•C56 anecdotes of Adrian Broor. -^"S" ^2. 



10 come to his marriage. Broor did not fail to be there, 

 and as during the repast the company praised the good 

 taste and propriety of the drefs of our painter, he took, a 

 plate filled with sauce, and threw it all upon it, and spoil- 

 ed at once with the grease all his fine apparel, saying it 

 ought to enjoy its full (hare of the good chear, since it was 

 evident it was his drefs alone that was invited, and not him- 

 self. 



After this foolifh action, he threw his coat into the fire 

 in presence of the company, and went and (hut himself up 

 in an inn, where the pipe and a bottle of brandy supplied 

 the place of riches and worldly greatnefs. 



Tired of being pofsefsed of nothing, Broor retired to the 

 house of a baker in Brufsels who had a pretty wife. He 

 found means to insinuate himself mto the good graces of 

 both the husband and the wife, a singularity which hap- 

 pens every day. That baker who also followed the busi- 

 nefs of a picture dealer, lodged and boarded his new 

 friend. Broor, in return, taught him to paint, and 

 did other good offices to the lady. The connection be- 

 tween these two men was so close, and their characters 

 were so like, that they were scarcely a moment asunder. 

 They even pulhed their disorders so far as to render 

 themselves liable to legal punifliment j an accident which, 

 obliged them to betake themselves to flight. 



After having wandered some time, Broor came back to 

 Antwerp, being reduced to the utmost misery ; he fell ill 

 there, and had no other asylum than the hospital, where 

 he died at the end of two days. 



Rubens honoured him with his tears, cau3ed his body 

 to be lifted from the grave where it was buried, and intei- 

 red it anew with magnificent pomp j the city of Antwerp 

 raised a fine tcmb over him. 



