He has copied in oils, water-colors, pen, or pencil, nearly all the pictures of these masters in the Louvre, in Germany, in Holland, and especially in Italy, where he lived for many years.

With tastes such as his came the habit, or rather the fixed determination, never to paint or engrave any but sacred subjects.

Puffs and cliques are his abomination.

His ideal is the archaic rendered by modern methods.

An artist of this type can but obtain the half-grudging esteem of his own profession, and of the few critics who really understand something about art.