not twenty-six when he gave to the picture the last finishing touches, and sent it forth to win the applause or face the censure of the critics and the public. It achieved a success which might be called surprising as the work of so young a man, had not the young man, three or four years before, secured the foremost place in his chosen line. Wilkie has left in his journals a fuller record of the progress of this than of any other of his pictures. Commencing with the first entry, August 3rd, 1808, when, being too ill to keep an appointment, he writes-To amuse myself, began to make a blot of the Public-House Door, the subject I intend to paint next;' he registers, with dry particularity, his daily doings, till he brought it almost to completion. We read how, wishing to give an air of quiet rusticity to the scene, he called on Haydon one fine May morning, and they went together to Paddington to look after a publichouse that might do for the picture,' |