. The life and work of John Ruskin. the following :— My dearJowett,—that unlucky extra worry with Ulric was justthe drop too much, which has cost me a months painfulillness again. . But to return to Brantwood in 1880. In the morning everybody is busy. There are drawingsand diagrams to be made, MS. to copy, references to lookup, parcels to pack and unpack. Someone is told off totake you round, and you visit the various rooms and seethe treasures, inspect the outhouse with its workshop forcarpentry, framing and mounting, casting leaves andmodelling ; one work or another is sure to be going on ;p
. The life and work of John Ruskin. the following :— My dearJowett,—that unlucky extra worry with Ulric was justthe drop too much, which has cost me a months painfulillness again. . But to return to Brantwood in 1880. In the morning everybody is busy. There are drawingsand diagrams to be made, MS. to copy, references to lookup, parcels to pack and unpack. Someone is told off totake you round, and you visit the various rooms and seethe treasures, inspect the outhouse with its workshop forcarpentry, framing and mounting, casting leaves andmodelling ; one work or another is sure to be going on ;perhaps one of the various sculptors who have made bust is busy there. Down at the Lodge, a minia-ture Brantwood, turret and all, the Severn children livewhen they are at Coniston. Then there are the gardens,terraced in the steep, rocky slope, and the usual hot-houses, which Mr. Ruskin thinks a superfluity, except thatthey provide grapes for sick neighbours. Below the gardens a path across a field takes you to the. THE DIVERSIONS OF BRANTWOOD. harbour, begun in play by the Xenophon translators andfinished by the village mason, with its fleet of boats,—chiefof them the Jumping Jenny (called after Nanty Ewartsboat in Redgauntkt), Mr. Ruskins own design and specialprivate water-carriage, which, you are told, one day in abig storm he insisted on rowing by himself up the lake,while all the household turned out on to the terrace towatch, in real terror. Laurie can imitate the cook toperfection :— Eh, dear, the Maisters gone! . . Eh, now,look ye, there he is, riding on t white horses ! Eh, there,hes going ; hes going ; hes gone ! An hour or so after-wards he walked in, drenched, but triumphant in theseaworthy qualities of his Jump. Outside the harbour the sail-boats are moored, Lily of Brantwood, HilHards boat, and his Snail, an unfortunate craft brought from MorecambeBay with great expectations that were never realised ;though Mr. Ruskin always professed
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