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e of a little man whose literary fame gave him high claims to intuitive taste。 He placed himself with high clasped hand before the chief attraction in that room of treasures。 〃There；〃 he murmured； 〃is the Venus de Medicis； and here I must stayfor ever and for ever。〃 He had scarcely uttered these words； each more deeply and solemnly than the preceding； when an acquaintance entered； and the enthusiast； making a hasty inquiry if Lady So…and…So had arrived； left the room not to return again that morning。 Before the same statue another distinguished countryman used to pass an hour daily。 His acquaintance respected his raptures and kept aloof； but a young lady； whose attention was attracted by sounds that did not seem expressive of admiration； ventured to approach； and found the poet sunk in profound； but not silent； slumber。 From such absurdities as these； or of the enthusiast who went into raptures about the head of the Elgin Ilissos （which is unfortunately a headless trunk）； we are happily spared in the pages of Smollett。 In him complete absence of gush is accompanied by an independent judgement； for which it may quite safely be claimed that good taste is in the ascendant in the majority of cases。
From Florence Smollett set out in October 1764 for Siena； a distance of forty…two miles； in a good travelling coach； he slept there； and next day； seven and a half miles farther on； at Boon Convento； hard by Montepulciano； now justly celebrated for its wine； he had the amusing adventure with the hostler which gave occasion for his vivid portrait of an Italian uffiziale； and also to that irresistible impulse to cane the insolent hostler； from the ill consequences of which he was only saved by the underling's precipitate flight。 The night was spent at Radicofani； five and twenty miles farther on。 A clever postilion diversified the route to Viterbo； another forty…three miles。 The party was now within sixteen leagues； or ten hours； of Rome。 The road from Radicofani was notoriously bad all the way； but Smollett was too excited or too impatient to pay much attention to it。 〃You may guess what I felt at first sight of the city of Rome。〃
〃When you arrive at Rome；〃 he says later； in somewhat more accustomed vein； 〃you receive cards from all your country folk in that city。 They expect to have the visit returned next day； when they give orders not to be at home； and you never speak to one another in the sequel。 This is a refinement in hospitality and politeness which the English have invented by the strength of their own genius without any assistance either from France； Italy； or Lapland。〃 It is needless to recapitulate Smollett's views of Rome。 Every one has his own； and a passing traveller's annotations are just about as nourishing to the imagination as a bibliographer's note on the Bible。 Smollett speaks in the main judiciously of the Castle of St。 Angelo； the Piazza and the interior of St。 Peter's； the Pincian； the Forum； the Coliseum； the Baths of Caracalla； and the other famous sights of successive ages。 On Roman habits and pastimes and the gullibility of the English cognoscente he speaks with more spice of authority。 Upon the whole he is decidedly modest about his virtuoso vein； and when we reflect upon the way in which standards change and idols are shifted from one pedestal to another； it seems a pity that such modesty has not more votaries。 In Smollett's time we must remember that Hellenic and primitive art； whether antique or medieval； were unknown or unappreciated。 The reigning models of taste in ancient sculpture were copies of fourth…century originals； Hellenistic or later productions。 Hence Smollett's ecstasies over the Laocoon； the Niobe； and the Dying Gladiator。 Greek art of the best period was hardly known in authentic examples； antiques so fine as the Torso of Hercules were rare。 But while his failures show the danger of dogmatism in art criticism； Smollett is careful to disclaim all pretensions to the nice discernment of the real connoisseur。 In cases where good sense and sincere utterance are all that is necessary he is seldom far wrong。 Take the following description for example：
〃You need not doubt but that I went to the church of St。 Peter in Montorio； to view the celebrated Transfiguration by Raphael； which； if it was mine； I would cut in two parts。 The three figures in the air attract the eye so strongly that little or no attention is paid to those below on the mountain。 I apprehend that the nature of the subject does not admit of that keeping and dependence which ought to be maintained in the disposition of the lights and shadows in a picture。 The groups seem to be entirely independent of each other。 The extraordinary merit of this piece； I imagine； consists not only in the expression of divinity on the face of Christ； but also in the surprising lightness of the figure that hovers like a beautiful exhalation in the air。〃
Smollett's remarks about the 〃Last Judgement〃 of Michael Angelo； （that it confuses the eye as a number of people speaking at once confounds the ear； and that while single figures are splendid； the whole together resembles a mere mob； without subordination； keeping； or repose） will probably be re…echoed by a large proportion of the sightseers who gaze upon it yearly。 But his description of the 〃Transfiguration〃 displays an amount of taste and judgement which is far from being so widely distributed。 For purposes of reproduction at the present day； I may remind the reader that the picture is ordinarily 〃cut in two。〃 and the nether portion is commonly attributed to Raphael's pupils； while the 〃beautiful exhalation；〃 as Smollett so felicitously terms it； is attributed exclusively to the master when at the zenith of his powers。 His general verdict upon Michael Angelo and Raphael has much in it that appeals to a modern taste。 Of Raphael； as a whole； he concludes that the master possesses the serenity of Virgil； but lacks the fire of Homer； and before leaving this same Letter XXXIII； in which Smollett ventures so many independent critical judgements； I am tempted to cite yet another example of his capacity for acute yet sympathetic appreciation。 〃In the Palazzo Altieri I admired a picture； by Carlo Maratti； representing a saint calling down lightning from heaven to destroy blasphemers。 It was the figure of the saint I admired； merely as a portrait。 The execution of the other parts was tame enough； perhaps they were purposely kept down in order to preserve the importance of the principal figure。 I imagine Salvator Rosa would have made a different disposition on the same subjectthat amidst the darkness of a tempest he would have illuminated the blasphemer with the flash of lightning by which he was destroyed。 This would have thrown a dismal gleam upon his countenance； distorted by the horror of his situation as well as by the effects of the fire； and rendered the whole scene dreadfully picturesque。〃
Smollett confuses historical and aesthetic grandeur。 What appeals to him most is a monument of a whole past civilization； such as the Pont du Gard。 His views of art； too； as well as his views of lif