nr umnT, . T But most in evidence, from the window where I
HE WORK OF ALFRED . . , . .
a ct* t> t -r.tr write, is the movement of the modern town,
EAST, R.I. BY FREDERICK , . . . . , '
WEDMORE where, in close quarters, rich and poor gather
themselves together. A break in Victoria Street
The effect of any given work of art discloses the little third-rate shops of a narrow and
upon the mind, is apt, as everybody knows, to be crowded highway—Strutton Ground—and, over the
heightened or diminished by the point of view smoke of the slums of Great Peter Street, there
from which its spectator chances to regard it. Even rise the four cupolas of that engaging Classic
your physical "environment"—the detestable, the Bastard, St. John's, Westminster. And close
necessary word—has an influence upon your csti- below my window is the thin and shrivelled growth
mate; and, I surmise, few places could be more of some London plane trees. " I have lived," writes
conducive to the full enjoyment of Alfred East's Mr. Browning, in one of his letters, " in God's
paintings, not in actual sight, but in reflection and country and Man's town, and have relished both."
meditation on them, than is the chamber in which, And it may be that " Man's town," where it
at this moment, I meditate and write, with the clusters thickest and most significant, is the place
traffic of Victoria Street beneath me, and with, of places in which best to see with the mind's eye
in no remote distance, that larger tower of the those regions of "God's country" which are
Houses of Parliament, which does no discredit to recorded with so charming a faculty of poetic
those traditions of beauty which belong of right to appreciation in the always interesting landscape of
"the stately city of Westminster." "The stately Alfred East.
city ! " Yes; somewhere out of sight, the great It may please Alfred East at one moment to
river sweeps past historic terraces and through the deem himself descended from the Romanticists,
arches of the bridge that inspired a Wordsworthian and he does, undoubtedly, owe much to the men
sonnet; and the Abbey, hidden in part from view of 1830, to the people who, themselves under the
by the piled flats of modern " mansions," lifts influence of Constable, or fired by his example,
itself from a begrimed yet spacious green-sward, aimed to be intimate with Nature, and set small
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alfred east in his studio
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