. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. was secure. His first care was to let his friends at Damvillersjoin in his good fortune. They had been with him in his difficulties, theyshould now share his pleasure, and he brought themto Paris in the summer of 1879. He was happy toreturn to them, in all sorts of kind attentions, a littleof what he owed them for so much affectionatedevotion. He was grateful to them for havingbelieved in him in his time of difficulty as a beginner,and he experienced a tender pride in being able toshow them that they had not been mistaken. When lie received his fir
. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. was secure. His first care was to let his friends at Damvillersjoin in his good fortune. They had been with him in his difficulties, theyshould now share his pleasure, and he brought themto Paris in the summer of 1879. He was happy toreturn to them, in all sorts of kind attentions, a littleof what he owed them for so much affectionatedevotion. He was grateful to them for havingbelieved in him in his time of difficulty as a beginner,and he experienced a tender pride in being able toshow them that they had not been mistaken. When lie received his first important gains he tookI lis mother to a large shop and had silks for dressesspread out before her. Show some more; cried he. I want Mama to choose the best. And the poorlittle mother, flightened at the sight of black satinthat could stand upright of itself, in vain protestedthat she would never wear that. She was obligedto give way. He took his grandfather through the avenues of theliois and the principal boulevards, expecting thai lit1. i5 A~- Sakaii J tiles Bastien-Lepage. AS MAN AND ARTIST. 53 would be delighted ; but in litis direction his zealouscllmts failed utterly. The old man remained in-different to the splendours of Parisian luxury and tothe scenery in the theatres. At the opera he yawnedopenly, declaring that all this commotion was deafen-ing, and lie went hack to Damvillers determined thatthey should never take him away again. A iter having seen his people into the train fortheir return, he set out for England, where he paintedthe Prince of Wales. Decorated in the following July, he hastened toDamvillers to show his red ribhon to his friends, andalso to go on with the work he loved best. He had managed to arrange a studio in the spaciousand lofty granaries of the paternal house, and therehe worked hard. He hoped at last to realize his dream, so longdeferred, of painting a Jeanne dArc. He hadmeditated much on this subject, and we have oftenspoken of
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