front. The condemned man was substituted for the dying woman--same
pallor, same glance, same
appeal to God. Instead of the Dutch doctor,
he had painted the cold, official figure of the sheriff's clerk
attired in black; but he had added an old woman to the young one of
Gerard Douw. The
cruelly simple and good-humored face of the
executioner completed and dominated the group. This plagiarism, very
cleverly disguised, was not discovered. The
catalogue contained the
following:--
510. Grassou de Fougeres (Pierre), rue de Navarin, 2.
Death-toilet of a Chouan, condemned to
execution in 1809.
Though
wholly second-rate, the picture had
immense success, for it
recalled the affair of the "chauffeurs," of Mortagne. A crowd
collected every day before the now
fashionablecanvas; even Charles X.
paused to look at it. "Madame," being told of the patient life of the
poor Breton, became
enthusiastic over him. The Duc d'Orleans asked the
price of the picture. The
clergy told Madame la Dauphine that the
subject was
suggestive of good thoughts; and there was, in truth, a
most satisfying religious tone about it. Monseigneur the Dauphin
admired the dust on the stone-floor,--a huge
blunder, by the way, for
Fougeres had painted
greenish tones
suggestive of mildew along the
base of the walls. "Madame" finally bought the picture for a thousand
francs, and the Dauphin ordered another like it. Charles X. gave the
cross of the Legion of honor to this son of a
peasant who had fought
for the royal cause in 1799. (Joseph Bridau, the great
painter, was
not yet decorated.) The
minister of the Interior ordered two church
pictures of Fougeres.
This Salon of 1829 was to Pierre Grassou his whole fortune, fame,
future, and life. Be original,
invent, and you die by inches; copy,
imitate, and you'll live. After this discovery of a gold mine, Grassou
de Fougeres
obtained his benefit of the fatal principle to which
society owes the
wretched mediocrities to whom are intrusted in these
days the
election of leaders in all social classes; who proceed,
naturally, to elect themselves and who wage a bitter war against all
true
talent. The principle of
electionapplied indiscriminately is
false, and France will some day
abandon it.
Nevertheless the
modesty,
simplicity, and
genuine surprise of the good
and gentle Fougeres silenced all envy and all recriminations. Besides,
he had on his side all of his clan who had succeeded, and all who
expected to succeed. Some persons, touched by the
persistentenergy of
a man whom nothing had discouraged, talked of Domenichino and said:--
"Perseverance in the arts should be rewarded. Grassou hasn't stolen
his successes; he has delved for ten years, the poor dear man!"
That
exclamation of "poor dear man!" counted for half in the support
and the congratulations which the
painter received. Pity sets up
mediocrities as envy pulls down great
talents, and in equal numbers.
The newspapers, it is true, did not spare
criticism, but the chevalier
Fougeres digested them as he had digested the
counsel of his friends,
with
angelic patience.
Possessing, by this time, fifteen thousand francs, laboriously earned,
he furnished an
apartment and
studio in the rue de Navarin, and
painted the picture ordered by Monseigneur the Dauphin, also the two
church pictures, and delivered them at the time agreed on, with a
punctuality that was very discomforting to the
exchequer of the
ministry, accustomed to a different course of action. But--admire the
good fortune of men who are methodical--if Grassou,
belated with his
work, had been caught by the revolution of July he would not have got
his money.
By the time he was thirty-seven Fougeres had manufactured for Elie
Magus some two hundred pictures, all of them utterly unknown, by the
help of which he had attained to that satisfying manner, that point of
execution before which the true artist shrugs his shoulders and the
bourgeoisie worships. Fougeres was dear to friends for rectitude of
ideas, for steadiness of
sentiment,
absolute kindliness, and great
loyalty; though they had no
esteem for his palette, they loved the man
who held it.
"What a
misfortune it is that Fougeres has the vice of
painting!" said
his comrades.
But for all this, Grassou gave excellent
counsel, like those
feuilletonists
incapable of
writing a book who know very well where a
book is
wanting. There was this difference, however, between literary
critics and Fougeres; he was eminently
sensitive to beauties; he felt
them, he acknowledged them, and his advice was
instinct with a spirit