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378 Anecdote of Deare, the Sculptor, 
caricaturist. “The ridiculous shouid never 
so far exceed the likeness, as to render 
the identity of the caricature doubtful 
for aninstant. ‘Tht spectator should be 
enabled to fix instantly on the person i- 
tended, and then be induced to laugh at 
the ridiculous figure he makes; to do 
otherwise is to. make monsters, not cart 
caturas.” 
On these saeeiples he executed a great 
many, “some of which are now im his bro- 
ther’s possession ; among others, Hezet- 
son, Nevey, a good and philosophical 
character, Moore, Deare, Robinson, 
: Woodfard, Fagan, Durns, Tresham, Dr, 
Bates, all ‘the antiquarians, your humble 
servant, &c. &c. 
‘here are a few typographical errors 
mn the paper of January last, which I take 
this opportunity of correcting. In the 
second column, at line 16, read at last, 
for at length; for Adimarc, read Admari ; 
for Clands, read. Claudes. 
There is also an error, in my saying it 
was Mr. Littledale, of ‘when he took 
leave at Florence, during the plague . 
there. He was then at Berbice, but it is 
true, that Mr. L. died, as I PiridHued 12 
Naldt, who knew Mr. G. at Florence and 
Nome, will bear witness to his taste, and 
love of the science of music ; and his bro- 
ther now writes, that he was only thirteer 
years of age, W hen he gained the silver 
pallet of the society, although reported 
fourteen, to comply with their rules. His 
friend, Mr. Grant, attests, ‘* that he 
was never an hour in bis company, with- 
out obtaining some valuable information, 
and he had frequent opportunities of ad- 
miring his virtues, genius, and attain- 
ments.” Among his “sketches, his Elijah 
ascending to Heaven is a very sublime 
thing; it is from the book of King’s— 
5 My Father! my Father! I see the 
chanots of heaven, and the horsemen 
thereof.” For Mr. Penn, of Stoke Park, 
among other clever things, all connected 
with views on the spot, is a Horace 
leading his Mistress over his Sabine 
Farm. From Mr. Penn he received de- 
served patronage, and used to reckon, be- 
sides his noble friend Lord Clive, Lord 
Berwick, the Right Hon. Charles Long, 
the Duke of Sussex, also Pius Sextus, the 
Cardinals Albani, De Bernis, and many 
more of the papal court, who, possessed 
a taste for art. 
T learnt alsolately, that Deare, the sculp- 
tor (of whose progressa good memoir would 
be valuable) died at Rome of a malignant 
fever, in the arms of his friend Grignion, 
who attended his respected remains to 
[Nov. 1, 
the tomb of Caius Cestus, where all the 
English are interred, and read the church 
service over hisgrave, He also under- 
took, it is said, to be executor of his 
last wishes ; but whether he left any 
children, or any property, such as his 
abilities entitled him to have acquired, [ 
am not able to say; only I have the plea- 
“sure to announce, that a copy by him of 
the Belvidere Apoilo, of the size of the 
original, done for Lord Berwick, is daily . 
expected in England, . from Malta, to 
which place his friends conveyed it, on 
the first entrance of the French into the 
city of Rome. 
OF this trué artist, so lost to his coun. 
try, I never think, batt with the poignant 
feelings of regret; like our great Barry. 
(whose faults I “could -never perceive, 
through the glory that surrounded tliem), 
he was keenly sensible of injuries, be- 
cause he was incapable of committing 
any, and looked upon meanness and ma- 
.lignity as monstrous and unnatural, giving - 
way to his glowing indignation, wherever 
they appeared; like him, too, he had his 
full share of injuries from certain antiqua- 
rians, who, possessing early access 10 all 
travellers, and having an iitetest of their 
Own to,serve, that is incompatible with the 
interests of the residing, artists, traverse 
their prospects of employment i in all direc- 
tions, anticipating patronage with irresis- 
tible power.- 
Let me close this article with an anec- 
dote that will give a better idea of Deare’s 
zeal for his art, than a volume of pahe- 
gyric. 
Being at dinner at Grotto-Ferrata, 
where I passed my summer to avoid the 
heat of Rome, in one of the warmest 
days I ever remember, he arrived on foot, 
.1n company witha Lormator’’ (a plaster 
caster), having carried, by turns, for se- 
venteen miles, ahout 201b. of clay, anda 
bag of plaster of Paris. Dinner was just 
served, but hé would not come up to 
partake of it, until I first promised to 
drive him, the instant the cloth was re- 
moved, to Monte-Dragone, a deserted 
villa, belonging to Prince Borghese, of 
which, I had the keys, that he might 
there press off one of the side-looks of the 
famous Antinous, not having been able, 
from his own correct drawing of it, to 
give any thing like its character to the 
hair of a French lady whose bust he was 
executing. We went there; hestole the 
impression, and returnedin raptures to 
Rome, on foot the same evening. 
Such, alas! was the artist, whom that 
academy- abandoned and forgot, who 
afterwards 
