Of BOTTICELLI'S deathless fame:
"Quaint immaturity to reach with him,"
I cried, "is Art's true aim.
"To plunge, self-blinded, in the mystic past,
That makes the present small:
If eyes artistic be not backward cast,
Why have we eyes at all?"
Punch, July 7, 1877.
PART II.
YET oft the riddle of Art's real drift