My Schooling 



round eyes, is the Eternal Father, whose robe 

 swells as though puffed out with the storm. 

 To the right of the window, in the embrasure, 

 is the Wandering Jew. He wears a three-cor- 

 nered hat, a large, white leather apron, hob- 

 nailed shoes and a stout stick. 'Never was 

 such a bearded man seen before or after,' says 

 the legend that surrounds the picture. The 

 draughtsman has not forgotten this detail : the 

 old man's beard spreads in a snowy avalanche 

 over the apron and comes down to his knees. 

 On the left is Genevieve of Brabant, accom- 

 panied by the roe, with fierce Golo hiding in 

 the bushes, sword in hand. Above hangs The 

 Death of Mr. Credit, slain by defaulters at 

 the door of his inn; and so on and so on, in 

 every variety of subject, at all the unoccupied 

 spots of the four walls. 



I was filled with admiration of this picture- 

 gallery, which held one's eyes with its great 

 patches of red, blue, green and yellow. The 

 master, however, had not set up his collection 

 with a view to training our minds and hearts. 

 That was the last and least of the worthy 

 man's ambitions. An artist in his fashion, he 

 had adorned his house according to his taste; 

 and we benefited by the scheme of decoration. 



While the gallery of halfpenny pictures 

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