The life and letters of Frederic Shields . .Another water-colour painted in this year was Bobberand Kibs, a group of five children playing that oddlyentitled game on some old stone steps. This picture wasshown at the Royal Institution, and in the ManchesterExhibition Review for 1856 it is thus mentioned: Bobberand Kibs. This drawing is by a Manchester artist namedShields, but it has no place in the catalogue. It is highlypromising, and in parts the work is excellent. In composi-tion it reminds us of the manner of Rubens. In 1857Frederic Shields made his first acquaintance, at the Man-chester A
The life and letters of Frederic Shields . .Another water-colour painted in this year was Bobberand Kibs, a group of five children playing that oddlyentitled game on some old stone steps. This picture wasshown at the Royal Institution, and in the ManchesterExhibition Review for 1856 it is thus mentioned: Bobberand Kibs. This drawing is by a Manchester artist namedShields, but it has no place in the catalogue. It is highlypromising, and in parts the work is excellent. In composi-tion it reminds us of the manner of Rubens. In 1857Frederic Shields made his first acquaintance, at the Man-chester Art Treasures Exhibition, with what he describesas a marvellous unparalleled gathering of first he saw Holman Hunts Hireling Shepherdand Strayed Sheep, some of Millais best early work,and Arthur Hughes April Love, all revelations to hiseager eyes. Here, too, he first saw Christ WashingPeters Feet, by the artist who was later to become sodear a friend—Ford Madox Brown. His diary for this year tells much the same tale as did. Bobber and Kibs(.856) FIRST WATER-COLOURS 43 the earlier one, of strenuous work and rigid self-denial. Anentry for a day in January, taken at random, runs thus:— 21st, Wednesday.—Rose at 6, lit fire, prayed, studiedanatomy of arm until Breakfast. At Mitchellscopying landscape for him till 1. Wasted an hour atMortons talking of the pictures, &c. Nothing learned,came home and was in a hurry for the loss of that hourall night. I will spend no more precious time on ac-quaintances. Finished Flemings drawing on wood, workedclosely until 10 yet could do no more than finish the centrepiece. After, fell asleep in my chair and woke feeling stiffand stupid at 11. His brother Edwin, .who was still in his situation inLondon, was now evidently showing signs of the dreaddisease which had already carried off their father, sister,and mother. One of Frederic Shields numerous lettersto him follows :— 37 Albert Grove, Manchester,February 22nd, 1857.
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