Meissonier, his life and his art . ^Kl?;^CH MAHE AT THE INSTITlTE. COUDEK. MEMORIES 281 It is when a man dies in his own famihar surroundings, in his ownhouse, surrounded by his own people, that Death towers in its trueproportions, its majesty, its touching sadness. The death struggle. NAPOLEON. (Due de Mornys collection.) casts its shadow everywhere then, pervades and darkens everything,absorbs every one. . All realise the imminent departure of the the battlefield, as I felt clearly in 1871, personality does not exist. Acorpse is a mere unknown object, lost in an immense surrounding s
Meissonier, his life and his art . ^Kl?;^CH MAHE AT THE INSTITlTE. COUDEK. MEMORIES 281 It is when a man dies in his own famihar surroundings, in his ownhouse, surrounded by his own people, that Death towers in its trueproportions, its majesty, its touching sadness. The death struggle. NAPOLEON. (Due de Mornys collection.) casts its shadow everywhere then, pervades and darkens everything,absorbs every one. . All realise the imminent departure of the the battlefield, as I felt clearly in 1871, personality does not exist. Acorpse is a mere unknown object, lost in an immense surrounding space. o o 282 MEISSONIER I acted once, at Metz, with Augicr, as second in a desperate an awful thing it is to see a man pass suddenly from the fullestlife into death ! He received a sword-thrust through the lung, gave agurgle, then a stream of blood as thick as a quill pen, spouted from hislips ; he fell back into his seconds arms, his hands, one still graspinghis sword, beat twice upon the ground, and that was all. He wasdead. ^ Yes, I knew Balzac well. His imagination and his pride—animmense and sincere pride—were alike stupendous. I began a portraitof him ; it was full of vitality, like the portrait of Doctor Lefevre, butunfortunately, I painted something
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