George Morland; his life and works . the biographies ofthe artist were written was in the possession of the paintersmother, who was with him at the last, and who gave toCollins the account of his death. The fit proved to be thecommencement of brain fever. For eight days Morlandwas delirious and convulsed, in a state of utter mentaland bodily collapse, and he expired on the 2gth October,1804, in the forty-second year of his age. His body wasremoved to the house of his brother-in-law, William Ward,Buckingham Place, Fitzroy Square, and thence conveyedto the new burying-ground at St. Jamess Chapel
George Morland; his life and works . the biographies ofthe artist were written was in the possession of the paintersmother, who was with him at the last, and who gave toCollins the account of his death. The fit proved to be thecommencement of brain fever. For eight days Morlandwas delirious and convulsed, in a state of utter mentaland bodily collapse, and he expired on the 2gth October,1804, in the forty-second year of his age. His body wasremoved to the house of his brother-in-law, William Ward,Buckingham Place, Fitzroy Square, and thence conveyedto the new burying-ground at St. Jamess Chapel. Collins was not able to attend the funeral, but his sonwas present on the occasion. He wrote an epitaph forhis friend as follows: Ye sons of genius, pause one moment here, And pay the tribute of a kindred tear. A gifted brother rests beneath this stone, Whom Nature smiled on, and proclaimed her own. His magic touch could animation give. And make each object on the canvas live : GIRIv FONDLING A DOVE. (Victoria and Albert Museum.). THE END OF THE STORY 97 To him was given the plastic art to trace The rustic vigour of our peasant race. The bleating sheep upon the mountains brow, The living pig, the calf, and lowing cow, The rosy milkmaid, and the chubby youth, None eer portrayed with so much ease and truth ! The coming storm, which spreads a gloomy shade Of partial darkness oer the sunny glade ; The howling tempest, and the billows foam. Through which our hearty sailors dauntless roam; Or vetran smugglers, braving hardest gales. Dashing through frightful serf, with tattered sails; These varied scenes twas thine, amidst the strife Of warring elements, to paint like life ! Adieu, ill-fated Morland ! Foe to gain ; Cursd be each sordid wretch that caused thy pain. Spite of detraction, long thy envied name Shall grace the annals of memorial fame. Notwithstanding all their domestic differences andseparations, Morland and his wife, Dawe assures us, weresincerely attached to each other
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