"I beg your pardon; but where's my
old ally, the gardener, who was here last time?--Out at the door is he?
What does he mean by not coming in? Here, gardener! come behind my
chair."
The gardener approached, internally writhing under the honor of public
notice, and covered with confusion in consequence of the noise his
boots made on the floor.
"How do you do? and how are your family? What did you stop out at the
door for? You're one of Mr. Blyth's guests, and have as much right
inside as any of the rest of us. Stand there, and listen, and look
about you, and inform your mind. This is an age of progress, gardener;
your class is coming uppermost, and time it did too. Go on, Blyth." And
again the Dowager Countess took a pinch of snuff, looking
contemptuously at the lady who had spoken of the "mixture of people."
"I take the liberty," continued Valentine, resuming the manuscript, "of
dividing all art into two great classes, the landscape subjects, and
the figure subjects; and I venture to describe these classes, in their
highest development, under the respective titles of Art Pastoral and
Art Mystic. The 'Golden Age' is an attempt to exemplify Art Pastoral.
'Columbus in Sight of the New World' is an effort to express myself in
Art Mystic.
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