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Title: Life and letters of John Constable, R. A
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Leslie, Charles Robert, 1794-1859
Subjects: Contable, John, 1776-1837 Artists
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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llowing note was an admission to these lectures:— De.a.r \Villi.\m Carpenter,— I send a ticket, as yourequested, to Mrs. Carpenter; and if your son is, as I sincerelyhope, better, he may accompany her and yourself, as both maypossibly be included among her friends. Dont trouble yourselfabout Lanzi any farther, as I have now pretty well done with him.He is an old twaddler, but the labour he spares is immense, andcertainly his arrangement, his history, and the marking of theepochs is admirable and very useful. Yours truly, J. Constable. Charlotte Street, To Mr. George Constable. September \tth. My dear Friend,—It is a very long time since I have writtento you, or since I have had the pleasure of hearing from you. I amanxious to know how you and Mrs. Constable and all your familyare, and what have been your occupations in the way of the arts, in * Now at South Kensington. The plate is from an oil -sUitch formerly in my faihcrspossession, a distant view across Salisbury Plain.—Kd.
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o z ■7. o H 1836.) CHARLEY, THE YOUNG SAILOR. 317 antiquities, and in natural history. My dear John is always engrossedwith some study or other; he is remarkably well, and is whollydevoted to Latin and Greek. I know not, nor does he know himself,exactly what he will ultimately be, but either a clergyman or a phy-sician. He is brushing up for Cambridge; this I regret, but it is aselfish feeling; I cannot bear to part with him. I live a life of moresolitude than you would suspect for the midst of London, and insuch a pursuit, so wide a field as the arts. My son Charles * isreturned from the East Indies ; the voyage has been a hard one,but it is all for the best. All his visionary and poetic ideas of thesea and a seamans life are fled, the reality only remains; anda sad thing the reality is. But in the huge floating mass there isan order, and an habitual good conduct, which must be of advan-tage to a youth of ardent mind, and one who has never been con-trolled. Charley is preparing for

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