AUDUBON JOURNAL 



Kempbell the Actor Waitted Once at the theatre in 

 England, and stood patiently although not Laying My 

 Drawing Down there 



About 30 Minutes Elapsed, he returned with an 

 officer and with an air More becoming a Man Who 

 Once Was Much in My situation ask me in his private 

 room. Yet I could plainly see in his Eye that selfish 

 Confidence that allways destroy in some degree the 

 Greatest Man's Worth. 



the Swet ran down My face as I hastily open*^ My 

 Drawings and Laid them on the floor; I Look'^ up to 

 him. he Was looking at them, the officer's By God 

 that's handsome, struck my eyars Vanderlyn took up 

 a Bird Look«^ at it closely put it down and said they 

 Were handsomely done. 



I breathed, Not because I thought him a Man of 

 the Most Superior Talents, for to come to such a pitch 

 one Must have no faults, and I With My Eyes half 

 Closed (as you know the pretended Juges of our Day 

 Look at Painting [Look]) saw a great Deflfect in One 

 of his figures of Women (the deffect that had being 

 Corrected by the Lady I drew Lately.) but because 

 this Gentleman had some Talents, that he Was Look<^ on 

 as a Very Excellent Judge and that I had been Told 

 that a few Words from him Might be serviceable — of 

 My Likeness he spoke very diferently, the one I had 

 Was fair, hard, and Without Effect, although he Ac- 

 knowledged it Must have been a Strong one — 



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